ᛏᛟᚾᛁ ᛋᛏᚨᚱᚲ (iron) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-28 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | jasper sitwell (mcu), tony stark / iron man (mcu) |
Who: Tony Stark & Jasper Sitwell
When: Wednesday Night, After the Daily Bugle article went up.
Where: Stark Tower. His Labs.
What: Tony talks about his feelings, while showing off a lot of cool gadgets in the hope that Jasper doesn't really listen to what he's saying.
Rating: PG
Yes, it was true that Stark had purchased up a few OsCorp shares. Just enough that the Bugle would be able to hide their sensationalism in a plea of safe speculation. He wasn't taking over OsCorp, and he certainly wasn't making and kind of move to take the company away from Harry. He liked the kid, he'd thrown money at setting up a program to help him, and none of that had been for show. He wasn't trying to screw him over or take anything from him -- Osborn had nothing he needed -- but curing an illness that most people had never heard of, and using refugees who came and went, or people who were otherwise employed and trying to go this work in their off hours, along side a team -- none of it was ideal, and it was all slowing coming apart at the seams. Harry wasn't getting better, and if the text messages were any indication -- things were a lot worse, and he'd deteriorated a lot faster, than anyone would have imagined possible. He wasn't sure why he'd texted Jasper. Maybe it was because he knew Steve had other things going on right now, or maybe it was because he didn't want to be reassured right now. Told that he'd done everything he could and sometimes there's no way to save everyone. Because not being able to solve a problem wasn't okay. He was a mechanic, goddamn it; if he couldn't fix something that was broken than what good was he? Tony had pulled a scotch from the back shelves to offer Jasper something to drink when he arrived. A tall, golden-coloured bottle 1947 Macallan Single Malt Scotch Whisky from the Speyside - Highlands in Scotland looked a bit out of place, on an unsanded work bench with spare machine parts and crumpled up pencil drawings thrown every which way. The Macallan, that particular bottle, was one that his father had bought back in the sixties. Stark had always had a policy that if he could save the good stuff for a special occasion, it meant he wasn't an alcoholic. It was probably not the best matrix to work on, but neither were most of the ones he used to govern behaviour. It remained untouched. After he'd finished texting Jasper, he'd retreated to his labs, and stayed there away from intrusions from the outside world. The whole room was dark besides the tiny light that illuminated his work space, a lonely golden goose, sitting in it's nest, until Jasper made his way to the glass door. Then, JARVIS flickered the room to life, and granted Sitwell entrance to the very belly of the Stark Industries beast. |