Tony Stark (in_extremis) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2013-07-22 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: character: tony stark, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: maria hill |
Strike
Characters: Tony Stark, Maria Hill and OTA
Setting: Defense Technology Development Expo, Fort Hamilton, NY
Content: Probably really awkward
Summary: There's a lot of people Tony doesn't really get along with, and Maria Hill still makes it high on the list.
Outside, a crackle like the sound of fireworks all bursting at once in a way that would have lit up the sky, bounded against the fortress walls loud enough to echo competitively with the thousand voices all speaking at once. Very few of those speakers even turned to acknowledge it; it had been going on all day, at regular intervals, and by then it had become part of the milieu. The sound still nagged at Tony, though, pulling at his lip like it would form into a snarl of frustration before it disappeared just as quickly, leaving him staring blankly across the room and toward the source-- the firing range outside, where the handheld weaponry was tested with great vigor. It wasn't like he wasn't expecting or used to the sound, but it had been a while since Tony had been to a weapons show and he was on edge-- he couldn't help but wait for the big boom that signaled the inevitable mess that Justin Hammer's newest and best was bound to start.
It was a challenge to look at them, though. They were across the room by then, a dozen displays and a tank at Tony's back between them, but Tony still felt unsettled. He knew he was going to see something he didn't like by coming here, that was the point, but he didn't know how to prepare for the Drones. Hammer's Sentinel project had been unsettling enough before Tony had seen his own Iron Men fill the skies of a parallel universe. The positives of his day were, that was pretty well the only threat her he spotted to global safety. Nothing AIM would want or be funding, at least very obviously, or anything HYDRA would reasonably salivate over. Without the competition or a good, tactile war to dig their greedy hands into, this crowd wasn't very inspired. Tony had to wait, listening to the crowd's whispers to pick out any hints of nefarious deeds, as yet unmentioned relationships with Hammer, and their response to the Drones. He leaned against the solid, meaty tank, talking around the straw jutting out of his bottle of water and into the phone that not only kept any of that slimy eye contact from bearing pungent fruit, but brought a sweet voice into the noise and rattle of the Expo. "You should see it," he was murmuring. "Yeah...Well, you will, I'll bring you some back. What are you going to give me for it?"