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006 | Video | Day 70
[ Although the video’s on, it shows a remarkably dull view of the sky. After a moment, during which nothing happens, it may become apparent that its owner doesn’t realize that it’s on. When he starts speaking, in the vague, disconnected voice of a man who’s either delirious, sick, or extremely hungover, it may go a long way in explaining why he doesn’t know he’s being recorded. ]
Well, that… must’ve been some night. [ He sighs and the video blurs until it shows a delightful view of the ground. ] JARVIS, where’s the car? And the nearest source of ibuprofen. I need like, a bottle. Or six.
[ There’s a moment of silence. ]
Jay? Don’t do this to me again, buddy. There’s at least enough power in the— [ The image spins, like the hand the camera’s attached to is patting at something. ] Seriously? The car and the transmitter? What the hell happened last night?
[ There’s another blur and it resolves into a wobbly image of the sky again. ]
Okay, this isn’t the end of the world. Deliverance, maybe, or the woodsy version of The Hills Have Eyes. But that’s okay. I can handle it. Just gotta find a gas station, preferably one without a bunch of cannibalistic yokels, call Rhodey, try not to get eaten by said cannibals, and wait for help to come. And then take a vacation, because obviously going down to the Crab Shack for happy hour with Mister Irresponsible is a bad idea.
[ And with that, he stops talking and starts walking. ]
Well, that… must’ve been some night. [ He sighs and the video blurs until it shows a delightful view of the ground. ] JARVIS, where’s the car? And the nearest source of ibuprofen. I need like, a bottle. Or six.
[ There’s a moment of silence. ]
Jay? Don’t do this to me again, buddy. There’s at least enough power in the— [ The image spins, like the hand the camera’s attached to is patting at something. ] Seriously? The car and the transmitter? What the hell happened last night?
[ There’s another blur and it resolves into a wobbly image of the sky again. ]
Okay, this isn’t the end of the world. Deliverance, maybe, or the woodsy version of The Hills Have Eyes. But that’s okay. I can handle it. Just gotta find a gas station, preferably one without a bunch of cannibalistic yokels, call Rhodey, try not to get eaten by said cannibals, and wait for help to come. And then take a vacation, because obviously going down to the Crab Shack for happy hour with Mister Irresponsible is a bad idea.
[ And with that, he stops talking and starts walking. ]
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[ He's lifting his wrist to get a better look at the device, but stops when he processes that - albeit a little slowly - and looks around. ]
I don't see any smoke. What's the status of the situation?
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He's calm. But he was asking for you. I gather you're 'Tin Man,' anyway.
[Maybe the name doesn't make quite as much sense as 'Tattoo Face,' but he won't question it, either.]
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Yeah. That's me.
You said asking for me. Is he hurt? In trouble or something?
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[Oh, Tony, don't ask him to know what a number is by having read it once or twice ages ago. He's working on it.]
I think it was six? It's on the south street, anyway. Do you need a hand?
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I don't know if the Hulk is still there, but he shouldn't be hard to find.
[He actually kind of hates saying "Hulk" like that. It sounds like a thing, or an animal.]
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