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Pepper is ([info]hisonething) wrote in [info]avengers_logs,
@ 2018-07-04 20:05:00

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Entry tags:-open thread, bobbi morse, darcy lewis, drax, hope van dyne, loki odinson, nebula, nick fury, pepper potts, peter quill, tony stark

Who: Everyone
What: HAPPY 100th BIRTHDAY, STEVE ROGERS!
When: July 4th
Where: Ellis Island/Statue of Liberty
Rating: TBD



Pepper had gotten to Ellis Island to oversee the set up for the party at 7AM. The caterers arrived an hour later. Then she began to direct the whole mess as if she were choreographing a ballet. Anyone who has seen her at work with something like this can't help but step back and watch in awe.

By the time 3PM rolled around and the first guests began to arrive everything was set up. There were no less than three dance floors. One with a band to play Big Band/1940s music. One with a standard DJ for the younger crowd. And one with a piano bar for a more traditional dancing and talking atmosphere. There was a dining area with two full bars, all manner of food and drink and tables of various size for groups or couples. There was a VIP section for the Avengers and their extended friends and relatives.

Pepper was currently wandering around greeting people and welcoming them.


[ooc: Per Gwen this will go on all month long so tag in willy nilly!]



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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-09 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Peter had no idea what he was doing at the party but it was free, open to all, and more importantly: free.

He was also curious to see what a 100 year old frozen and now defrosted man looked like; however, the reality made him want to do about 1000 sit ups and go comb his hair. How the hell did that guy look better than him? He had barely ever been frozen! Ugh. Disgusting.

Heading to the free bar, and then over to the free BBQ, Peter happily stuffed his face while he stood off the side, wondering what the heck the VIP lounge was for. Were there strippers? Champagne? Strippers with Champagne? Or maybe it's where the drugs were. HE was surprised at the lack of cocaine. His vague recollection of movies from the 80s showed a lot more drugs than this party had.

Hm. No matter. He had a shit ton of hot dogs and that made life pretty damn sweet.

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-09 10:13 pm UTC (link)
The hundred year old guy and his buddy, the Manchurian Candidate, were no shows. Instead, there was a life-size standee of Captain America that made all of them look like slobs. Tony supposed that Pepper's plan to give Steve some quiet time actually worked. Still, she could've let him know so he didn't get some teeny tiny part of his usually stupidly optimistic hopes up, and bring a present to that party. Oh well. It was safe under lock and key, not to mention being monitored. Maybe later.

Tony spied Star-Lad nearby...or whatever the hell that guy called himself. The party wasn't up to Risky Business or Weird Science standards. It was tame on a level that many would deem 'family friendly' because Pepper planned it, and Pep was great at adulting. It wasn't anywhere near as bombastic as he would've had it, which was probably a good thing. Once upon a time he was hiring stewardesses that were actually strippers, and threw more than his fair share of hedonistically reckless parties. Peter was about eight years too late.

He was older and wiser and a stellar example of being an adult and....

"Okay, Star-Lard! That is a metric shit ton of hot dogs," Tony observed out loud, staring fixedly at them. "Are you seriously gonna maow down on all of those? I'm entering you in the Nathan's hot dog eating contest next Fourth of July."

There went that whole adult wisdom thing.

Right out the window. Backwards.

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-12 08:47 pm UTC (link)
"Star-LORD," Peter corrected Tony, his mouth full of hot dogs. So what if he had basically taken every hot dog that was available? For 3o years he hadn't had a single one.

Plus, maybe this would finally motivate him to jog or something.

Swallowing hard, he wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his jacket. "Hot dogs are fucking amazing. There's something about Earth that makes the best junk food in the galaxy. Can you believe that the Millorians think slorg spit is a treat? I mean, yeah, it's sweet as FUCK but ugh. The texture." He made a face. "I can only handle so much before need some jollie to wash it down, know what I mean?"

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-12 09:41 pm UTC (link)
Tony stared at Peter for a long moment, before giving the dismissive shrug of a shoulder. Star-LORD had a point. Junk food was amazing, before he gave that up in favor of a gluten-free, dairy-free, carb-free, all veggie and proteins superhero diet...which was pretty much his idea of hell right now. Except when he asked Happy to sneak him a burger, or he made a spur of the moment landing at a dodgy taco food-truck...just so he could feel like he was living dangerously.

Speaking of living dangerously?

"I dunno what the hell slorg spit is. Or jollie? I'm guessing that's better than super sweet slorg spit." He eyed the hot dogs almost enviously, before focusing back on Peter. "I'm wondering if you still need help fixing that ship. And if you need a job, while we're at it? Seems like we're the major employer for ex-criminals and people from outer space."

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-12 10:21 pm UTC (link)
Peter gave him a wary look as he continued to eat his hot dogs. "I thought you hated me, man. Which is cool. I don't like you might either." This was all said very cheerfully, and matter-of-factly. There were many people who didn't like him and many more people he didn't like. That was the reality of being an amazingly confident, and wonderful individual.

So many haters.

"I would probably be the worst employee ever. I mean, I am a captain, after all. Man of the universe, my own boss, and savior of the galaxy." He paused. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I'd also roll my eyes at you a lot. And be sarcastic. And cost you a lot of money in damages." Was there more? "But hey -- I'd raise the attractiveness factor of your business!" He raised his hand in a high five motion. "Don't leave me hangin'!"

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-12 11:11 pm UTC (link)
Tony stared at the raised hand and then looked directly at Peter's face. He had a corner market on being surrounded by haters. It was part of being amazingly confident and a prickly bastard to keep others at a very safe distance. That's why the high-five wasn't reciprocated. Yet.

"Yeah, well, here's the thing? I hate you. You hate me," was Tony's nonchalant response, like it was no big deal. They were all supposed to be on the same side anyway. And it wasn't like Star-Loaf punched Thanos in the face yet, in this alternate universe. "Ninety percent of everyone on the network? They hate me too. It happens. We're both sarcastic. Happy and I roll our eyes at each other all of the time. But he's supposed to be Pep's head of security, not my GrubHub driver. I have a current sarcastic ass personal assistant. Pay's good. Hours are shit. But she's wasted on that. She's got a poli-sci degree and needs some résumé credentials, if she ever wants to get a job at a state or federal level. Since we're giving her a promotion into human resources or legal, I need a new gopher."

A smirking Tony finally high-fived Peter's hand.

"Tag. You're it! In exchange for a paycheck and a company car, I'll help fabricate whatever you and your crew needs. I get to learn more about what makes a spaceship tick. You can get back out there to help us stop Thanos. It's a win-win situation."

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-13 07:50 pm UTC (link)
Peter considered the offer thoughtfully as he carefully processed the pros and cons.

LOL AS IF.

He gave a sharp nod and pounded back two hot dogs, leaving only a few more to go. At least now he had one arm free. "Right, okay well, I'm in. I have to like make amends and shit. Gamora was pretty pissed when she learned what I did to Thanos." He wrinkled his face. "Okay and so was everyone else. A second chance would be deadly....and so would driving lessons, because not going to lie, I have literally never driven a car before. I mean, it can't be THAT much different than a spaceship though, amirite? Transponders, comms, weapons systems...gotta be all there. Like on a Hummer." His eyes widened. "Oh! Do I get a Hummer?? That'd be so fricking cool."

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-13 08:31 pm UTC (link)
"I think there's a lot of shit that we'd all like a do-over on," Tony said with a high pitched laugh, looking right at Peter as he said it. The laugh was sheer edgy nerves, not even a twinge of mirth to be found in it. If anyone needed a do-over, it was Star-LORD. "So you wanna Hummer? Done. I'll make a call and get you one of the hybrid concepts they've been working on for next year. And hi, if you can fly a ship? You can drive."

It was easy. The main rules being 1.) Watch out for things coming at you and 2.) Don't crash. Driving was easy in New York City. It consisted of too many traffic lights, being stuck in traffic, and yelling a lot. Almost like rush hour in Los Angeles. Minus the yelling. Mostly. That depended on the top being down on the convertible.

"You start on Monday," he quickly added, having already drained his champagne and swapping it out for a full one from a waiter passing by. "We'll head up to the upstate headquarters, research facility...whatever it is now. Get started on that fix-it project. It needs a code-name. No Kevin Bacon. How 'bout Weird Science? Oingo Boingo. Why not?"

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-13 08:35 pm UTC (link)
"What's wrong with Kevin Bacon?," Peter grumbled, frowning. Footloose was an institution.

It was amazing.

It was obviously better than the remake.

"Okay, Monday. Monday is good. Monday is when work should start. I guess. How do you feel about flexible hours? I tend to sleep a lot."

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-13 08:39 pm UTC (link)
"Everything's wrong with Kevin Bacon. I don't trust anyone with that many connections to everyone else. Also? I don't sleep."

Tony shrugged and slugged down half the glass of champagne.

"Well, I do? But it's about four or five hours a night. I work late and I'm up at the ass crack of dawn, working. Come in around nine, and take a catnap in my office. I'll yell if I need coffee or lunch. Or the explosions will wake you up. Whichever."

See? Easy job is easy. Plenty of naptime.

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[info]thehoffs_twin
2018-07-18 07:01 pm UTC (link)
Peter finished his last hot dog, and gave a nod. Wouldn't Gamora be so happy that they were working together? Kind of?

"I can live with explosions. Alright, Iron-Guy. Let's do this. I'm not going to start calling you Mr. Stark or kissing your ass though, let's make that clear. And I'll definitely tell you if I don't like something. Or you. Or both. Yeah. That sounds about right."

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[info]the_iron_man
2018-07-20 08:29 am UTC (link)
"Works for me, Space-Gourd," Tony said, with the sharp shrug of a shoulder. This should work out well or be the sort of disaster that Pepper was going to glare at. A lot. "I'm not gonna stop calling you names, or at the very least, pointing at you and saying 'hey you' sometimes. It's cool. Pick up your key-card next week."

He waved a hand in the air as he casually sauntered off.

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