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audio; un: shuri

[kimoyos]

Mr. Stark.

[She doubts he remembers who she is, but wanted to reach out to him anyway. Her concern for his well being wins out over the desire to give him space to acclimate to...well, space.

She's been in and out of the infirmary to check on him and help as needed, but hadn't really told him more than her name and that she was from Wakanda. It's time to reach out and have a more in depth conversation.]

I'm hoping you are still resting?

audio;

[arc_reactor]

Ms. Shuri?

( Tony can't put a face to the name, but recalls her voice above all else, kind and steady when he was delirious with pain. He sounds a little sleepy, shifting his way toward a seated position. )

Oh, I'm making some headway.

( Hang on... )

What time is it?

neverrr got a notif for this tag, sorry!!

[kimoyos]

Time is meaningless in space.

[And when you're healing from the kind of injuries he has, and trying to deal with the amount of pain he must be feeling. He needs to just accept the fact that he's out of it for a while, but if she was in his position she knows she sure wouldn't.]

Why? Do you have somewhere to be?

[That's a joke. Ha-ha, because he better not be leaving that bed!]

it's cool!

[arc_reactor]

( yeah, sitting is gonna be a no-go right now, for the new flare of pain licking at his skin, so he gives up the effort, studying the curtain someone has thoughtfully drawn around his bed. )

Home would be pretty nice right now.

[kimoyos]

[She thinks of all that Tony Stark has been through in recent years. The man deserves a break. It's unfortunate that he's had to come here and recover before being swept up in a mission of some kind. ]

I'm sure you miss your daughter terribly.

[It's what she would want someone to say to Baba if he were in Tony's place. She misses her father every day and is sure Morgan feels the same way, even if she's just a child.]

But being here could prove to be useful. Assuming we are able to find a way to heal you properly. If we were in Wakanda, I'd have the proper technology. But here...

[it's not the worst circumstances, but everything is very basic. It's a work in progress to try and upgrade as much as possible.]

Well. Everyone is trying their best.

text; un: Star - Lord

[spacedisaster]

Ey there.

How are you feeling today?

[arc_reactor]

Rested, thank you.
And yourself?

( He's full of coffee and actual, real sleep! Amazing how that works. )

[spacedisaster]

Good. Does anything hurt? Because there's an insanely amount of drugs being traded in this city, I'm sure I can find you normal painkillers.

About to start tearing my hair off if I have to keep wearing 3 pieces suits for another month. How do you even stand them? It's so restricting. They do make my shoulders look great, though.

But, if you are feeling better, I wanted to talk to you about some tech that could be really useful to have for the missions.

[ Ah, real sleep, that must do wonders...Peter think it's a myth. He's been having nightmares for weeks. ]

[arc_reactor]

( Quill pls. )

1. Wow, that is quite the offer. Kinda don't want to start an addiction if I can help it so, I'm good.

2. They're best when they're made-to-measure. I'm visiting the garment district tomorrow; you should come with.

3. Yep, what do you need?

( He could use a lot of painkillers, actually, but the deep-seated ache in his shoulder has tapered in the last few days, and he knows himself too well to risk access to the strong stuff circulating on the black market. )

[spacedisaster]

[ 'Quill pls' is probably something Tony will think about a lot. ]

I was talking about something for the pain, not to get you high. But okay, I see your point.

Oh...okay that might help. I'm just not used to wearing fancy clothes, you know? I feel like I'm pretending to be something I'm not. Which is exactly what we are doing, but I mean in general, not just for his mission.

Do you think you could make some sort of small, listening device that we could plant on some people of interest?

text; un: s.wilson

[unclesam]

[ It's late, but Sam doesn't want to let this sit too long. ]

you awake? we gotta talk, in person and in private.

un: stark

[arc_reactor]

well I'm definitely awake now. where are we meeting?

[unclesam]

[ Sam sends the coordinates to a roof top in the city. ]

this work for you?

[arc_reactor]

On it

( his landing on arrival is sure-footed, confident, and hurried. )

Don't keep me in suspense. What's this about?

text. | un: newt

[groupiedrifter]

Hey Tony my broski, I've got something for you!!!
You think you could come to the lab? Nothing science-related but I think you'll like it.

>> action

[arc_reactor]

( Near enough to the lab already, Tony changes course toward that direction, rapping his knuckles on the wall when he steps in. )

Nothing science-related? Are you sure? ( Wry, because that's his shtick, sipping at his coffee as he crosses the room to Newt. )

>> action

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton didn't expect him so quickly, but he probably should have. After all, the station isn't that big; he could jog from one available end to the other easily, anyway, even with his short legs. Fact.

But at the rapping, he stands up (obviously this isn't a sitting kind of situation) and pushes over some presents wrapped in pumpkin-themed wrapping paper.]

Mostly sure!

After I gave Viveca her robot body, the one you and Herm helped me with? I got a written message by who I'm assuming is the commander. I mean, maybe it's not, but anyway — he was really thankful for what we did for her, so he told me if there was anything the three of us needed, I could ask.

So I figured, I don't know. I'd surprise you guys with things I thought you'd want.

Kind of a... Halloween-Christmas combo.

[He just hopes he picked the right things to ask for.]

[arc_reactor]

( hol' up )

The commander gave us gifts? Huh. Thoughtful of him. And you.

( Okay that sounded surprised, but he really isn't, Newt is definitely a Nice Dude. He sets aside his coffee and gets right to it, chuckling over the seasonally-appropriate paper before ripping it open, delighted at what he finds. The dried fruit packs get a short laugh out of him, as he shakes them and paws through the selection. )

Ooh, mango, it's like you know me or something-

( And then he gets to the album, and the laugh locks in his throat. Where did he get this? wants to be the first question out of his mouth, but as he pages through it, almost reverential in the way he pores over each photo, smiling at them, until he seems to remember that Newt's still there. )

...wow, uh. I don't know what to say. ( he glances down at the album, the packs all but forgotten, ) Which is rare, so, savor it. Thank you, Newt. Really.

Text | un: Belova, post-mission

[laviny]

[So once things have settled a bit from the return to the station Tony will receive a text message.]

Sam is asleep for some reason, but his Redwing needs some repairs. Can I meet you in the lab?

text. un: barnes. (backdated to middle of the night, post-mission)

[starer]

[He has no idea if Tony's aware of what's happened or not. Given that the only time he's looked away from Sam has been to look at Eleven instead, Tony could have been standing right by the beds all evening and gone unnoticed. But later that night-]

Sam and Eleven aren't waking up. Viveca says they'll be ok, but she doesn't know when they'll wake up up again.

Thought you'd want to know.

Gift Delivery, 12/24

[laviny]

[At some point during Christmas Eve Yelena is leaving Tony a gift. When he opens the box he will find a science theme novelty mug. Look, Yelena thought it was funny ok.

There's a note inside that says I don't know what rich super scientists like for Christmas, but I know you like coffee. So here is something to drink it out of.

She doesn't sign it but she draws a little ⴵ at the bottom.]

text. un: 10-54.

[construing]

[ she can't believe she's doing this, she cannot believe she's doing this— ]

Hi. My name's Gwen. I have a favor to ask of you assuming the engineering genius trait is common to Tony Starks across universes.

[arc_reactor]

Hi Gwen. How many Tony Starks do you know, exactly?

[construing]

The one in my universe, the one in my friend Jess’s universe, the one in…whatever that universe was with my alternate self deciding to tag along. You don’t exactly keep a low profile across Earths. [ even when iron man isn’t part of the picture.

her second message follows after a little pause: ] I need to fix my web-shooters.

[arc_reactor]

( Hang on, he needs to uneasily digest that, before issuing back promptly: )

You're a spider-kid. Duh, okay, sure. I got a setup by the blacksmith's. White barn, can't miss it.