Tadgh Molloy's Day Will Come (fabhcun) wrote in angellogs, @ 2019-08-29 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | enjolras, tadgh molloy, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Tony, Tadgh, Enjolras
When: Current
Where: At that tropical resort
What: Tony's setting up stuff in a geodesic tent, and Enjolras and Tadgh are there, chatting about plans to look at nature in the evening.
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete
They had tent options, but Tony really liked the one that was basically a cabin leading over to a artsy looking dome structure. It's basically a standard geodesic dome, with a firm shell (loud in rain? who knows,) and a wooden floor beneath it. But they'll be camping, with hopefully a soft bed and a lack of the issues inherent to military camping.
"Did I remember to grab a tea-pot from the cabin? Or the main house?" Tony's checking the box.
“Thought you did.” Tadgh’s grabbed a box too, to help with setting things up for them while he’s around. “It SHOULD be in there. Kettle, though?” They need both, right? Nobody just uses the pot to heat the water, that’s awful.
"I think there's a little electric one that I can run off the solar panel." Tony's sitting on a stepladder doing the ten million little clips for the mosquito / privacy curtain netting. "Should be - I think it was pink plaid. Light as all get out, but it's not a super high wattage thing. Thanks for helping with this. As soon as I saw how long this'd take to hang, it became a sort of - thing to get set up."
“No worries.” Tadgh waves a hand. “Frankly, having something to DO is better than a lot of what we COULD be handling right now.” There’s a lot of tension at home at the moment, well in his homebase anyway, and it’s honestly a relief not to be dealing directly with it for a while.
“You do not want to get him started.” Enjolras supplies, his mouth half twitching for a second. “Issues with the Brexit.”
"Is there anything I can be hefting over to your area? Areas?" Tony's peeking down at them, hands full of what feels like 20 feet of netting. "And Brexit, eh? The cartoons seem to be really angry at things, and everything I hear about it sounds like it's horrible and terrifying. So - want me to change the subject?"
“I think we’ve got it mostly.” Tadgh says. “And it’s something like that. Interfering with our politics again.” He makes a face. “It’s all a huge up in the air thing just now. British politics are...weird. But there’s not much other than waiting and watching so…” It’s what there is.
Enjolras shifts his backpack a little, thinking. “I know we have the basics in. “ Apparently part of this whole experience is going to involve seeing how much he can manage, after a month of training, but it’s not as if he’s worried about it going badly. There’s always other chances here.
“Beyond that, how are things as it is?” Tadgh asks. “It’s been a while. We’ve been busy.”
"I've been busy, but not at the same stuff." Tony grins at him. "Had a scared guy suddenly appear in the back room. Bucky. Uh - he might like talking with you, Tadgh. Not sure if you'd be into that, Enjolras. But Bucky got in the army, got captured, got some rough stuff happening to him. Tadgh and I started talking because he kind of - when I first said hi to the assassins, I said I wanted to stay out of the weapon making thing. Which is a long story. But - I offered to fix stuff for them, because I am good at it."
Tony's finally finishing a panel and climbs down. "I need to stretch my neck. Anyone want tea or reheated curry? That's about a fourth of the curtain stuff put up."
“As in THAT Bucky?” Tadgh blinks. “What universe are we talking? Film one, or the comics where he’s younger during the war?” He’s been around long enough to pick up on the more recent media honestly, and thinks he might have read a couple when he was a kid, maybe.
“I’m a little more Black Tom, which is about the most stereotypical thing I could go choosing, but..” He shrugs and smirks. “Still. More of you around from the same vaguely related collection of universes is interesting enough.”
“Nothing I could really understand, I don’t think.” Enjolras muses. “But it’s not if I wouldn’t care. Only I have no idea how you go through something traumatic like that. Things like wars…” he shakes his head. “But that’s right, they DO have you on as a weapons tech repair person too. Emmett mentioned the last time he got stuck in the armory that they could have used somebody with more skill so it’s as good as anything you’re here.”
"I am. I'm just -" Tony steps down and rolls his shoulder. "Think of it like someone who's scarily good at - uh - writing really nasty stuff in a paper. Scarily good. And he did it for good reasons, and he got pushed into doing it for bad reasons. And now he's like 'I want out, because I don't trust myself to not write stuff that's way too nasty. I'll do it for friends, and rarely, and for sentiment, but - not for a job.'" Tony trails off. "Only instead of slushy writing, it's guns."
"And on Bucky - I think it's - mostly movie? He looks like he's in his 20's, if I had to guess." Tony trails off. "He's a good guy. And Black Tom. That - sounds kind of familiar. Wasn't he a guy with a kind of horrifying grafting thing involving wood that went horribly wrong? Could do heat blasts, kind of predated proper terminology for mutant abilities, but the science stuff done to him was shady as all get out? I remember it came up once when we were discussing resonant speaker technology."
The analogy has Enjolras smirking a little, actually, though in his case, not being pushed to it by anything, that IS pretty different. “And does make enough reasonable sense to me as an analogy, I suppose. Breaking free must not be simple.”
“Exactly.” Tadgh eyedarts. “Versed in all the other sides of things that I was good at once too. Certain tactics.” he explains, shaking his head. “You could easily imagine him as somebody you’d run into at the pub.”
Which says a lot about the pubs Tadgh went to, but...all the same. “Everyone in Derry knew SOMEBODY.”
Tony's making a pot of tea and setting up some mugs. "Here. Try a bit of this. It's roasted nuts and seed stuff from the town here. Pretty good. I may've sprinkled it on a bagel with cream cheese for lunch." He's climbing back up, balancing his cup carefully on a dresser before getting back to work. "I wish I met him. I mean, he'd probably punch me, Black Tom, but still."
“It’s weird considering you knew some of these people.” Tadgh nods. “Or were going to in some cases, I guess I should say. Can’t imagine the reality being...quite the same in every case.”
He’s picturing, for instance, the Doctor Strange that probably exists in Tony’s universe, probably still a surgeon, things like that. It’s an odd concept to get too bogged down in, though.
"Steve wasn't Japanese in my world? But he's -" Tony trails off. "You know how you just hear a tone of phrasing, and even if it's been years, you know it's a recording of a family member?"
“DEFINITELY.” Enjolras is nodding fervently there. “All of them, so far, who’ve come here.”
"That's how I feel with Steve and Bucky. They talk, and I just - know them." Tony shrugs. "I guess?" He takes a break for some tea. "Am I forgetting anything? Or does it look good? Other than all of this." Hey, he's down to only ten yards of endless netting.
“That makes sense.” Enjolras nods. “Combeferre, before I remembered anything else, I knew he was the most important person that I know or ever will. And this DOES look like it should actually work. It even looks comfortable.”
“What else DO you need done?” Tadgh glances around, curious.
"Clip this up, and then there's the two other windows? Want to try some of that? I can help make lunch or something to make up for it." Tony grins. "Steve likes camping, but I think he's very - the idea of doing it while comfortable is high on his list. There's even a fan if it gets stuffy. Running off the solar panel."
The idea is that the big curtain can cover the big window panels and shield the bed from bugs. Ditto for the little windows.
“Got it.” Tadgh leans over to grab the clips. “Sounds about right, he was a soldier. My dad didn’t talk about the war, or why he wound up GOING, considering he didn’t have to, but there were pictures. Tents looked bloody uncomfortable at times, so I can just imagine Steve not wanting to be living it TOO rough.”
"And I don't think it was that long for him? I mean, what with getting frozen in the water that long." Tony's climbing down to move his tea cup and his ladder. "Oh, how was the shades, Enjolras? From town? I might do another run down there, if you need anything."
“That’s true.” Tadgh nods at that. “It definitely seems like it was...pretty fast, all things considered.”
“Oh those worked out pretty well.” Enjolras looks amused. “You realize, there are hermit crabs with shells that look like everyone’s robes possible now. Someone, and I’ve yet to figure out who, decided to paint more when Ezio brought back the others.”
"I saw that. I think there's some for me and Steve around somewhere." Tony's climbing down and looking up as the wind fiddles with the netting. "Okay, I think I like this."
Tadgh’s taking a step back, studying it. “This IS nice. Romantic.” he adds, eyedarting.
Tony laughs. "That's the plan. Shall we head back and get some food? Thanks for helping with all the clips."
“Sounds like a plan, aye.” Tadgh flashes him a thumbs up. “Any time in aid of what you’re after.”
Enjolras rolls his eyes at that. “That’s not creepy at all.”
Tony blinks. "Lack of mosquitos at night?"
“There we go.” Tadgh nods at that. “Or anything else that creeps around.” Thankfully, he hasn’t had to deal with THOSE, but midgies aren’t exactly better.
"And we could head inside the cabin if the weather turns odd. Best of both worlds." Tony's smoothing a sheet. "Let's go get some food. Tell me about you guys? I mean, stuff you can tell."
“At the moment?” Enjolras frowns. “There isn’t much that’s interesting. Well, aside the fact I’m following around the rising star of Irish politics, but that’s not a job that leaves much actually for ME.”
Tadgh laughs at the description. “We’ve been home, a lot. Conditioning, because he’s out of it, and now we’re going to terrify ourselves in NATURE for an evening. Bets are on for who runs screaming first.”
"So just orienteering and discussing safe camping stuff?" Tony's tilting his head. "And I'm a city guy. Best I can say is sunscreen. Wear a hat. Pack water."
“We’re doomed.” Enjolras proclaims. “We’re completely doomed. The last time I was camping somewhere was in the Paris Metro station.” He shakes his head a little. “What possessed us, I”m not sure, but should we survive, it’s some sort of badge of honor.”
“There’s no way Shaun is taking anybody out like this.” Tadgh nods. “I’m the fun tutor. And the bloody stupid one.”
Tony tilts his head. "If you asked me, I'd say just take a walk along the shore and then make hot chocolate. But I'm the stupid one here." He's aiming them back for the house. "Lunch ideas?"
“That IS a little more our style.” Enjolras snorts. “But in the meantime, so long as you help keep us from dying, that should help. And good question. I don’t exactly have a problem with anything, really. No allergies.”
"Hm - well, it's warm." Tony checks the fridge. "I see fish, and chicken. I could flake that up, and put it between some bread? Spread it with something. There's grilled veggies too." Since that's a pretty simple thing. "Maybe we could ask Bucky if he's up for joining you on that nature walk? We could kind of do groups?"