Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

Tony had gone to bed in his own bed rather than the couch or the cot down in the lab for a change. He'd even slept well! Well, better than he had for the past few months. So, when he woke up certain that this reeeaaally wasn't his bed, it came as a bit of a shock.

He slunk on out of the bed, trying to figure out where he was and just how he'd gotten there. And hey, it was a fancy apartment, so maybe he hadn't been kidnapped or something stupid. But, just to be safe, he latched onto the phone he found in the kitchen, dialing Rhodey's number so he could get the hell out of here and back to his dorm.

Rhodey	It clicked oddly before the dialing picked up again and Rhodey finally picked up. "Hello?"
Tony	"Rhodey! Thank god," he said, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be lurking around. You know. In their own apartment. "I need you to pick me up. Once I figure out where I'm at." Yeah, that would be helpful.
Rhodey	"...Tony?"
Tony	"No, it's Phyllis down the hall. Yes, Tony. Who else would be calling?"
Rhodey	"Tones, slow down. You sound--what's going on? Are you in trouble?" That was probably a dumb question, all things considered.
Tony	And there was the overprotective friend he'd managed to latch onto! "I... don't think I am? Maybe I sleep walked into someone's apartment coming back from the library?"
Rhodey	There was a pause on Rhodey's end that stretched out to uncomfortably long. Because goddamn your life, Stark. "If this is a Kang thing, I swear to god. Is JARVIS around?"
Tony	"Who?" Tony asked, finding none of this to make any goddamn sense, Rhodes. "Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes," a prim, British voice chimed in on the line and in the room Tony was in. Because that was... a thing.
Rhodey	"Just. Keep an eye on him until I can get someone over to check on things," Rhodey said with a sigh. His voice softened a little as he continued, "Welcome to the future, Tony. Sit tight, try not to blow anything up and please listen to JARVIS."
Tony	"This... isn't a joke, is it?" Tony asked, not feeling nearly as soothed as he'd like to be here.
Rhodey	"I wish it was, buddy," Rhodey said with a laugh. "I can't stay on the phone much longer, but if you need anything--seriously, Tony--call me. Alright?"
Tony	"Alright," Tony agreed, holding onto the phone tight enough that the plastic was protesting as the line disconnected. After a moment he finally hung it up. "JARVIS?" "Yes, sir?" came that voice again. Which was a little cool if you thought about it. "This is really messed up." "Agreed, sir."