Who: Tony and Clint (& OPEN to Avengers/Agent Hill/Pepper Potts if they want) What: Touring the new facility Where: Everett Naval Base When: December 28th, afternoon Warnings: None
Tony usually wasn't very reliant on many things, or many people. He would show up where he wanted, when he wanted, and didn't care who thought any different of it. Now, the times had changed, much like that Bob Dylan song and nothing was ever going to be the same again. Not that he expected it to be, and he was a human so he probably wouldn't see all of this resolved in his lifetime, but he had thought about kids someday. Someday. Maybe not anymore given the state of things. Iron Man was back and here to stay, and he was going to help as long as he could. Fight the good fight until he couldn't do it anymore, then would lay down and die.
The naval base wasn't far from the prison or the projects, but it was far enough to keep the people he didn't want there out. The building he'd chosen to fortify had been a command post before and then for a short time during the war, Tony figured, having gone through most of the papers in the main command center. They'd loaded up most of the men onto the aircraft carriers that had been docked there, two of them, and had shipped them out. He wondered every so often if they were still out there. Still alive.
He didn't have time to contemplate that, though, so he packed everything up that the military left behind and stored it before converting their conference room into his own. Once the power was online he fed JARVIS through the systems and began pulling up all the information he could. It would take a couple hours, but luckily Clint offered a distraction and, after getting the suit on he left, following the coordinates to Clint's cabin, landing almost soundlessly in the soft soil before the couch and walking up the steps, creaking under the added weight of the iron suit.
He knocked on the door and waited, crossing his arms as he did so.