Who: Selene and Tony What: Drinks When: Monday evening Where: Selene's cabin Warnings: TBA
Tony wouldn't admit it, but at the moment he was feeling a little 'high on life' it seemed. He'd found some of the team he'd left behind more than a year ago following an alien invasion and now, finally, things seemed to be falling into place better than he could have hoped for. Of course, he was still searching for the others he was missing and he wasn't about to stop, but for tonight, he needed a drink and he needed to relax.
The small town where Tony had found himself following faint wireless signals Jarvis picked up on the suits scanners was looking promising. Friendly locals, some places to stay, and not very many walking corpses. Tony liked that. He didn't like seeing those corpses; he didn't like being in the suit in the middle of a horde and wading through as they scratched and bit at the metal. He didn't like seeing the human race turning to those things so easily when he'd fought with everything he had to defend Earth from those damned aliens.
Now though, he could forget about it a bit as Jarvis locked in on this woman's coordinates; Selene, she said her name was, and scanned the area for threats before setting himself down on the porch of the cabin, the tiny thing creaking and groaning under the weight of the suit, threatening to give way. He knocked on the door and stepped back from the groaning porch, letting the suit begin to break down and compact around him for storage.
He gave the young woman a smile when he saw her, the iron still coming off piece by piece until it was at his feet in a compact case, still listening to AC/DC until he muttered a simple, “mute” and the music went silent. He picked up the case and walked back up onto the porch, holding out his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Selene. I'm Tony, as I've... previously mentioned.”