The Universe's Mixer

Tony had to admit, as irksome as it was to be transplanted to a world where practically nobody knew or appreciate him or his work, there were occasional benefits to having some anonymity. Maybe not enough to offset his need for attention and adoration, but the perks did exist.

For example; he was currently hanging off the second story of Stark Tower installing some new security and recording equipment. Back home this would have to be carried out by some minion or another, not because Tony didn't like the crowds that gathered wherever he was seen in public, but because for security tech some amount of discretion was actually necessary. Plus, Tony wasn't much for audiences when he was working. Ogglers and worshipers broke his concentration on the task at hand.

"Alright, J, here's the last of the batch. Switch on the power and see what's being read upstairs," he said, tightening the last bolt and then pulling back for a moment. To most anybody else looking, the panels would have been read as solar fixtures when they were closed, four to a side of the building, just high enough to stay out of anybody's casual sights. They may not be placed usual place for solar panels, but the resemblance was intentional. Tony made his gear to last, but discretion in its appearance would save him from having to do too much vandalism-oriented repair work later, so these were built to be discreet. Just like Tony himself was, for once, bothering to blend in slightly, sitting on a window washer's rig in a jumpsuit that could easily belong to any maintenance worker in the City. He had a hat on as well, and heavy work goggles as he soldered and welded certain bits into place.

"Power is turned on. Systems are optimizing, sir. Basic readings are starting to come through."

"How's it look?" Tony leaned over and grabbed a tablet from the bag of tools he'd brought with him, turning it on and shaking off a glove.

"All devices appear to be operating as expected," Jarvis said, patching the readings through the wireless network. The tablet's screen went dark, then lit up with an array of information, including a live panoramic view of the streets outside of Stark tower. The inventor's brow perked as he checked over the readings, then paused. "Hey J, check the gamma traces. Is that what we've been reading from this world up till now?"

"A fraction of a percent higher, sir. Nothing that would warrant immediate intrigue."

"No, but radiation doesn't normally bunch up and fixate on a moving point unless something...." Tony stopped and stood abruptly, looking over the side of the building, scanning the crowd below quickly. Then his eyes landed on a familiar bunch of curls, a set jaw, and a tall, able bodied form that moved far too self consciously through the foot traffic.

"Son of a bitch," Tony blinked, mind racing before it stopped. He had to get the guy's attention, but how? He didn't shout for somebody's attention, ever. Tony looked at what he'd brought up with him, then smirked and put the tablet down, grabbing his bottle of water and leaning over the edge, unscrewing the top. He waited, then at the perfect moment turned the bottle upside down.

The rage monster didn't come out just for getting wet, did it?

Enigma leaned against the park bench, waiting for Marcus to deliver her present to her. He had sent the man after Rufio, hoping he would manage to lure the other teen over to where she waited, but she doubted her right hand would have an easy time of it. Of course, he could just hog tie him and toss him in the back of her car, but she had told him to be gentle.

Crossing one booted food over the other, she pulled out her PDA, checking off a few things, before tuning into her security feeds, frowning as she watched Bruce approaching Stark tower, her hand clenching on the phone.

The more he hung out with heroes, the higher the chance of losing him.

She turned away from the phone, glaring at a tree, hoping Marcus hurried up. She wanted to have a bit of fun, and her best friend was the easiest way to accomplish it. She plucked a leaf from her crossbow tights, smirking. Hopefully he wouldn't be too angry for her outfit.

(Content warning, not sure just yet exactly what, but probably adult stuff. Be warned.)

Bruce had never really had a reason before to visit the well-known Arkham asylum, a place he couldn't help but associate with visions of crazy inmates wandering around in orange jumpsuits, babbling incoherently amongst each other. However, he had worked up the courage, and approached the front steps with caution. This was new to him, out of his regular routine, but he owed a lot to Dr. Crane, and he felt that it was about time he met the other man formally, and extended his gratitude. He didn't know exactly why, but he felt a little uneasy about this particular building, and decided not to mark it with an organic microchip, not really sure if he'd ever want to come back to this place. The scientist in him found this old building completely fascinating, but the rational part of him was a little bit afraid, and that was rare for him. This place seemed to radiate chaos and evil, but somehow Bruce had managed to find the courage to approach its stairs, and the large metal doors. The building seemed fool proof, which was assuring, though he knew he could take just about anything that was even remotely a threat. With a sigh, followed by a gulp, Bruce ascended the concrete staircase that lead to the doors of the asylum, sliding them open with surprising ease, despite how heavy they seemed.

Enigma hadnt spoken much of Dr. Crane, so Bruce wasn't sure what to really expect from him, though he was aware that the doctor was some kind of master of potent substances. It was, after all, Dr. Cranes serum that could actually subdue the hulk, if only for moments, long enough to change back into a man, and that was all Bruce had really needed. It was the opportunity Bruce had yearned for, as the hulk, to be able to get back to a rational state. Upon entering the lobby of the asylum, Bruce padded across the concrete floor in a pair of soft soled slip on shoes, approaching the front desk. He paused, and looked at the nurse, whom returned his glance with a blank stare before asking him a question in an annoyed manner, "can I help ya?" He nodded and cleared his throat before blurting out softly, "Dr. Crane, is he in? You can tell him it's Bruce Banner. He should know who I am." He explained to the woman, though she had closed the glass partition that separated them after he had said his name. He stepped back and waited, standing quietly in the waiting room, wearing his favorite light purple button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of khaki pants.

There was some screaming fromw down the hallway, which made Bruce flinch, hoping the doctor was in. He didn't know how much more of that screaming, or this place, he would be able to take. He was glad, now, he hadnt decided to chip this place. It was best left forgotten about.