Tony Stark

So, this was different. Usually things happened on the weekends, not on Mondays.

Which was why Tony was aggressively sighing as he drank his coffee and looked over his emails and messages.

At least he was prepared with clothing for these days after being here so long. Steve, on the other hand...

"J, let's do a rush order on women's clothing for Steve."

[for that gal!]

Tony had promised date night. And Tony did not like breaking promises, so he was going to make a meal under JARVIS' supervision to keep from getting distracted by fixing the oven to make it more powerful again.

And hopefully spaghetti and meatballs was simple enough that he couldn't completely screw it up.

Okay, so some of the meatballs were a little oddly shaped and some of them had stuck to the pan when he'd browned them off, but it was still edible! And that was the important thing. That and having a truly massive amount of noodles to work against a super soldier metabolism.

"Didn't set off the smoke detector at all this time," he said proudly.

"A red letter day, sir."

JARVIS was a cruel, cruel AI.

[For that guy!]

It was just impossible for Tony and Steve to throw a normal party it seemed. It was possible that they were cursed by something. Maybe a spirit who was murdered in a terrible passion or something.

But either way, the apartment wasn't really decorated so much as every bit of tech in it (which was a lot) somehow transformed into clockwork geared or steam powered overnight. And that was completely normal to the inhabitants of the place, so hopefully it was going to be completely normal for any guests who arrived!

On the plus side, it was just normal food. Nothing steampunk about that.

[Open of course!]

The storm outside had knocked out the power, but Tony had worked hard on having reduncancies in place for his lab and the apartment.

Sadly that didn't seem to matter when Fandom was being Fandom, so he was bundled up in a winter coat as he worked on converting a lamp into a space heater. It was at 1.0, so there was still room for improvement there. Possibly five different iterations before he would be satisfied with what he'd made.

"It's supposed to be spring," he muttered under his breath angrily.

[For the half frozen guy!]

Tony had not expected any visitors this weekend. At least no one who gave him any damn warning before hand. Which meant he might end up finding his own version of Barton sleeping on the couch after raiding the fridge for food.

And that wouldn't be too bad, actually.

Instead, he woke up to Jan blowing up his phone with text messages and a headache.

On the plus side, at least Steve's guest was pretty great. He really should make a point to get to know the Sam Wilson back home. But, for now, he was making some coffee so he could function on a human level.

[For the guests and housemate!]

Tony woke up in a strange apartment and a strange island. Which made him think either Doctor Pym or the Time Fog had something to do with it.

Maybe HYDRA.

Or magic.

Ugh, look, there were a lot of possibilities and he wasn't going to stress himself over it. Instead, he took out the real Tony's his phone to take a totally great selfie to send to everyone so they knew he was okay. And then a duckfaced one because Jan would appreciate that.

"JARVIS, do we have robots to make breakfast?"

Wait until he realized there was no cheese fridge.

[Open for confused texts and the housemate!]

Well, the good thing about being able to technopathically feel your psychotic, monster counterpart was knowing where they were in relation to you. Also when they suddenly stopped existing.

Tony sighed after the buzz in the back of his head had disappeared, hunkering down to find what else he could in case this... whatever it was... didn't go away just yet. He wasn't brooding over anything. No, of course not.

That would be silly.

[Expecting one!]

Tony had, well... Tony had JARVIS pick out beer for Steve to try that weren't the absolute worst. Not even sorry, Steve's weird black ops SHIELD team. Not even sorry.

It was probably for the best that Steve couldn't get drunk because there was a lot.

"We have options for your first modern scary movie." Of course they did. Tony probably had a spreadsheet of this shit. Because he would do that. He certainly would.

[for that housemate! up early for le slow play]

Tomorrow morning, Tony was going to hate the island for everything it had done to him this weekend. Tonight, however, he was sixteen and dumb. There was an entire shop of supplies downstairs to rig up some pretty bitchin' light systems and sift through the music there was for anything that he recognized or thought was interesting.

There was, of course, also all the alcohol he managed to find in the place. Aw yeah, a non-boring party with people his own age. Because no one really wanted to party with the weird rich kid who was working on another doctorate. And the people who did want to usually got bitchsmacked by Rhodey for taking advantage. So.

This was his chance, damn it. He was taking it.

[Paaaarty! Open of course!]

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!

[open yesss]