Apartment Above Stark Industries, Late Monday Morning

[imafuturist]

It was the beginning of a nice, quiet, thoroughly normal week for Tony. Which pretty much was a recipe for disaster when you were him. But a man could dream. He opened his eyes to JARVIS' usual morning alarm, already compiling a mental list of projects to work on today.

"High priority message on Avengers emergency channel," JARVIS informed him before he could do anything like contemplate going back to sleep for ten more minutes.

"The team?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"In Wakanda, sir."

Oh right. He knew that. He'd been informed of that over the weekend and for some strange reason it had completely slipped his mind. Damn chemicals in the air.

"Alright, prep the suit and give me the details."

"The FBI headquarters in Houston, TX was attacked approximately one hour ago by a single perpetrator. Suspected metahuman of unknown variety. Believed to be extremely dangerous."

"Double time the prep and send a message to Cap and the others to let them know I have it handled," Tony said, not bothering to change out of his pajamas as he made his way down to the lab.

"Of course, sir."

It was going to be a day.

[establishy!]