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prodigalsonreturns) wrote2012-04-18 10:20 pm
prodigalsonreturns) wrote2012-04-18 10:20 pm
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Pollen, America and some rather poor choices || closed rp || warning: adult
As far as battles went, the one that the Avengers handled on Memorial day hadn't really been anything of note. There had been evil scientists (as there so often were), and talk of fear pheromones and taking the city by dusting everyone with an easy-to-disperse air-borne chemical agent similar to pollen, but the team had managed to track the men to their operating labs and contain their experiments there before any harm could be done. Experiments that were, it seemed, rather a ways off from inducing mass-panic as it did little more than coat the outside of the armour and Steve's uniform with a fine coat of a rather bemusing shade of blue powder which was easy enough to clean off with a spray down provided by Dummy when he returned.
He had, from a brief discussion with the good Captain before he settled into his workshop properly, discovered it apparently hadn't even needed to be washed off skin, it simply seemed to fade away. Phil had slated both of them for bio work-ups within the next 24 hours, but as there seemed to be no immediate adverse side effects, they all sort of agreed it was on a 'when you've got a moment have JARVIS do a read out' sort of scale as opposed to a 'your skin is evaporating get to SHIELD' issue, which had, unfortunately, been somewhat of a real concern after the time in Malta.
So, assured in another day of saving the world, hip hip hooray, Tony had settled behind the four screen array and sunk into the mess of upgrading the output of his thrusters. It wasn't until fifteen, thirty minutes later that JARVIS announced he had a visitor, and he looked up with mild surprise as Steve pushed his way into the room. It wasn't as if Steve was a stranger to the workshop--instead, the other Avenger often spent time holed up on a stool in the corner reading a book or drawing while Tony worked, but it was rare that he came down this soon after a mission--preferring to do the by-the-book briefing that Fury and Coulson so desperately desired.
Perhaps his terrible influence was finally taking effect. Or maybe Steve had simply done the reports quickly. Or perhaps he'd forced Natasha to do them instead of scaring everyone else by looking at them. Tony could hope.
"Evenin', Cap," :He greeted with a smile flashed toward Steve, that quickly vanished as he latched on to the exact point where he needed to make changes, "What can I do you for?"
He had, from a brief discussion with the good Captain before he settled into his workshop properly, discovered it apparently hadn't even needed to be washed off skin, it simply seemed to fade away. Phil had slated both of them for bio work-ups within the next 24 hours, but as there seemed to be no immediate adverse side effects, they all sort of agreed it was on a 'when you've got a moment have JARVIS do a read out' sort of scale as opposed to a 'your skin is evaporating get to SHIELD' issue, which had, unfortunately, been somewhat of a real concern after the time in Malta.
So, assured in another day of saving the world, hip hip hooray, Tony had settled behind the four screen array and sunk into the mess of upgrading the output of his thrusters. It wasn't until fifteen, thirty minutes later that JARVIS announced he had a visitor, and he looked up with mild surprise as Steve pushed his way into the room. It wasn't as if Steve was a stranger to the workshop--instead, the other Avenger often spent time holed up on a stool in the corner reading a book or drawing while Tony worked, but it was rare that he came down this soon after a mission--preferring to do the by-the-book briefing that Fury and Coulson so desperately desired.
Perhaps his terrible influence was finally taking effect. Or maybe Steve had simply done the reports quickly. Or perhaps he'd forced Natasha to do them instead of scaring everyone else by looking at them. Tony could hope.
"Evenin', Cap," :He greeted with a smile flashed toward Steve, that quickly vanished as he latched on to the exact point where he needed to make changes, "What can I do you for?"