Who: EB and Tony Stark What: Dealing with the aftermath Where: Their stateroom When: Thursday Rating: TBD (probably high)
Enigma rolled over, gronaing as she stared at the wall, feeling lonely in the giant and empty bed...before promptly screaming, throwing her pillow at the robot standing over her. She reached for her gun before her brain caught up with what she saw and she blinked, turning around to look at the Iron Man suit who was doing his best to look harmless after being attacked by a pillow, before she groaned, falling back into the bed. "Good morning, Jarvis," she muttered.
She could tell the difference between Tony's suit and Jarvis only by the fact Tony didn't have God Killer on Dutch. Yawning, she rolled over again to face the suit, blinking. "When did you arrive?"
"Good morning, Mrs. Stark and late last night...I am sorry for startling you,"
"It's alright..." She sat up, groaning as her stomach swam, before standing fully, stretching. "Make yourself at home."
"I already have, madam, and might I say, the concious of this ship is deplorably rude."
EB snorted at that, amused by Jarvis' assessment of Dutch. "That she is...what's that?" She pointed to the suit pod in the corner, standing next to Tony's, blinking.
"Ah, I thought I should bring a wedding present..." Jarvis said, moving over to the pod and pressing his armored hand against the front, the pannels sliding open to reveal the Rescue armor.
EB blinked, moving closer to the female Iron Man suit, running her hands over it. "Jarvis..."
"Ms. Potts said it would be in better hands...and to take care of him."
EB grinned, hugging the AI, before checking out the suit, her hands sliding eagerly over the metal exoskeleton.