Tony Stark is a Piping Hot Mess (avengingstuff) wrote in pathways_log, @ 2021-11-14 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | mcu: tony stark, roswell nm: michael guerin |
Who: Michael, Tony
What: Michael is pissed and literally throwing furniture
When: After this announcement by Xanatos
Where: Tony's office
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 for alcohol and telekinesis? I guess?
Status: Complete
To say Michael was pissed was an understatement. He had been working his ass off on developing a concrete that was better for the environment. Hell he had developed it, it was just in the testing stage now. But of course David Xanatos had beat them to it. And that one remark in the press release about it being a ‘stark improvement’. That was clearly a jab at Stark Industries and Michael couldn’t help but wonder if Xanatos had known how close they were to developing a concrete of their own.
“I can’t believe this!” Michael protested, clearly upset, the second he walked into Tony’s office. He made his way over to the small bar, pouring himself some scotch. “Did you know?” he asked, too frustrated to sit down.
"I had no idea until the press release." Tony replied, sounding angry himself, but also sad. There was a glass in his hand he'd poured before Mike arrived, but he'd only taken a token sip of it. "Honestly, Mikey? I think we've got a mole. Or a rat. Or... I think he stole your shit, is what I'm trying to say."
Michael was understandably more pissed off than he could be - it was his work, and while Stark Industries would claim it in his name, Tony had only weighed in here and there. For Tony, it was much more personal. He'd started to respect David, even get friendly with him. This was the price he'd paid for it, and Michael had been caught in the crossfire.
“No shit,” Michael replied, his anger only growing. “There is no way in hell he just happened to come out with the same thing at us right when we were in our final tests.” He took a sip of his drink, but it did nothing to calm him.
He was so damn angry. All his hard work to that asshole. The bottles on Tony’s bar began to vibrate with Michael’s anger. Of course he didn’t realize that was what was causing the vibrations. Hell he barely even noticed them he was so pissed. But then they all exploded, alcohol going everywhere. That sure got Michael’s attention. He was not about wasting alcohol.
“What the fuck?!”
What the fuck, indeed. Tony tried to remain calm. His clothing was covered in exploded alcohol, and he picked a piece of glass out of his arm, still trying to remain calm. The glass he held in his hand was, miraculously, still intact, and he took a sip from it, though his hand was shaking.
"Uh... buddy... did you just- you just blew up my bar? That was you?"
Of course it wasn’t him. How could it be him? His anger only seemed to build still. Even with that little explosion that obviously wasn’t him. “No!” he snapped at Tony’s question. But as he did the couch ended up flying across the room, crashing into the opposite wall.
“Shit!”
If his eyes weren't already open as wide as they could get, Tony's certainly would have popped open due to pure shock as he witnessed his couch go crashing into the wall. That was... that wasn't him doing that. He pointed at it, his hand quivering in the air a bit as he started swirling the pointing finger around in the air.
"And that? THAT? That wasn't you? It sure wasn't me, buddy it wasn't me that had to be you."
Tony knocked back the rest of his alcohol and started scanning the room for anything that was still intact enough for him to get a drink. One of his best bourbon decanters had thankfully survived the explosion, though his hands were almost shaking too much to pour himself more of it without spilling. "I think I think hey we need more alcohol do you think we need more alcohol because I definitely think- yes."
“I can’t-” Michael started but then stopped when he saw all the items on Tony’s desk start to vibrate. He took a breath, doing his best to calm himself. Okay maybe it was him.
“Yeah,” Michael finally said. “I need more alcohol.” He wasn’t shaking like Tony was. But he definitely wasn’t calm. He knew he had to at least keep his anger under control though. Because if he didn’t… well he didn’t want to know what else would happen.
Anything else that could happen was probably going to be bad. Tony was imagining the windows of his building shattering: And it was still possible that that was how this was going to go.
Part of him was fascinated but he was nowhere near his white boards.
“Maybe I have some paper cups around here. We could do liquor in paper cups, that might be better.” He said, while handing the drink he’d just poured over to MIchael. He started looking around his office for something to pour liquor into that wasn’t glass. Luckily, his bar also had a coffee area and it was possible those paper coffee cups were in a cupboard somewhere.
“So like- hey, breathe. Deep breaths? We’re gonna deal with this MIkey, I swear. I already talked to Legal today. A little bit, since they were as taken by surprise as we were. No more couches in the wall. Okay?”
That didn’t exactly help. “What the hell is legal going to do?” Michael questioned, the pictures on Tony’s walls vibrating with his anger. But they didn’t fly anywhere so progress? Nor did the glass shatter. Michael took a breath to calm himself before it got to that point.
“They can’t magically get my work back. It’s too late.”
“Well, no, they can’t, not exactly? But what they CAN do is press criminal charges for taking all of your work, which we have like oodles of evidence that they did that, and they can also sue him to drop any use of the product and make it so he can’t sell any. Then we can get back to patenting it like we were planning.”
Tony’s reply came without any hesitation, despite the fact that he was still shaking in place. He’d already had an idea of what he was going to say before all of the furniture had gone flying, and he was pretty happy with himself for preparing remarks ahead of time. He was also proud that he wasn’t completely scared out of his mind.
“So you see? I got you. Legal has you. We might even get this guy to face some jail time. That’s got to make you feel a LITTLE bit better, yeah?”
“Yeah I guess,” Michael mumbled. He was still pretty pissed, but it was a least enough to get his damn powers under control.
Ducking into a cabinet, Tony let out a happy shout as he discovered a stock of paper cups and pulled them out. “HERE we go. So. Let me get a new drink, and then we’re gonna put the couch back and I’ll tell you all about some other cool projects I got lined up for you.”
Anything to distract him from his new found telekinesis powers that could potentially still blow Tony’s building up, he figured.
He did start making mental notes for later, though. People were forming powers, and Tony thought they were going to need a safe(r) place to learn to control them. A danger room, of sorts.
“I’m going to need more than one drink before we get into that.” He was still too bitter about losing his last project to think about new ones. He just wanted to drown his sorrows, and maybe even his anger, in alcohol for now.