Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

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Tony woke up to an ungodly cacophony that pretty much only he could hear. Data streams, stray satellite feeds, basic tech in the house...

He made a small noise of pain, shoving the heels of his hands against his eyes like that might help, and went through a mantra of 'make it stop, make it stop' inside his head, not hearing the concerned:

"Sir? Sir, you are overloading the local processo--"

Until everything just... suddenly stopped. And he was able to look around what seemed to be a living room without any pain. Because of course he'd passed out on the couch last night rather than his perfectly ergonomic bed. Not that he even knew about said bed at the moment, but still.

"What just happened?" he asked himself quietly. Or maybe he was asking the voice. There'd been a voice, right?

Come Monday, JARVIS was so not going to be a happy camper about being forced into blackout mode by a panicked technopath. Words would be had on the subject, Stark!

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"Hi!" chirped the woman, who had not yet seen anything with her name on it and so had no idea she was Tamsin. "I'm just calling you because you're in my phone! Hi!"

That was... a lot of sunshine for this early in the morning.

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"Hi," Tony returned, slightly less hesitant than he'd been before. He tried pulling at the line of data streaming from this phone call, looking a little awed at the process. "You're apparently in mine as well. Hi."

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"Cool," the woman said. "So you're... Tony? What's up, Tony?"

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"I have no idea," Tony replied, still mentally poking at the phoneline. "You're Tamsin then?"

And he was Tony. That was good to know because he didn't fucking carry a license or ID because he was Tony Stark.

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"If that's what the phone says, I guess so!"

You didn't need to end everything in an exclamation mark, Tamsin.

"I just woke up here. Weird, right?"

But it felt like that was the way it was supposed to be.

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Excuse you, she needed all of the exclamation marks.

"I did too. Wherever here is." Now he had to wonder how the heck they knew each other.

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"I think mine is a house," Tamsin whispered.

Well, stage-whispered. It wasn't very subtle. "I have a house!"

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Okay, now he could see it. She was pretty adorable.

"So, you're Tamsin with a house," Tony said, smiling despite the weird situation. "And I'm Tony with... I think this is an apartment. Doesn't feel like a house. Honestly, I'm not sure what a house feels like. I can tell you how many satellites and cell towers this phone call is bouncing off of though. That's normal, right?"

Ramble away, Tones. Just ramble away.

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"I don't know," Tamsin said, because she honestly didn't. "How many are there? Can you tell me?"

So much excitement. "Or is it a secret?"

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"...I have no idea." Oh god, what if it was a secret? "But five. Total. I think we might be in space."

HE WAS BOTH WEIRDED OUT AND REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THAT ONE.

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"Really?" Beat. "Hold on!"

There were footsteps. And a door opening.

"Oh my god. It's all full of stars!"

He was lucky he was getting this version of amnesiac Tamsin, and not the almost feral one.

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Yeah, that would have probably ended in hiding behind a couch and then being freaked out by the armor suddenly showing up to encase him. So.

"It is? I was right?" Tony made for a window. "I was right. Oh my god, look at it."

Aww, they both still had wonder in them. It was precious and soon to be crushed.

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It helped that Tamsin was like a baby duckling right now and aggressively internalising Tony's wonder, too. "It's beautiful," she gasped. "Oh god. Where are you? We should see if we're both seeing the same stars!"

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"Odds are that we are," Tony said, trying to find any that he recognized. Which was just silly of him this weekend, but whatevs. "Where... is there a street sign by you?"

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"Um, I think so?"

More footsteps.

"It says... Godiva Street?" Beat. "Godiva St, really."

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He pressed his face against the window to crane for a street name near him. "Near Black Swan and.... Minotaur?"

What was so wrong with dead Presidents and tree names, guys?

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"That doesn't tell us much," Tamsin sighed. Then she brightened. "Hey, how about you walk outside and I'm just going to walk around? Maybe I'll see you!"

BRILLIANT.

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That didn't seem like a bad idea! Because they were idiots.

Tony considered it for a moment, nodding to himself as he hunted for the door out of the apartment. No, that was a pantry. "If I can get out of here," he muttered before finally finding a more secure looking door that lead to some stairs. "Try walking north. That's... something people do."

HE DIDN'T KNOW.

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"Okay," Tamsin said brightly. "North it is!"

Beat.

"Which way is north?"

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"...stay where you are instead." Because fucked if he knew. Something something stars?

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"Okay." Tamsin tilted her head up. "I guess I could just go back to looking at the stars... They're so pretty."

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Tony took a moment to boggle at the shop he had to get through to get to the outside before powering on through to find this Tamsin woman... friend of his. Friend, right?

"Are you--is there anything else around maybe?"

Maybe he should have put on shoes before he left, but his life wasn't that easy.

"Wow, there are a lot of stairs here."

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"I see a lot of grass?" Tamsin said, tilting her head. "Oooh, and water behind. Do you think that's the ocean? Do we have a beach?"

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"There's a beach?" Tony went up on his toes like that would help. "I thought we were in space?"

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"I don't know, but I can see water," Tamsin reported again. "And... a boat. Oh my god, Tony, there's a sailboat, we have to go to the sailboat!"