Rooftop of Stark Industries, Saturday

[imafuturist]

One week of classes down and, we'll, Tony would like to claim lovely fall weather was happening, but that'd be a lie. Instead it was still summer and he was multitasking with party planning and waiting on a guest to arrive.

On the roof, yes. It made perfect sense to him.

[expecting one, but open for fellow building dwellers!]

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[craftyladyparts]

And when that guest arrived, it was in a flashier way than usual for one of Jessica's Fandom visits. But if she was coming to see Tony anyway, she might as well bring her fancy spaceship that he could poke around if he wanted to.

Once the Black Kite landed, the loading lift lowered with Jess on it. She was wearing the equivalent of her old superhero costume, but spacier. The bodysuit had more piping. The jacket had more zippers. That kind of thing.

"Been a while since I've seen any Tony Starks, let alone my favorite one," she said as she stepped off the lift. "How've you been?"

[imafuturist]

"My favorite employee!" Tony teased, putting his tablet to the side with a grin. "Showing me up here, huh?"

[craftyladyparts]

"I live in space. This is basically just showing up in a fairly nice car," Jessica explained. "That I confiscated from a gangland assassin. As you do."

She pulled her mask down and reached into a jacket pocket for a small datapad.

"If it helps, you're welcome to poke around in it. A lot of Sparvis' routines are related to piloting it when I'm doing something else."

[imafuturist]

"Ooo, yes please." Talk science to him, Jessica.

[craftyladyparts]

"I have the current code for Sparvis on here," she said, handing the datapad over. "It's basic by your standards, but it's able to run the systems in my suit based on my input. Weapons systems, life support, data queries, all that. It can also handle ship stuff from autopilot to locking the doors, which not enough people do out there."

"What my girlfriend tells me I need is a droid to take care of advanced systems, but I know somebody who can do one better."

[imafuturist]

"Oh, you bring me the best projects," Tony replied, already digging into the code presented to him. "Come on in, I'll make you some coffee and none of that caf business."

[craftyladyparts]

"Thank god," Jessica said, following him. "I don't understand how that Galaxy can make faster-than-light travel routine but still can't figure out coffee."

"Looks like you've made a few upgrades around here. I don't think I could have parked a spaceship on the old building."

[imafuturist]

"A were-elephant was thrown through the building," Tony said like that was a perfectly normal thing to say. Which, considering their lives... maybe. "So, why not do some updating, you know?"

[craftyladyparts]

"Were-elephant? Here-elephant and then over-there-elephant," Jessica said, pointing for emphasis. "That's the joke I would have made. In case anyone was wondering."

[imafuturist]

"Next time we get were-animals, I'll be sure to call you up for it," Tony promised. Because it was a must.

[craftyladyparts]

"With some of the aliens I've had to fight the past few years, I feel like I'd be well practiced for a fight like that," Jessica considered. "Any other good monsters recently? I've just had an endless run of space gangsters. And one super weapon, but even that was a few years back."

[imafuturist]

"Space gangsters sounds fun, actually." You were a broken man, Anthony. "We had people show up, claiming to be an arch-nemesis for various people here."

That wasn't weird.

"But they were all dressed like they were from the 90s. MODOC was apparently in a crop top, but it looked like a sash on him."

[craftyladyparts]

"MODOC? I'm not sure my world ever had one of those." It did. He was shockingly underutilized, though. "And actually, you'd enjoy the space gangsters. They have a giant casino space station. I've had to infiltrate it a couple times. It seems like a pretty fun place if you have some money and don't have a price on your head."

[imafuturist]

"You might be so lucky," Tony replied. "MODOC is... a giant, floating head. With psychic powers. In charge of AIM... I think."

They went through new leadership whenever the writers needed.

"And that does sound fun. Think I could convince Steve to go on vacation? Can't be any worse than Madripoor, right?"

[craftyladyparts]

"Much larger scale, but it's a pretty apt comparison," Jessica considered. "They do have a forced gladiator tournament they put rabble rousers into. There's probably an 80% chance at least one of you get conscripted into that."

[imafuturist]

"I'm going to need details for this new vacation plan." Oh yes, give Steve something to focus on that wasn't, you know, Civil War stuff.

[craftyladyparts]

"It's a space station called The Wheel, in the Besh Gorgon System," Jessica explained. "There are no planets in the system, so anything heading in that direction is heading to the Wheel. You miiiight be able to get there with Portalocity, but honestly just come to Coruscant and I'll get you hooked up with transport and chain codes to get you in without any problems."

[imafuturist]

"It'll give me time to program some upgrades for you to play with," Tony suggested.

[craftyladyparts]

"That works for me. Just give me a a couple weeks' notice when you're ready and I'll get it all set up," Jessica said.

[imafuturist]

"Excellent." This would end in tears. Tears of science. "What else have you been up to?"