Chinese Takeout

August 12, 2014:

After visiting the Market, Tony and his employees (and one god-wolf) eat chinese takeout.

Stark Tower

Refuge, fortress and armory of Iron Man.

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NPCs: JARVIS

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Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

After tonight, Tony is never looking at the Dark Crystal the same way again. Once they exited that strange half world ren fare, he got a lot better and even directed them to a little Chinese place that serves food at this late an hour. Blessed that they actually have those little mango sodas in the glass bottle too! He couldn't be happier.

Once back at the Tower, food in hand, Tony is already eating a wonton and had about four of the mango sodas. Which he's, thusfar, been hesitant to share. Except for Pepper, he offered her one. Everyone else gets to fend for themselves. It's like really wanting something and then finally getting it. It was the story for an entire episode of How I Met Your Mother, actually.

The bag of food is dropped down on the glass table in front of the comfy couch where Tony drops with a grin so as to fish through until he comes up with his lo mein. "JARVIS, load Labrynth? Some reason, I really want to watch Labrynth." And it comes on one of the monitors that is actually a two way view screen projected from the same sensors that gives him access to his tech work everywhere in the penthouse.

*

Pepper Potts sighs faintly as she follows Tony, her own Chinese food and mango soda in hand. And an apologetic smile for Sam. Thankfully Lucky was able to locate them and offer to drive them to the Chinese food place and then back to the Tower. She insisted he get something to eat as well. Bodyguard he may be, but that doesn't mean she's going to make him stand there and watch the rest of them eat.

*

Mango, shmango. Sam got a Tsingtao and some fried rice and was perfectly content. "See, but this is what I'm always talking about. When I was a kid, you had gangs and the NYPD to worry about. Now it's all trolls and monsters and resurrected Nazis." He puts his hands over his head, as if to surrender with a beer and a paper carton rather than a white flag. "I don't know how people cope with it without being able to just fly away for a few hours when it gets to be too much." He plops down on a chair some distance from Stark, stares mindlessly at the screen for a second, then shakes his head and tucks into his rice with a pair of chopsticks.

*

Lucky hadn't really much wanted much in the way of food after his meeting with Betsy, in the graveyard, to be honest he didn't really want much more then to spend the day at home drinking and thinking about things. There was a time when he would have most defiantly just skipped his responsibilities altogether for a situation like that, but something felt different lately. Jason had been just trying to keep it all on the inside locked behind a somewhat stern, if friendly expression, and even joined in on conversation along the way. Life always seemed to have a way of toying around with his mind and emotions.

"That's just part of growing older," Lucky says with a bit of a friendly voice taking his share of the food over to the bar to make sure everyone can get their hands on a nice drink to call their own.

*

Fenris comes in behind Lucky. Eating is mostly a social activity for him. Don't ask about a god's metabolism, the answers will disturb you greatly if you believe in entropy at all. Clearly Fenris doesn't. Still, Chinese food is good and the fact of the matter is the company was quite pleasant. The Lord and Lady Stark are an interesting pair, their armsman… frankly kind of nuts and the Falcon… is. That is all.

"That was an interesting outing to say the least. Do you always end your brushes with the supernatural with food?"

*

"We end just about everything with food." Tony says to Fenris' assessment of their intimate involvement with gustation. Whilst shoveling lo mein into his face like some heathen with a pair of chopsticks. He isn't even using them right. Then he washes it down with mango soda because he needed this. After that? He really needed this.

With a sigh, he flops back into the couch and looks around. He doesn't look to have shaved for a few days and his hair is a proper mess, but he looks pleased. Probably because he's back into familiar surroundings and the fact that everything here is something he understands. People, not as much, but the tech? It's a safety zone.

"Oh, Pepper." Pointing at Falcon with his misused chopsticks, "I hired him to work the medical wing of Stark Tower." Which he hasn't built yet, but has probably mentioned… "I mentioned I was building a medical wing, right? Fifth floor…" More shoveling of food.

*

Pepper Potts follows Lucky to the bar to get herself a proper plate for her food and to start some water boiling for tea and/or coffee. For after the mango soda. She simply nods to Fenris after Tony's reply, raising her eyebrows with an 'oh?' expression at Sam, though she replies verbally to Tony himself. "Yes, you did say fifth floor. Though that floor is already offices, so I went ahead and started the process to get permits to build the medical wing into the fifteenth floor."

*

"Yeah, he sort of hired me," Sam echoes, gulping down his food and giving Pepper an apologetic wince. "I'll be here tomorrow, and you can put me on whatever floor you want. Or just a normal office — there aren't a lot of places stateside that can possibly be worse to work in than the sandbox." Something occurs to him, and he adds, "Do you need me to send you my résumé or anything? I can totally do that once I get home."

*

Lucky moves over to make sure that there are two sets of water going, one for the coffee, and one for the tea, so in the event that everyone decides they want a drink no one has to go back and make more. With a low clack of plastic on flooring the small bottle of yellow pills from Lucky's pocket fall to the ground causing the man to kneel back down to grab them.

*

The god-wolf looks, if anything, rather amused that all these people are now working for Tony Stark. And, by extension, Pepper. They are going to have very interesting lives if the last few hours have been any indication. Fortunately he's not hurt this time so when Fenris lounges on one of the couches, he doesn't take up the entire thing. Though, as Pepper could attest, he's not that frightening. Usually. The plastic bottle does draw a look, the keen eyed god frowning slightly.

"Are we not feeling well, Lucky?" He's been getting stares the whole night. There's… something very powerful within him. After a long moment Fen looks over to Pepper and politely motions her over.

*

Tony can grasp that there's something a little creepy about Fenris, but he's always a half foot in the wacky hole as is, so he just sort of spends his time munching food rather noisily rather than acknowledging his inner child screaming to get away from the big man. One has to imagine that Stark has given a lot of thought to the fact he's collecting employees around him at an accelerated rate. He puts off that whole aloof air, but is he? Is he really aloof?

"Oh, shh shh sh sh shh.." Pointing his chopsticks at the screen, "Jennifer Connelly does not age.. Does anyone else notice that? She's.. she's like a robot or something." Shaking his head, waiting through her speech, "I love that caterpillar."

*

Pepper Potts turns to look at Lucky when Fenris says something to him. "Are you all right, Jason? If you're not feeling well you don't have to stay." She's pretty sure she can get home safely enough on her own. She steps over to check on the man, clearly concerned.

*

Sam raises an eyebrow over at Lucky — he recognizes the man from having to talk him down from an episode last week, and if he's going to be playing doctor for Stark's employees, he figures it's not a bad time to figure out what meds the guy is on. Taking a swig of beer before setting both bottle and carton aside, he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

"You need me to get you a weekly organizer for those?" he asks the man, stooping to retrieve the bottle himself if he gets a chance. "I've noticed you have trouble hanging on to the whole bottle. It's a lot more convenient to just have them all in one place."

*

"I'm fine" Jason says rather confidentially, trying to reassure Pepper while stowing back away the bottle of pills into the pocket of his suit. "I had a consultation earlier about a few things and I'm trying to work myself off of them," The man speaking with a bit of a reassuring smile that as expected doesn't look quite right with how his scars are cut into place, his face not really made for smiling.

*

Fine he may or may not physically be. Fenris doesn't have a sense for that. Magic though… "Tell me, Jason, I'm curious… why is it that your aura looks so very, very…" He pauses, trying to use the right word. The man has the equivalent of a supernatural porkchop tied around his neck and now Fenris is wondering how long before the demons come for him. Oh, and there have been demons.

"Tasty?"

*

Tony flops back into the couch with his lo mein balanced against the base of the arc reactor standing out in blue against his shirt. His attention is focused up on the movie, grinning as he chews his food. It's not that he's oblivious to Jason's condition, he's seen him fiddling with those pills as much as anyone has, but that might very well be why he hired him in the first place. There's people here who can do that, get him help. Just that right now, Tony is dealing with a profound interest in seeing whether Sarah can make it through the Labrynth to save little Toby.

Then he's grimacing a little and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his bent knees. Bracing against the twinges of pain that shoots up his left arm from the flickering blue glow in his chest. It's just a second, barely even actually, and to cover it he pops up to his feet with a grin and a hand covering the circular place in his shirt, "Might as well show them the pills, Lucky. You don't know pestering until you get yourself caught in Pepper's radar…"

*

Pepper Potts glances toward Tony as he so very abruptly joins the conversation around Jason when he was engrossed in the movie just a moment before. Her eyes flick toward the hand covering his arc reactor and then back to his face. Perhaps a bit suspiciously. At this rate, her own dinner will go cold before take takes her first bite. But then, that's actually far more common than not. Part of why she's such a fan of salads.

*

"Okay, dude. Wolfson, right? You have to stop that." Sam looks wearily over at the reclining mystical being. "Stop referring to people and things as 'delicious,' or whatever. All it does is creep everybody out." He waves a finger in a gesture that encompasses everyone in the room, and perhaps everyone on the island. "Friends. Not food."

It's kind of lucky (ha) that Sam was looking in that direction already, because otherwise he might have missed Tony's pained grimace. It's just a flicker across the features, but Sam's training includes picking up on signs of pain from people too tough or stubborn to notice or admit to them. He's not going to make a big deal of it in the middle of a Chinese food break, but you can bet that once he's got an office and a title, he'll be doing what he can to ferret out these mysterious ailments, Lucky's and Tony's both.

*

Lucky reaches back into his pocket pulling out the unlabeled bottle of rather large pills from his pocket. "It's not been approved by the FDA yet, but it's what I've been using to deal with my problems," The old soldier not having the easiest time of bringing this up, and normally he wouldn't be, but there's just something about that girl that's really wormed its way inside his head, and almost made him a slightly better person.

*

'Wolfson' very briefly flickers and the illusion of normality is replaced by the sight of a fanged wolf-man. Sam gets a feral grin before the flicker-image vanishes leaving simply a tall, lean man. "I don't eat junk food."

Then his gaze fixes on Lucky again. "But I do not say that in jest either. Your aura, Lucky, is quite powerful. Almost as if there is… something within you. I should be quite surprised if it has not drawn the wrong kind of attention already. And if not, it most certainly will. Soon."

The predatory, slightly frightening man pauses, eyeing the pills to see if maybe they resonate as he does.

*

Tony meets Pepper's gaze with a smile, fingers drumming on the blue glow in the center of his chest. "I should shave." He finally says, pointing to the various peoples with both fingers. "I'll be back, just need to get some of this chin stubble under control because whoa…" That's what working all the time in the workshop will get him, anyways. He takes a few steps back and turns towards his bedroom, picking now, of all times, to get somewhere where he can have a little Tony time.

*

Pepper Potts watches Tony flee from her attention — he's been doing that more lately as well — but she can't pin it on anything yet so she doesn't comment. Part of why she's still working for Tony. She's learned when to pick her battles.

Pepper accepts the bottle of pills from Jason, and her eyebrows draw together in a faint frown when she sees the bottle is unlabeled. "May I take one to analyze, Jason?" She glances at Sam, thinking she and the former military medic might be talking about more than his hiring paper work tomorrow.

*

Sam narrows his eyes at Fenris. "If that's your attempt to be less creepy, I'm gonna go ahead and suggest that you workshop it some more."

Pepper's glance is more than the excuse he needs to move on from that unnerving conversation, so he turns back to Lucky and nods. "She's right. It's probably a good idea that we have that information on hand, in case you lose your supply or have another attack and we don't know where to get them. FDA approval or not, I can probably finagle a bit of leeway for emergency lifesaving care."

He watches Stark go, checking for a few telltale signs in the man's gait and posture that might indicate what he's feeling like.

*

Lucky grabs his small glass of water, saying after a few sips "Like I said I'm trying to cut back on them, take what you need" His voice rather calm, and with some water in his throat decidedly less gravely then he tends to be. Though he's still got the whole completely scarred to the point of him not being recognizable without them, so there's still that for intimidation factor. As odd as it is, when Fenris changes Lucky doesn't seem to react much at all almost like he's conditioned himself to live with terrifying sights.

*

"I don't particularly suggest taking those." Fenris says quietly, now looking past Sam, watching something only he can see. "I don't think it's working out that well for you. And it isn't just the chemicals. There's something not natural about them. Magical even, though I only recognize part of the effect." And he doesn't like what he's seeing. It reminds him a lot of a heroe's elixir. The Greeks used to call it Ambrosia - food of the gods - and it was meant to make something more of what it was. The Greeks very quickly learned to be very careful with such things.

*

There's nothing specific about his gait that hints to his condition or feelings, aside from the fact that he's abandoned Jennifer Connelly, lo mein, and a comfortable couch in favor of shaving at two thirty in the morning. If that's normal, then he's perfectly fine.

Once he's in the seclusion of his room, Tony leans against the closed door and looks up at the ceiling with both hands rubbing at his forehead. With a jerk towards the bathroom, he slinks in and starts the faucet so a couple quick splashes of water can be amply applied to his haggard face. Leaning in to watch the water drip down from the end of his goatee, stare into his own blue eyes with a sigh that ends with his brow touching his reflection's.

*

Pepper Potts looks at Fenris, then at the pills again. "Wait, really? That's… very not good." She looks to Sam again, knowing that no matter how good his field medic capabilities are, there are still limits to what he can do. But, if he's willing to try to help Jason, she's more than willing to give Sam the resources to do so. "What can we do in the meantime?"

*

Sam glances at the pill and gives Fenris a quizzical glance. "I didn't realize magic came in pill form. It's not gonna blow up a spectrometer, is it?" He wears a pained expression. Basically the definition of 'magic' is 'behaves in completely unpredictable ways,' and man does that ever get old sometimes. "If we can figure out what's in it, maybe we can replicate the chemical component without the, er" — another glance at Fenris — "secret ingredient."

*

Lucky is completely speechless, which is pretty easy for the man to be. He thinks for a few moments, opening up his jacket to reveal the gun he keeps for taking care of rough situations. He looks down at it trying to think about what he should do, knowing he hasn't had any of the pills in the last twenty four hours.

*

"I'd have to be able to tell you what it is first. It's a bit of a hybrid, that. No question. If perhaps I could examine one up close I may be able to give you at least a partial answer… though not tonight. I'd need to get myself a goat." It's… kind of impossible to tell whether Fenris is joking or not. He's not smiling but… does he ever? At least, when he's kid's not around?

"That reminds me. Pepper, Mister Stark, and… various employees…" Lucky reveals a gun. "Okay, maybe not you. But I'd be honored if you'd come over to my place for a housewarming dinner and what in the Nine Worlds and Various Hell Realms do you think you're doing?!"

*

Reenter the Lord of the manor!

Tony doesn't kick the door open or anything, but he sure does know how to make an entrance. Not terribly unlike the Koolaid man, one might argue. If the Koolaid man were to quietly reenter and attempt to sneak past the current occupants of the penthouse towards the stairs leading down to his workshop.

The Koolaid ninja!

He's not very sneaky, so don't feel obligated to miss this attempt at ninja moves. Tony is a brilliant inventor, not Batman.

*

Pepper Potts startles at Lucky's actions, though not so much at the fact that has a weapon on him. To her credit, though, she doesn't immediately try to back away from the man. Hopefully he's simply considering handing it over to Sam? Hopefully? Strangely enough, Tony's sneak roll versus Pepper's powers of observation actually succeeds! For a rare change.

*

Sam hits a hidden switch in one of his gauntlets — he was flying earlier, so he's still in the full Falcon kit — readying the 'talon' grapple housed within. He holds it ready at his side rather rather than drawing a bead on the bodyguard, though. There's no need for aggressive moves just yet; the time it would take Lucky to unholster and get the safety off would be plenty of time to disarm him.

"Stark, your guy's acting weird," he says. Situational awareness is one of those skills that you really can't fly the Exo-7 without. "You may want to get back on the other side of that door for a minute."

*

"I'm not going to go shooting anyone else, just thought of something" Jason's voice sounding perfectly calm as he looks to the pistol in its holster. "If I haven't taken one of those pills in about a day, then if I shoot myself, and come back it's not the pills that are doing it," He muses trying to gather his thoughts in his mind while ignoring the world around him.

*

Fenris stands and suddenly he's not a man anymore, but a very, very, very large predator that happens to look like a wolf. "Lucky…" He rumbles, surprisingly softly. "Whatever you are thinking, do not."

One ear flicks ninjaward. Yes Tony. The wolf knows. He knows all kinds of things. Mostly the fact that you have the stealth skills of an ogre in a ghillie suit made of dinnerwear.

"Your aura and the arua of those pills are similar, Lucky, but make no mistake, the most magical thing in this room right now is you, not the pills."

He pauses. "Was you. At present, it's me."

*

Whoa, someone ''might'' be threatening Pepper?

Tony snaps around out of whatever revelry of silence that he may have initiated for himself and snaps his hand out. One of the Iron Man gauntlets whistles up the stairs from the workshop like a rocket and closes in around his wrist with a decidedly violent 'whrrrrrrr' when his palm is flattened out. In the center is a glowing whit energy field of promise.

Nobody threatens Pepper.

Then he sees what's going on and he walks over towards the quartet. "Hey Lucky, buddy…" Lowering his gauntlet, armored fingers curling into a fist in an attempt to hide the fact that he's wearing it at all. Instead, he's smiling? See, smiles, no repulsor blasts here, nope.

"Remember when I said you needed to tone down the crazy?" Hey look a huge wolf in his penthouse, he probably has this under control, but this is HIS home. He'll do the protecting of Ms Potts, thanks. "Let's do a biiiit more toning down, huh? Cus this is a no blowing our heads off zone.. kay?"

*

"Please. Cleaning smoothie blender accidents is enough of a chore." Is Pepper … trying to joke? It's probably failing miserably. Of course, it likely doesn't help that she's white as a sheet under her freckles and for once Fenris is not the one causing that reaction. Granted, he's not helping, but still. Her eyes cut over to Tony briefly but then she goes back to watching Jason and expecting the worst at any second.

*

Sam keeps his back to Fenris, although his hackles most definitely go up. Something in his hindbrain is absolutely terrified of what is behind him. Fortunately, childhood provides a perfect solution: not looking not looking not looking! Anyone have a blanket he can throw over his head while he's at it?

"Else. Anyone hear that 'else' there?" he says in the steadiest voice he can manage. "Anybody want to fill me in on exactly who has this guy been shooting?" Because no, 'resurrection man' is not the first place his imagination is going to fill in that gap.

*

Lucky thinks for a moment about just quickly blowing his head off to get it over with just on the off chance he'd be able to stay dead, despite everyone's panicked urging. Oddly what stops him isn't talk of turning down crazy arcane mumbo jumbo, or even panicking, but talk of the kind of work it would take to clean it up of all things. He just drops the side of his suit back into place to cover over his pistol, turning to pepper to rather calmly say "Sorry Ma'am, I didn't think about that" with the kind of deadpan seriousness that just makes the whole thing almost morbidly funny in a way. "I'll try and find a less messy way of testing it out," He offers with that still completely flat face, something seemingly not registering about the giant wolf just standing a few feet away.

*

Fenris does notice the lack of reaction, but now's not the time to press. There's an odd feeling of something being hidden, like a light being shaded from view and then the god-wolf is once again Jeremiah Wolfson. "You can look now, Sam." He says in an amused tone of voice. The aura of dread is much, much weaker now. Still there, but weaker.

*

Seriously, Tony isn't immune to the aura of dread. It isn't like that at all. Standing that close to the Fenris Wolf was not a feat he took lightly, but when it comes to Pepper Potts there are few forces, mythical or otherwise, that can sway Stark.

He doesn't tell her that enough. No, he doesn't tell her that at all. It's a shame, he really should start. Maybe she knows? Tony shakes his head at the gathered and lifts his begauntled hand, wiggling the fingers with metallic clinks as the fingers tap against his palm.

Then he's headed back towards the stairs down to his workshop, disconnecting the Iron Gauntlet. "I'm going to go create a pair of self changing underwear." He says, bemused because the alternative is admitting that he shit himself.

He didn't, not really. It's metaphorical shit. The shit represents his inner child screaming for a hug. Seriously.

He has a change of clothes down there.

*

"What?" If anything, Pepper seems even more aghast at that. "No. No killing yourself at all. For any reason. And however. Just…" She looks at Tony as he starts to retreat again, and says brusquely to Jason before chasing after her boss, "Do not do anything that will make your heart stop beating, or you'll have me to deal with." And then she's hurrying toward the workshop. "Tony?"

*

"Or we could not let the crazy guy run around in the penthouse with a gun," Sam suggests in the insistent voice used to point out things which, really, should not need to be pointed out. "Did that possibility occur to anyone, or is it just me?" The instinctive fear may have stopped gnawing at the base of his skull, but that's just tipping him toward the 'fight' end of fight or flight. He hasn't deactivated the talon, and is honestly considering hogtying Lucky from across the room with it so that he can relieve him of his weapon at his leisure.

*

"You know" Jason says finally showing some real emotion, only for it to be a crack of perturbed "It really gets me bent when people call me that," He takes care to reach for his glass of water with the hand he would have to use to use his gun right "Crazy doesn't begin to describe what I've seen and done serving my country"

*

Fenris rolls his eyes. "Alright. I need to get back to the wife and the little monster." You know… for most people that's a metaphor.

Extending his left arm Fenris rather casually violates the laws of space and time and opens a portal. "Thank the Lord and Lady for their hospitality, will you Sam? Lucky… just… don't."

And with that, he's gone.

*

Tony jogs down into the workshop, not having forgot about the goings on upstairs, but certainly putting them out of his immediate thoughts. Lucky had issues, that wasn't at all a surprise, but maybe they were deeper than just a bit of over exuberant crazy bettles. Didn't they just give someone a ton of money to help veterans and the like? He'll bring that up to Pepper later.

The gauntlet is put back on the pedestal from which it took flight. It's attached to the watch he's wearing, as are many things really, so it doesn't have a suit. Just a hand… hah. Tony gave himself a hand.

Pepper calling out draws him out of the joke and he turns to look up the stairs towards with a grin, "Hey, sorry.. Just had some things.." Pointing around the shop, this and that.. there's all kinds of half finished projects down here. Well, not half finished. Nothing was ever half done when it came to Stark and tech. He'll create something then wont have the rest of it done for a year or more because he's planning for something that he hasn't even built yet.

Maybe the hand is for a suit that isn't finished?

"You okay?" Is ''she'' okay. Not him, he's fine see? Smiling and everything.

*

Pepper Potts approaches Tony a bit worriedly. "I'm fine. Are you okay, Tony? You left rather abruptly, and your dinner is still waiting." She looks around at the gesturing, but just as quickly focuses back on her boss again. She's not that lightly distracted. He should know that by now.

*

"Normally I choose my words a little more carefully, but something about waving loaded guns around just doesn't lend itself real well to diplomacy," Sam snaps. In a few quick strides, he's standing just past arm's reach from Lucky, holding one hand out expectantly. "Stark may be having an ADD moment, but I'm gonna need you to hand me that gun, in the holster, and then explain who you've been shooting and why you think it's cute to joke about blowing your brains out in a crowded room."

*

Jason looks over towards Sam, crossing his arms one over the other, before speaking "First" He holds out a single finger on his left hand "Gun never left the holster" He holds out a second finger, "Second, this gun doesn't leave my side," He holds up a uncrosses his arms. "Thirdly" he speaks while looking right into Sam's eyes "I made it through Korea, and Nam, because dieing is what I do best" He's obviously trying to keep himself calm and focused on the task at hand, not really caring about sudden movements. The stance he's falling into a well practiced karate stance.

*

Tony opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. The smile is still there, but it's flickery and he's not really sure how to answer the question, which isn't like him at all. Even if it was nonsense, he would just spit something out and do a little twirl and redirect everything to some brilliant new piece of tech he'd been working on.

But this was important. So he nods, "I'll be okay, Pep… It's nothing. Nothing I can't fix anyways. Just need to do some tinkering. I should have been working on it already…" That's not even a lie. He ''should'' be working on it. It should be the very center of everything he works on and, in a way, it is. "Tomorrow we should go to lunch or something and I'll explain everything, alright?"

JARVIS decides, with good reason, to interrupt, "Sir, there is an incident upstairs. I do believe that Mister Wilson and Mister Lucky are going to fight."

*

Pepper Potts looks at Tony for a long moment as if trying to figure something out, then nods just as JARVIS is warning them about a possible altercation between Sam and Jason. "Okay, Tony. Lunch tomorrow. I'm going to go check on them now. You should come back and finish your lo mein." She feels like a complete heel for having abandoned the people that were essentially HER houseguests, so she's going to hurry back and make sure everything's okay.

*

"That's your defense: that your gun never left its holster." Sam leans forward to look Jason in the eye on a level… and loses it completely. "What do you want — a fucking cookie for that earth-shattering accomplishment?! Here's a thought: a guy who carries a loaded weapon should be balanced enough not to consider firing it in a room full of people for no reason whatsoever! And I don't care if you think you fought in the goddamn War of 1812 — I am ''NOT'' going to stand here with my thumb up my ass and let a guy who has no business within twenty feet of a gun, much less carrying concealed, run amok in my boss's kitchen!" He shakes his open hand once more, and when he speaks again, he's done shouting. "One more chance to just hand the damn thing over and explain yourself. Then you go off the side of the building."

*

"Excuse me, Jarvis, can you do me a favor, and tell Ms.Potts, I might going to be going out for some fresh air?" Jason's voice sounding almost amused as he speaks, falling into just a calm position of having his hands behind his back, as he makes calm moves towards the window "I promise I'll try and aim for the grass this time" His voice is actually showing a decent amount of emotion at the moment, enjoying a chance to practice his martial arts after years of not having the excuse. "Actually if you foreword a little request I'd love it if you could show the video of the last few times I died on site here."

*

Pepper Potts arrives just in time to hear Jason asking JARVIS to forward a message to her. "Jason? I'm sorry, can we talk before you head home for the night?" She knows that he and Sam were exchanging tense words, but not actually what they were about. So, she might just be making things worse.

*

"Not through the window, dumbass. Some of us care about collateral damage." Sam lifts one arm and fires one of the talon's rescue snares at Lucky's center of mass. A clawlike X of four cables terminating in magnetic weights is launched at the target. On impact, the weights' momentum wraps the cables around the target, and they attach to each other on the opposite side. It's designed for airborne rescues, but a secondary benefit is that it can immobilize a target's limbs.

"Excuse us, Pepper. We're having an personnel dispute," he says when he hears her approaching.

*

Lucky tries to dive out of the way the moment that he sees the claw coming his way, but it's too late for him to get completely out of reach of the device. His head is caught firmly by the claw itself in a very uncomfortable way, forcing his head to turn one way with his body the other. Unable to counteract the new balance, he falls flat on his face onto the flooring of the room. "Yeah, we can talk before I head home" is the first thing he can really think to say from a position of being flat on the floor spread out. "Could you please play that video from earlier" finding it hard to speak with a device made for chest grabbing wrapped firmly around his head.

Lucky says, "Just pick any of the ones from the last few days accidents."

*

Pepper Potts is just starting to walk toward the pair when Sam fires that grabby claw thing and Jason tries to dodge and ends up looking like an extra from the parody version of Aliens. "If what you're wanting me to see is what I think it is… no. I refuse." She steps gingerly around Sam to crouch down (keeping her knees together and somehow not losing her balance on her heels) next to Jason. "I think we need to have that serious talk before anything else. Now, can I trust you to not try to kill yourself between here and the couch?"

*

"It's entirely harmless if you don't try to dive out of the way like that," Sam says with a sigh. He was planning to grab the guy, reel him in, and disarm him quickly so that they could talk without him worrying about guns being drawn. Dragging someone across the floor by the head, though, is definitely not his style. "Ms. Potts, all jokes aside, this guy should not be allowed to carry a gun in the building. Not to butt in on your serious conversation or anything."

*

"Shays who?" Jason having a very hard time speaking with this thing wrapped around his head, clumping his cheek to the metal "I fallow gun shafty". "Beshidsh I haven't hurt anyone but myshelf, and a potted plant in the lasht three daysh" He turns his head what little ammount his can to look over towards pepper to add "and that washn't my fault becaush I fell out o the building"

*

Pepper Potts looks up at Sam and gestures to the claw-thing vaguely. "If you could…?" Then she turns her attention back to Jason. "Jason, if you would kindly hand me your sidearm for while we talk? It would make me feel better." She's kind of noticed that he seems to take her reactions into consideration, and now she's banking on it.

*

His lip twists, but Sam complies. At the touch of a hidden trigger, the talon's magnetic clamps disengage. He doesn't reel it in immediately, giving Jason a second to unwrap himself first. "You're delusional, suicidal, and having either flashbacks or psychotic episodes — I can't tell which. That's about as far from gun safety as it gets," he counters Jason grimly. "You need help. Seriously."

*

Jason tries to finagle his head out of what amounts to a vice grip, only to have it pop open on its own, he springs himself back up to a stand. As he checks to make sure all of his parts are still working like they should he shoots a bit of a glare over towards Sam speaking a bit under his breath, all the fun gone from the moment "No one ever listens". He pulls off the belt with the holster to start with, letting it drop to the ground with a clatter, soon after removing a gun from each elbow, and each shoulder. "It's not suicide if you can't die" He mutters unstrapping a few more small arms from himself.

*

Pepper Potts takes the time to collect each weapon that Jason reveals and removes from his person, ending up with quite the armload. As she's close enough to hear his mutters, she replies to Jason as if he'd spoken aloud. "You'll note I did not call it suicide. I said 'kill yourself', even though in my book it amounts to the same thing. It's irrevelant to me if you have the killability of a fictional cheerleader. Please, come have a seat." She sets all of the weapons on the bar then gestures for Lucky to step back toward the couch ahead of her.

*

Sam snorts. "Okay, assuming you are immortal, what the hell's the point of shooting yourself?" Sam hits a second trigger, and the talon whips back into his gauntlet, resetting itself for another shot. "Just to be a dick to the rest of us?" He crosses his arms and glares at the absurd pile of weapons on the countertop. Charming. And to think he was worried about this guy having access to one pistol.

*

"There's no assumption about it," Jason chimes in, shaking his head and looking at the rather large pile of weapons on the table. "I'm getting seriously tired of going through this over and over again" Jason takes his glass of water from earlier and has a nice long drink from it. "I say I can't stay dead, you call me crazy, I say I can prove it, you say I'm crazy again for wanting to prove it" He looks back to Pepper letting out a bit of a low sigh, visibly a bit more emotional then the last time, as if he's got one less thing to worry about. "I swear your generation just drives me up the walls," He looks down towards the glass of water on the bar in front of him, "No offense Ms. P- Pepper."

*

Pepper Potts says, "I don't need you to prove /that/ to me, Jason. Tony hired you to protect me, not traumatize me by showing how well you can't stay dead. Now, please." Pepper gestures toward the couches again, hoping she can get him to step away from the honestly somewhat staggering amount of weaponry piled on the bar. One would think this man were an aspiring Klingon or some such. "You and I never did fully discuss the scope of your duties after Tony hired you.""

*

"Yeah, Jason, you're confused again," Sam says, reaching up to wipe at his face with one hand. "Claiming to be immortal is literally the least unbalanced thing I have ever witnessed you doing. Everybody knows superpowers are a thing. I have no objection to 'I'm immortal.'" He raises one hand to indicate that claim. "I have issues with how you get from there to" — he holds up his other hand, some distance away — "'I must shoot myself in Tony Stark's kitchen.'" He stares at the space between his hands, as though expecting it to reveal some secret. "How exactly do you cross that gap?"

*

Lucky stands up from his spot on the bar, moving over to the couch, and swiping himself a small box of food. "Alright, then let's talk about what my job is" The battle scarred soldier finally opening the box of lukewarm food. ", and it's pretty easy when you hear someone talking hero's elixir," His attention divided between the two.

*

Finally. Pepper looks at Sam, then collects her own now-cold food and now-warm soda and moves toward the couches. She does pause to cover Tony's lo mein, though. She'll take it to him in his workshop a little later.

"All right. First and foremost, Jason. I know you're here to protect me. But that does /not/ mean I expect you you be some kind of … meat shield. If there is a way for you to keep yourself safe at the same time as protecting me, I expect you to take that option first. Intentionally putting yourself in harm's way is last resort only. Understood?"

*

After several seconds to try and connect Jason's reply to the question he asked, Sam peevishly outlines the only scenario that presents itself: "Not unless those two words are a mentally conditioned suicide trigger." But he has reached the limits of his patience with the man's evasions and non-answers. He'll leave the rest of the conversation to Pepper, and simply remain at the periphery, ready to snare the guy again if he makes any untoward moves.

*

"I'll try to keep that in mind" Jason, looking over a bit skeptically at Falcon's comment about a trigger deciding it not worth the air for it. "Just don't be surprised if I jump in the line of fire for you" He pokes around the cold food, wishing about now he'd gotten superman's power set "It's still my main job to keep you alive,"

*

Pepper Potts points her chopsticks at Jason, her expression still very much a stern one. "If you can get me out of the line of fire instead of putting yourself /in/, that's what I want you to do. I don't care if that means you have to flying football body tackle me. I won't break. But I refuse to have to deal with you bleeding out on my behalf, or having to try and wash brain and skull matter out of my Susanna tweed jacket." This guy wants to be graphic, she can be graphic. AND while eating broccoli beef.

*

Jason takes a big bite of his jellyfish tendril soup, which surprisingly enough tastes better then he really expected cold. He'd been thinking it would just be something oddball he could make excuses for not eating but he seems to be genuinely liking it. "Oh I understand" he voices after slurping his way past one of the tendrils, with a bit of a serious expression that just doesn't quite fit the noises he's making. "I just hope it doesn't come to that too often," Lucky's voice sounding as if he really expects it to come to that fairly often.

*

Jason's going to learn quickly enough that if Tony orders takeout, it will to be the BEST food available. Well, unless he wants junk food. Then it's something horrible and from a drive thru. And, she cannot be perturbed by table manners, or lack thereof. "I very much suspect it won't come to that very often at all. In fact, I hope you're prepared to be very bored most of the time." She eats almost delicately in comparison, but definitely not sparingly. She has to have the energy to keep up with Tony, after all. "Now. Do you have any questions for me while we're here?"

*

"Yes, I've got one important one" Jason placing back down the nice box of jellyfish. "What was with the giant hole in the floor I fell through on my first day her?e" A sense of genuine curiosity on the man’s voice as he leans a bit closer, almost not wanting to ask.

*

Okay, that Pepper was NOT expecting. "I … I wish I could say." She looks genuinely concerned. "It hasn't happened again, has it?"

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