Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-01-28 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: stark enterprises, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: avengers tower, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: kate bishop |
Characters: Tony and Kate
Setting: Stark Tower
Content: Lordy. Probably language.
Summary: Cassie's gone missing and left behind a widening pit of despair.
It wasn't like he was in mourning or the world had ended or something. There was still work to be done-- lots of work, like, a metric ton of work that had crept its way into his life without Tony noticing until some vague time last week, completely unrelated to the discovery of the note. Conveniently, most of it could be done in the garage, away from where just anyone could waltz in and interrupt his busy schedule with their annoying, human problems or whatever social failure he had managed by doing his work and not acknowledging some important, once in a lifetime occurrence that would happen again next year. In fact, he could seal everything tightly and no one could waltz in unless they had an axe, a strong arm, and some reason to believe they would survive a repulsor blast to the gut for scaring the shit out of Iron Man.
In fact, Tony could seal the garage and leave and no one would know any better. He could fly up passed the thin layer of grey, winter clouds, where the sun was less hazy and its light would wink off of the snowflakes now melted and trickling down the smooth armor. He did a lot of flying. He found Cassie's cell phone that way; easy enough to track, which she knew very well when she tossed it. Nothing else, though.
The only thing Tony couldn't do in the garage, and no matter how aggravating and abrasive he got this refused to change, was Nick's vanity project. This had to stay secreted in the basements of S.H.I.E.L.D. so no one else knew that the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. played with dolls. This could have been a project that Tony let cool for the week (after all, there as just so much to do in the garage), but when, early Saturday morning, he found himself staring at the persistently unchanging stock index and realized it would stay that way for two whole days, Tony had to take his stock of himself. There were clients to call and projects to survey and a whole board of asses to kiss, but they were all horrid and boring and Tony didn't want to put a suit on. It was the weekend. The LMDs, though, could be so easily modified for much lower impact mobility if Tony could just take the time, and that lab was sealed, too. He just had to get through the lobby and the plaza and S.H.I.E.L.D. clearance and he could be working again.
Why did he design the lobby to be so bright? There was another project. It was time for an update around here, it was starting to feel stagnant and oppressive and no one wanted to hang around anyway.