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Oct. 29th, 2015



[Once returning from Penny Dreadful(s) and discovering a parcel on the porch of his cabin. The post is made public.]

Found: One snow globe.

Oct. 26th, 2015


[Tony S]

Please tell me that this is just a backup reactor!

[Public, just in case. Anon.]

I'm looking for somebody who knows Tony Stark. [Struck through after not-dead Tony shows up.]



I received a really, really pretty pair of strappy red heels. They say Sam Edelman on the sole. I would like to give them back to whoever they belong to.

[...] And I think someone has my wedding rings. My husband's working a job out of town, and I haven't seen him in a few days, and I'd really like my rings back, please. I miss him lots. I can pay for the rings, if whoever has them needs money.

Oct. 23rd, 2015



[To Pepper, Faol, Penny, Bruce, Selina, and Bucky. Separately, of course.]

No card. )

Oct. 7th, 2015


Quicklog: Faol, Penny, Bruce, Selina, Bucky (+Tony)

[Once the plans had been made, the cars came. Each was unobtrusive, sleek and gleaming and the interior smelled like upholstery shampoo and money. The ride to the facility was two hours from the center of Manhattan: long enough to be out of the way of tabloid journalists and scandal, beyond the Hudson and the decimation of the laboratory that lay beneath the iron-grey water. From the outside, the building looked like a home. Modern by design but unobtrusive in a landscape mostly scattered.

The door refused to open other than to an iris-scan, the familiar holographic blue of Stark technology and it would admit only one at a time.

Upon entry to the building, it became rapidly apparent that this was not a home. To the right, what had once been the living room had been stripped out and replaced with a bed: the kind found in discreet and eye-wateringly expensive clinics in Switzerland. Tech surrounded the bed: screens that monitored for signs of life, the majority of which were quietly humming with no apparent significance. A drip hung above the bed, and a ventilator stood by.

The presence of medical staff - the kind who ran the equipment and attended to the man in the bed - was undeniably obtrusive. White coats, and they were within the place. Not by the bedside currently, but Pepper was. There was no press-release to explain absence, but the press were now used to Tony disappearing frequently for unexplained periods and Pepper could run whatever was required from whatever location was required. It was easier than she had thought it would be.

She wasn't business-meeting appropriate now. She was black on black and she sat in the sort of low chair drawn up to hospital bedsides all over the world, except this looked as if enough money had been spent to make it comfortable.]

Oct. 1st, 2015


Pepper P, Bucky B, Robert B, JARVIS, Faol R, Stephanie B

[All these come once she wakes up from her strange dream, and while she's still figuring out what the hell happened in Gotham. Eddie, she assumes, is as hungover as she is, but she hasn't looked around the apartment above Enigma & Graves yet to be sure.]

[Group: Pepper P, Bucky B, Robert B & voice transcript to JARVIS]
So, Tony? Not dead. Apparently, he took some thing his Valentine gave him, and that thing was supposed to make him better. So, if it's magic? Maybe less science to fix it.

[Locked to Faol R]
Hey, handsome. That medical help you offered me once? Does it mean that's your mutant thing?

[Locked to Stephanie B]

[Locked to Robert B]
[Added after talking to Faol.] Robert? I know talking to me might not be on your to-do list, but I have someone who wants to help with Tony, and I need to know if I should have them talk to you, or to some medical women Pepper keeps mentioning. So, let's just have this conversation, shall we?

Sep. 22nd, 2015


Locks: Pepper P, Clementine M, Cris M

[Pepper P]

Hi there, Ms. Potts.

[Clementine M]

I called out from work with a family emergency, I figure in a week or so I'll kill off a relative and buy a little more time to try and help you friends if I can.

But more importantly....

I feel like we are at the point in our relationship where I can tell you that I've been wondering and thinking that you might be having some feelings. All kinds of feelings, probably some shit ones as of late. Me too.

So. I, Dr. Penny Ross, have devised an alternative solution.

Please welcome....

From the woman who made eating your feelings fun again....

Penny's Fried Peach Pies

[Cris M]


Sep. 19th, 2015



[JARVIS (+ Louis)]

I need a rundown of every facility we have that's off the public books, and a list of doctors who can be bought.

Sep. 16th, 2015


[JARVIS, Selina, Bucky (as James), Gwen, Pepper]

[Days after the collapse of the underwater lab, Bruce had been too many places. The Hulk had carried him up out of the bay, and didn't stop until he'd traveled far. Far, far. Following some sort of internal compass even in his hurt and grief. He had to stop, sometimes, just to shout again, trying to let out the tightness and awful feeling at the back of his throat, but the sound never worked. Neither did striking anything - trees, old buildings, the ground. Most often, the ground, and never anywhere with people or anything that would lead to anyone being hurt. He followed the compass - north, south, north, west, west, west. He stopped with his feet in the water, salt in his throat, a rocky cliff at his back. And he knew, somehow, that the place he'd found was the right place to be. So he stopped. And sat.

Bruce woke among the rocks, salt still in his throat, feet in the water. The ocean lapped at him, and far above, perched on the cliff - in the cliff - was a familiarly rounded building. Edged in glass and modernly west-coast, even from the strange angle, Bruce knew Tony's Malibu home.

It was awkward, climbing up, finding his way toward an entrance. He was tired and hungry, and thankful for JARVIS letting him inside. There was food. There was a change of clothing. Everything around him screamed Tony, and Bruce did his best to wade through it while forcing back that same raw pain that had driven his counterpart. It was too much to be in Tony's space, at least a space that was so much him. Down to the sometimes-lingering traces of cologne and shop grease in the air. He couldn't stay. If he stayed, the Big Guy would make a reappearance, and he didn't really want to tear the Malibu house apart. He needed to leave, even if the only place he had to go would also hold traces of his friend. It wouldn't be quite as bad as his one-time home.]

[Before stepping through into the DC door to go to the lab in Gotham:]

JARVIS? Let me know what people are planning for a funer-- [...] for services, okay? [That's all he can manage to say about that.]

[Selina, Bucky (as James), Gwen, Pepper]
I have to go for a while. I hope everyone's okay. I just [...] have to go.

I'm sorry.

Sep. 15th, 2015


Public; Mutants

[After the reports of this come out.]


No matter what the news reports, I feel the need to reiterate that not all mutants are terrorists.

[Individual locks: Faol R, Ronan X, Pepper P, MK R, Wanda M, Billy K]

I need to know that you are safe.

Sep. 11th, 2015


[Triage for the billionaire]

Who: Clem, Penny, Pepper, Bucky (+ not!dead Tony Stark)
What: Checking Tony's non-vital vitals
Where: Graham & Shane's old place
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: Don't think so

Clementine, she wasn't sure of any damn thing. )

Aug. 24th, 2015


"Mortal Danger" in Marvel - Bruce B, Pepper P, Selina K, Steve R, Gwen S, Bucky B (+JARVIS)

[The coordinates that Robert provided were on the water, just at the river and overlooking the murky blue that Selina assumed hid Tony's bay lab from nosy eyes. And, honestly, what had the man been thinking? Building something down there. It seemed the most unsafe thing a person could do, and it didn't surprise her at all that Tony had done just that. Oh, she'd known about the lab when the last version of Robert Banner had been working on it, but looking down at that murky water made her comprehend just how deep the thing had to be.

Alright, so the kitty cat was fond of taking risks, but she was as hypocritical as anyone else. And right now? Right now she wanted to hiss at the tin man. It didn't help that she was tense, and that her mood wasn't precisely buoyant. And maybe she was a tiny bit concerned with what they'd find inside the lab itself. JARVIS had all but confirmed that Tony was inside and not doing well.

Impatient, she settled her hands on her hips. She'd taken a few minutes to change into skinny jeans and a simple t-shirt in black, her whip looped through the jean's beltloops, and heeled boots on her feet. And unlike the hotel lobby, now it was her turn to pace.] What's taking them so long?

[She assumed they'd let JARVIS know when everyone was there, and commence this farce of mortal danger that somehow involved six people who hadn't even been in the same space prior to said mortal danger occurring. And the fact that JARVIS went for that? It was the most worrisome thing of all.]

Aug. 20th, 2015


Bruce B + Pepper P + Selina K + James B + Gwen S, Peggy C, Tony S, Peter P, ETA: JARVIS

[On his way to pick up Gwen.]

[Locked to Bruce B, Pepper P, Selina K, James B, and Gwen S]
Let's get a plane ready to take us to this lab. Pepper, can you arrange this? Everyone needs to be prepared for what we might find. I'm on my way to pick up Ms. Stacy, and we can convene at Stark Tower. I don't know if anyone else has been to this place, outside of Gwen. If you have, I'll need you to get together and come up with a rough layout for us to follow. Bruce, James, you two gather anything you think we might need. He might have been taken by HYDRA, or any other number of things. James, focus on weaponry. Dr. Banner, on supplies, since we have no idea how long we're to be away. Selina, I assume you have feelers out in Gotham, with no luck?

[Locked to Peggy C]
Stark is missing. I'm off to try and find him. Keep an eye on things in New York for us. Did you hear about Sharon?

[Locked to Tony S]
[Trying one last time.]

Tony, I hope you're alright. We're coming now.

[Locked to Peter P]
Peter, Tony Stark's gone MIA. A group of us, including Gwen, are going to find him. I need you to help Ms. Carter hold down the fort until we're back.

ETA: [Ping to JARVIS]

Aug. 17th, 2015


Steve R, Bruce B, Selina K (we're desperate)

[Group lock]

Have any of you seen him? I've tried every facility we have and JARVIS is redirecting. I can't find him.

Aug. 16th, 2015


Call: Tony S

[Call: Tony S]

[It's via JARVIS, the call. A request to connect, in an office that's wrap-around glass with a view of the city below. Heels, and a suit, and she says JARVIS, can you get Tony for me? the way you'd ask an old friend to do a favor.]

Aug. 12th, 2015


Gwen S

[Gwen S]

Hello, Ms Stacy. How are you getting on?

Aug. 3rd, 2015


Cerebro -> Mutants; Telepathy

[Telepathy: various Mutants in Marvel]

[Good morning, Marvel mutants (X-gene and Pulse mutants, alike)! Jean is playing with Cerebro today to find yooouuuu~ (IMPORTANT NOTE: Not all mutants show up with Cerebro due to whatever reasons. If you'd rather not be found, Jean can't find you. That simple. :D) She forgoes telepathic communication to the mutants that wouldn't handle it well, and notes to meet them in person instead. To the others, the opening statement is roughly the same for everyone:]

Don't be alarmed. My name is Jean Grey. I am acting Headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. How are you doing today?

[Telepathy: MK Robinson]

[The voice is clear in MK's mind, purposeful. This is no idle whisper of surface thoughts. Jean is making her presence very known. The warm tendrils that webbed into her frontal lobe was less of a knock and more of someone wandering in to your house and making themselves comfortable on your couch.]

Good morning. Are you feeling better today?

Aug. 1st, 2015


Call: Peggy Carter

[From an anonymous, albeit expensive, hotel room in Malibu: Peggy C]


Jul. 26th, 2015


Selina K, Tony S, Bruce B, Public

[Selina K]

Selina, have you heard from Bruce?

[Tony S]

So what's the verdict? I got a call from your PT, I assume you stood them up because of the girl in the basement?

[Bruce B: one more time]

Bruce, can we establish that you're okay, please?


What's with Malibu and drinking vegetables?

Jul. 16th, 2015



[Locked to Gwen S/Unknown]

[The attempt is made to find 'Gwen S'. The lock refuses to accept the name, but the lock itself remains]

Gwen, I hope it's all right to speak to you.

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