Stark Philanthropy

August 06, 2014:

Tony Stark tries to help out the transportation woes of New York. Things go awry. A bit. Language Warning.

Stark Industries Tower

The New York Center of operations for Stark Industries and several blocks in front of it.

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NPCs: None.

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Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

It's late on a Wednesday night and there's jack all on television. Tony has been busying himself for the past few days down in the ''lab'' and for whatever reason, whatever crazy reason, decides that he's bored. He does that, he just gets bored, then things happen. Because he's Tony Stark and he can make things happen.

Clomping up from the workshop in his penthouse apartment at Stark Towers, still slipping on a shirt, "JARVIS, how many cars do I have in the garage?"

"Twelve sir." Huh… "Going to need more than that. Get me the CEO of… what's a nice car? Something that says.. I like to drive fast but I don't like looking like one of those guys from the Gotham Shores."

"How about the Shadow, sir?"

"Yeah, sure, get me three hundred of those."

That was several hours ago. Now he's standing in his kitchen, having gone on television saying he was throwing a 'stimulus package party' out front of Stark Tower. The first three hundred guests gets a new car. "Where's the juicer? I really want a kiwi and strawberry mango smoothie…"

***

Pepper Potts arrives looking harried and frazzled, and makes a beeline for Tony. "Are you out of your mind? Or, could you have at least taken a moment to WARN me first?" She plops her tablet, phone, and a veritable STACK of phone message slips onto the nearest table-like surface.

"The front desk is being mobbed by people saying you promised cars to them, and the building's phone system has been overloaded with calls from the various news affiliates and radio stations." One hand going to her hip, the other to her forehead, she looks at Tony in exasperation. "The Shadow? Really?"

***

"It's a really nice car Pepper, I think it gets a lot of flak for… oh you mean why did I do it?" Tony has found the juicer, he's found it and is already juicing things into a nice sludge.

"Well, it's like this. Economic hardship and the Government is all promises. Basically, I'm giving the Government the finger."

"Metaphorically." He assures her, after drinking some of his juice, waving his hand in a cog wheel motion as he walks around the island counter towards the door. At least has on pants? Jogging pants, but he has on pants. "I wont actually give them the finger. I promise. Let's go give people a car. It'll be like karma, only faster."

JARVIS is as much responsible as anyone, seriously. He didn't offer Tony ANY complaints. "I was thinking something dressy, but comfortable…" Setting his smoothie down so that he can pull out various outfits. "I mean, the media's going to be here, plus three hundred of our new best friends. I should look approachable, but… you know, not. Because I don't want to be approached. Just cheered." His head bobs side to side, "Unless they offer to carry me on their shoulders. I'm okay with that."

***

It's not far at all from Times Square to Stark Tower, as the Falcon flies. After stitching and splinting up a few dozen injured tourists, the wing-suited hero thought to himself: 'You know what? Yes. I do deserve a new car.' But when he touches down on the uppermost part of the building that isn't an actual lightning rod and looks down at his arms, his nose wrinkles in dismay. They're covered in blood. Not his! And he wasn't taking it out of other people, he was trying to keep it there! He sighs and starts searching through the pockets of his flight harness, looking for disinfectant wipes.

Of course, it hasn't occurred to the trusting flier that Stark Industries might have put some fairly fancy security measures on the roof of their headquarters…

***

Jim Reha doesn't drive. He doesn't even have a license. But he does have a bit of a social conscience and when a noteworthy fellow with more money than sense offers to give away vehicles his first thought goes to what sort of mayhem might erupt around such a thing. Given how fast it came together, there's the possibility that New York's finest haven't even had a chance to mobilize to deal with potential mobs, and even a private security firm would be potentially overwhelmed.

He doesn't necessarily think he'd be the best to help keep things from breaking into utter chaos, but he's going to show up, keep an eye on things, and if needed, get a bit more physical about things. It's the very least he can do, and who knows, perhaps the experience might be enlightening for some.

Geographically given the teeming mob in front of the tower the overweight former retail-worker is a couple of blocks away, gradually inching his way along the edge of the pile of people. Greed is not the portly fellow's motivator.

***

The moment Lucky was cleared to leave the hospital he started making his way over to stark tower. He sure as hell wasn't about to let people experiment on him, but he had memories of visiting Stark Tower as a young boy with his father, and he remembered full well using his guns during the Vietnam War. As he made his way to the front of the tower his mind swirled slightly as he didn't know if he could ever get used to what he could do, but he figured a man like Stark would pay good money for him to do it.

What he never could have expected was the massive wall of people that showed up after him, crowding him, yelling screaming. It was almost too much for his brain to handle, as he tried to make his way to the front desk. He tried to just move to pop back a few of his stress pills, keeping himself from another episode as he was pushed and shoved around the place by rude crowding people.

***

Fenris is walking down the street with Eight. He'd dragged the huge, russian war-machine out of his office, for once. He's about to make a comment about a nearby bakery when…

"Oh… dear is that…" Yep. Crowd in front of stark tower. Immediately he breaks into a run, smelling blood. Already he's wondering if fighting magic or healing magic will be necessary.

***

Eight would frown if he had a mouth, but well Fenris likely doesn't need to see Eight's emoticons to know what it's thinking. "We are fifteen minutes from reinforcements now Fenris, do you believe I should wake it up?" The "it" here would be a proper war machine, because Eight is more of a..smaller war machine really. Following after Fenris at a considerably more relaxed pace "Be advised, I am likely to be detected this close to Stark tower."

***

Pepper Potts follows Tony, because it's expected. And, somehow, she manages to refrain from sighing. "The navy one. Well, I know there's no changing your mind on this, but don't you remember the last time you did something like this? I made you /swear/ to me that you would talk to me before you pulled another PR nightmare stunt. And here we go again." Okay, now she does sigh as the phone she'd scooped up again when she went to follow her boss starts to ring. "Tell me when you're ready." She turns away while answering her phone.

***

Falcon manages to wipe most of the blood off himself — enough that it won't be visible to anyone who isn't looking for it — without triggering any lethal security response from the building. Score! He fully retracts his wings, then unrolls and secures the Exo-7's somewhat thin disguise: a sham backpack that zips closed over the housing, and has a pocket for the suit gauntlets. That done, he heads for the roof access elevator and hits the call button.

***
There are a few close calls as Jim draws a bit closer to the tower, including at least one tussle that wasn't related directly to the situation but appeared to be two siblings fighting over who was going to get a car. Fortunately, several of the more mature folks nearby managed to defuse *that* situation, but it only serves to highlight just how volatile this whole thing could become.

He's taking great care to not jump ahead in any lines that may have formed, and minding his personal space as well as that of those around him so he doesn't bump into someone and trigger some sort of grand brawl. That, however, is becoming more and more difficult as the people are becoming more densely packed.

This is worse than Black Friday Sales, and he's been through many of those…

***

Tony holds up the navy suit and quirks his mouth to one side. Lady's always right, so he agrees. Afterall, doesn't she have his best interest at heart? He disappears into his room to change and comes back out flipping his tie around itself, still wearing sandals in a suit that cost more than most peoples cars (not their new one, the old one he's about to replace for them). (and probably the new one too. It's a really expensive suit.)

"I 'kind of' remember that talk…" He admits, brushing off his suit coat, walking towards the door. "How many people do we have? I'll decide how to make this up to you based entirely on turn out. If it flops…" He whistles quietly, "Well, a vacation. A real vacation. Where you'll work, I'll still call you to find out where I left the keys… only it will be sunnier. With pineapple drinks." As he passes, "You're the best." He assures her and nods.

"I think I'm ready. Are there cars here yet?"

"BUT, if it's bigger than New Years eve at Central Park…" His lips press together and puff slightly, "Besides, you're the one who's always telling me I need to get out more."

Certainly there's a lot of defenses on the tower, but most of the deadly ones are disabled. So when someone lands on the upper echelons, it only alerts JARVIS, who then alerts everyone, "Sir, there is a winged man covered in blood at your window."

"Not exactly what I was expecting. Anyone we know?"

"Not specifically, sir, but he is wearing armor of your design."

"Nice, tell him the party is down stairs, we'll meet him there. I'd say shock him, but I sort of invited everyone and that seems rude. Pepper? Ideas?"

***

Fenris pushes his way to the crowd to see what the heck is going on. His predatory aura makes that a lot easier. Most people unconsciously fall back in before him, alarmed by the monster in their midst even if they can't quite tell you why. "What on earth…" Ordinarily Fenris would… wait. He doesn't have to fly here.

***

"Eight, quickly, we're going up there. Close as we can get." Fenris extends his hand and opens a portal gestureing to Eight. He's aiming for a landing near to Falcon as he can manage.

***

Pepper Potts finishes her phone call. "That was Security. The police have been called because the crowd out front are getting out of hand… wait, what?" She looks toward the windows as if expecting to see the 'winged man' hovering there like some kind of horror movie. But, no. "The cars?" She sighs and starts dialing on her phone again to find out whether or not the cars have arrived.

***

Eight doesn't even blink, when 1200lbs of high powered exotic soviet era robotics comes through people tend to get out of the way. Likewise, theres less than any hint of hesitation with the Portal. Dilligent and trusting of Fenris, Eight steps right on through with a roll of the shoulders. "Mi Droog, this is not wise application of ourselves. We are being much too, overt. We will attract a fight at this rate, and with so many civilians there will be considerable casualties."

***

With Tony's blessing and JARVIS's cooperation, Falcon has no trouble with the elevator. "That'll be less awkward than flying down on wings," he mutters to himself, punching the button for the lobby. As the doors slide shut, he notes with some surprise that Stark's elevator music is guitar-heavy hard rock from the 70s with the volume turned down. Then he realizes that, really, nothing in the world could be less surprising than that.

***

The surge of the crowd *away* from the tower (and Fenris) catches the chubby guy off-guard. He gets jostled a bit and eventually pushed back into a wall. Fortunately his off-the-rack suit manages to weather the contact, but the same can't be said for his right hand as it gets a bit scraped and dinged up. It takes him a few moments to register *why* the crowd just carried him onto such a solid rocky shore, then he straightens himself up, dusts off the sleeves, and starts looking around for the source of that primal fear.

And then it is gone. With similar 'wave' action he's sucked into the crowd, and rather pulled and pushed along much like a cork in one of those old physics demonstrations.

Calm. Must remain calm, collected, focused and finding a way to survive the crush of people without drawing on the sage inside.

***

"The Police?" Tony's brow furrows, turning to look out the window at the massive crowd outside his building, "In hindsight, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. No, no I stand by it, it was a good idea…" He's not backing down, giving people expensive sports cars is never a bad idea. "Execution. Pepper, next time I get one of these ideas, I'm going to call you first." He promises. Again.

Then he smiles and starts for the elevators, "JARVIS, put on some music, huh? Something loud. Something festive, something… catchy." Snapping his finger and tapping one sandaled shoe, "We're probably about to get arrested for instigating a riot, might as well enjoy it, right?" He brings up a holgraphic dial plate and starts tapping in buttons, connecting a call right into the elevator, "Hey, Papa Johns? How quickly can you deliver enough pizza for three hundred people?" Glancing at Pepper and shrugging, pushing a mute button, "You might better go ahead and send in a really big donation to the NYPD… I get a feeling I might have over done it just a little." In for a penny, in for a pound. He goes about ordering pizza for a Stark Tower block party.

***

Lucky doesn't seem willing to move for anyone even when pushed and shoved he keeps calm, and just keeps his spot at the front of his line like the stubborn old man he is deep down inside. He looks down at the almost empty yellowish pill bottle. With a good deal of distaste he places the bottle back into the pocket of his new pair of pants without fifty or so bullet holes. He seems intent just to keep his spot glaring at anyone who tries to move in front of him.

***

Pepper Potts sighs again — silently this time — and finishes the call she's on, then asides to Tony as she dials yet another number, "Shoes, Tony. You're not going outside in sandals. Oh, and the cars are on their way now, but there's this little … crowd that's got traffic backed up all the way to 32nd street." She walks toward the elevator and stands in front of it with her phone to her ear, waiting for the conveyance to arrive.

***

The doors slide open a lot earlier than he expected them to, and Falcon finds himself staring at Pepper Potts and, behind her, the executive penthouse. He blinks at her, stunned into silence for a long moment, then tentatively offers his most disarming smile. "Um… hi. I'm here for the party?"

***

Fenris frowns. "Eight, we're going for another hop. Or I am. There's someone here I wish to check on." Extending his arm again he opens a portal to what he hopes is the location of the redoubtable Lady of the House of Stark. Here we go… At least he's not a huge wolf this time. IN her office. Behind her desk.

***

Eight just, well it's not a sigh it's servo whine. Really, Eight totally isn't even capable of sighing. "You are going to get us in trouble, and then we're going to be fighting space wizard goats infused who made a pact with the elder gods." Eight does however, follow right along. Arriving just beside Fenris. "I will remind you Fenris, I do not have armament tailored for space wizard goats with or without elder god powers on loan."

***
Jim has ascended in a way that is both terrifying and on a separate level amazingly cool as he's pushed along by the crowd. He wasn't expecting to be crowd-surfing, he's not clothed for it, and after a few people he hits some scrawny person who is more tendon and bone than actual muscle and brawn. Down goes scrawny guy. Down goes heavy-set guy. Down goes a couple of people around them as folks start to get tangled up trying to remain standing up.

The damage appears to be done on that scale for the moment, however, the next danger kicks in, which is the possibility of being trampled by the teeming masses…

***

"Well, it isn't up here." Tony assures Falcon as the doors open, glancing down at his sandals with his nose wrinkling. Pepper wont let him wear comfortable footware to his block party/riot. He almost looks defeated, has this wounded dog expression and grabs a pair of sneakers from off the shelf by the elevator doors, "We'll talk about how you should knock on the way down. Pepper, you coming? Someone's going to have to talk to the media people.. I've got.." Mental mathing, "Wow, close to three hundred?" Just from seeing the video feed.

See? He really is smart…

"Actually, you two chat, I got this. I'm good with people." Finger waving as the doors close and he starts down towards the chaos, doing a little arm swinging dance, doo deeting

in his head when something occurs to him, "JARVIS, bring up the Mark VII schematics, huh? I just got a really good idea for crowd control."

"Of course you did, sir."

Lemons to lemonade. That's Tony Stark.

When the doors open he collects the virtual data and puts it in his 'pocket' where it heads right back to his workshop computer to be looked over later and walks along with his security towards the front doors, "Don't worry guys, I made sure you all get a car." To his folks. Then, out the front doors, up onto a dias to address his adoring fans. "My god, you know…" Scratching his head, "When I said I was going to give away free cars, I forgot that New York is the most hardcore city on the planet! Am I right or what? Seriously… I've got pizza coming, I've got cars on the way, I've got three hundred plus New Yorkers waiting for the party to start." And here goes the fireworks. "I love New York.. let's try not to kill each other, but let's party while trying not to kill each other because… Greatest city on earth!"

***

That's when reality rips itself open next to Pepper and a tall, predatory man steps through accompanied by… something very unique.

"Miss Potts." Fenris rumbles. "You appear to have qutie the gathering downstairs. Is everything alright? It looks like a cross between a block party and a small riot." Humans, for as long as he's lived among them, do confound Fenris a bit.

***

Pepper Potts looks up from her tablet (phone still to her ear) and squeaks in surprise at seeing the man there. But Tony takes it in stride so she recovers her poise quickly enough

to pull the former soldier out of the elevator and Tony's way, noticing the still lingering traces of blood on Sam's arms. "Are you injured?" And then, just those few crucial seconds too late she realizes that Tony's down there. Without her or his PR person to mitigate the damage. Oh god.

Fenris' and Eight's rather abrupt arrival earns another startle and squeak, this time the phone message slips all go scattering to the floor.

***

"Good afternoon Miss Potts, it's nice to see you again. You look lovely today, I do apologize about just dropping in. "Gaze turning towards Fenris "It was entirely his idea, I assure you. I was content to watch my soap operas, but he says I should get out and socialize more because apparently cats do not count towards socialization."The voice should be memorable enough right there.

***

"Right! Yeah. I was just uh, riding the elevator downstairs when it — y'know — stopped, and the doors opened," Sam stammers, trying to make broad gestures to indicate his expectations with one hand, and the eventual reality with the other, with the end result that they just end up contradicting. He doesn't put up the slightest struggle as Pepper pulls him out of the elevator car, but the teleporters' unorthodox apearance does cause him to instinctively back into a loose martial stance. That just ain't natural. After a moment to assess, he points at Fenris. "I know you." He points at Eight. "Who's that?" After a moment, his suspicion is forgotten and he stoops to help Pepper retrieve her papers. Darlene
Wilson did her best to raise a gentleman.

***

Jim wouldn't consider himself a hero, per se, though he's a bit of a Boy Scout. When it becomes painfully obvious that the crowd isn't going to be letting up any time soon he throws himself to protect the scrawny guy as best he can. When it starts to become obvious that even his mass isn't going to help with keeping the crowd away, the sage steps up to the plate.

While it is arguably a foolish thing that its partner has done, at the same time it commends him for at least making the effort and confronting the possibility of death with no reward. However, it is not its night to die and it is not going to, and if that means things might get a bit crazy, everyone will learn from the experience—right?

Even as the crowds begin to close in tighter they're also pushed back as two limbs shoot straight upwards, wings unfolding and feathering in a fluid cascading motion, plumage filtering in over the body as it gains in several key areas. For the moment, the transformation is largely shielded by the crowd immediate to it, as they try to figure out what the heck is exactly going on, perhaps wondering if this is some of Tony Stark's amazing technology coming to play. Of course it is, the man's a genius, right?

***

With a good deal of interest Lucky looks about towards the source of the speaking and is a bit surprised at what he sees, though he's even more surprised at talk of cars being given away. For some reason a part of him had almost been expecting to see Howard Stark speaking only to feel somewhat crestfallen by his realization at the passage of time. He seems to refuse to move from his spot even with the encroaching crowd and sudden blockage about just silently falling into a stance of at ease keeping his eyes on Tony.

***

It's only a matter of time before those cars start pulling up, but there's just no room for them to make their way this close to the dias. Further, Stark is starting to see that people are, through no real fault of his own, getting hurt out there and… kind of rethinking this whole thing. It's really too late to back out now and, truth be told, he probably still does want to give cars away.

He's just not sure he wants to do it at the expensive of people getting trampled. "Whoa.." Said, glancing to the blue and red sirens way down the block, police arriving, and all of this because he got bored? He jogs down from the dias and shakes his head at his security detail. "Where's Pepper, I need Pepper…" He's got that crazy, 'I don't know what to do now' look in his eyes.

The thought occurs to him to get JARVIS to bring one of the Iron Man suits out, but that seems… wrong. He did this. Indirectly. "Seriously, someone get Pepper down here…"

Security is on the phone, letting the Assistant know that the Boss… might be having a breakdown. "Three hundred people seemed like a lot less in my head."

***

Sam hands Pepper the sheets he has collected, glancing down and remembering that Pepper had asked about the blood there earlier. "Oh! I'm not hurt. There was an accident in Times Square," he explains, overwhelmed enough by his surreal situation that he just falls back to the truth. "I'm trained as a paramedic, so I helped out until the real ones showed up."

***

Pepper Potts smiles her thanks at Sam as he helps her pick up all of the slips of paper, then nods toward the bar area where there's a sink… just as her phone rings again. Oh boy. THat's really not good. "I'm sorry, everyone, I've really got to go." And she can't leave them all here unattended. "How about we all head back downstairs." She gestures toward the elevator that's obligingly opening its doors precisely as she indicates them.

***

"That sounds like perhaps a good idea. Tell me, is someone going to perform some… crowd control on your front door?" Fenris has seen this sort of thing before. Of course, that was a thousand years ago in the middle of a siege so it's a biiiiiiit different.

***

Eight eyes that elevator suspiciously for a moment. Nope. "We should use a portal again Fenris, that Elevator does not have the appropriate weight limit for me. Also, as convient it would be to just step out the window I think things are hectic enough without me doing my falling act in broad daylight." Finally stuffing those big mitts into it's jacket pockets and adopting an -almost- human like gesture. "I could improvise a non lethal device to disperse the crowd if necessary, but I warn that it is liable to create something of a mood."

***

The strange bird-like creature launches itself skywards, scooping the injured scrawny fellow in its arms as it gains some altitude, though it does have to fight to not knock down folks in the crowd with the downbeat of its wings. It turns its head to the distant lights and sirens, then to the dais.

The dais is a lot closer, and there appear to be security people there. Someone can take this injured person off its hands there and get them to medical attention faster than it can. It needs to stay here and watch, learn, and help. It alights upon the dais and folds its wings down.

"Corpsman! Need a corpsman! A… medic!" If someone steps up or offers aid, it will turn the victim over. It is not thinking of the many cameras that are probably present, or the fact that the person who put this together may be there and the security detail may be less than appreciative of its presence.

***

Lucky pulls a single hand from behind his back rubbing the side of his head, while the other hand goes back for his bottle of medication. He's starting to drift from reality sounds of gunshots and screaming filling his mind, fumbling for the lid he sees the world start to give way around him falling back through his own memories. Everywhere he looks fire, destruction, death, and chaos, a jungle burning with the glow of a midnight napalm strike. He almost can't keep himself together as he throws back a few more pills, anything to go back to reality. Of course to the outside world he's just a man in his mid twenties, standing right at the front desk, refusing to move.

***

Pepper Potts offers Sam an apologetic glance, because, yeah. You're along for the ride, buddy, no choice in the matter. She nods her agreement with EIght's suggestion of a portal, because it's FASTER, and might help to get the attention of the crowd down there. "Fenris, can you set us on the dais down there?"

***

"Portal, mmmm? To the front of the building perhaps?" Alright. You heard the lady. The god-wolf extends his arm and opens up another tear in space-time. A twin opens up near Tony himself and Fenris strides through, instantly letting his predatory Aura go to it's full strength to push people back. "Eight. Perhaps some… crowd control is in order?"

Nonlethal, preferably nonviolent, please.

***

"I'm thinking attacking the crowd, nonlethal or not, is just going to make the mob scene worse," Sam says with a frown at Eight. But then Pepper is tugging him along by the straps on his harness, and he unquestioningly follows her, even if that means stepping through the perverse violation of spacetime Fenris uses to get from point A to point B. And as he does step through, he's stunned to hear someone calling for a corpsman. He's a corpsman, after a fashion. "Yo, Harvey Birdman," he says, waving at Corvinus. "Let me get a look at him."

***

Tony isn't cringing and trying to run away from his riotous mistake, he'll own it… but right now he's not equipped to handle this large a crowd. Not with them all thinking that his offer for a party was an invitation to trample each other. Inwardly, he's pretty sure he understands how they must have felt at Woodstock 99 now. It's not like it's the person on stage is at fault, right?

Of course not.

He's just an innocent bystander who tried to do something nice. "I regret nothing." He says, for his own edification since he really really does regret a lot. This, that, the other thing. The fact that the pizza is going to get here before the police break the party. That he's ''probably'' going to have to get a lawyer.

Tony takes a step towards the flying bird thingy carrying the injured man, "Hey right here!" Waving for the person to be dropped off, he's got medical staff. Somewhere. "Pepper, do we have medical staff? We should hire medical staff… actually, let's have a clinic built into the fifth floor.. free healthcare." Still on the phone, little Bluetooth in his ear.

"This was a really bad idea… Why didn't you tell me this was a bad idea?"

***

Inara raises her hand shyly. "I have an idea that might disperse the crowd."

***

Pepper Potts's sigh carries over his Bluetooth and then along with the suddenly appearing portal, right next to him. Lowering her phone, Pepper gives Tony a brief but exasperated glare. "You didn't give me a chance Tony." She then steps up to the podium to try and salvage the situation. Please oh please let Fenris' scary-aura make people stop and think instead of going into a panic.

"Everyone, please! If you'll all just calm down for a moment." She looks over and sees Inara sheltered from the chaos by the dais and the security guards, and beckons her closer immediately.

***

The avianoid stride-hops to Sam and with a fluid motion sets the scrawny fellow down in front of the person offering to take a look at him. It doesn't know human anatomy well enough to even begin to describe what sorts of injuries the guy may have suffered.

"He was being crushed in the crowd. Help him. Please."

The avianoid tilts its head at the unfamiliar address, then shrugs and spins to face the man of the hour, skip-hopping a couple of times to the billionaire mogul.

"This one has turned the injured party over to a medical asset. If you have other resources available you may wish to let him know about them."

Then Miss Potts, clever, daring Miss Potts takes the dais and it pivots to listen to the woman who arguably is the real brains that keeps Stark Enterprises running smoothly.

***

Eight looks around quietly, before setting off on it's own and retrieving a particularly large fire extinguisher. Well, yes whatever the hell they put in those things does tend to make people stop and think about their life choices. "Attention, all those present. Please behave in a more civil manner, and form a line. Everyone present at this point will be taken care of, however further poor behavior will result in criminal complaint and I will most assuredly hurt your feelings." Eight doesn't raise it's voice because it rarely needs to to be honest. It's deep and, well Eight is fuckin' scary even when it's talking calmly.

***

Free health care! For this one scrawny dude Jim fell on. Still, Sam knows what he's doing, and there are medical supplies stuffed into most of the spare space in his harness.

Well, not counting the 'backpack' itself, of course. He sets to work mutely, ignoring the crowd and the cameras and focusing on his task.

***

Fenris has a couple of ideas but all of them are obvious and to be honest… he really wants to hear what Inara's idea is. He's almost positive, and very amused at the notion, that it will involve large amounts of pigeons.

***

Inara approaches Pepper, looking more awkward and nervous then Tony's PA has ever seen her before. So many people. She licks her lips and leans her head to the other woman. "I could… I could try calling the birds. And the rats. There are so many of them, and people tend to be afraid of them. They might disperse and there will be no weapons used."

***

"This wasn't suppose to go like this." Tony assures Pepper, she's the only one he's really worried about being upset over this whole fiasco. The sheer weight of the legal ramifications of this whole situation haven't set in and probably scare him a whole lot less than the stare of his assistant. "Seriously, few cars, a little pizza… how is that a ''bad'' idea?" He's stage whispering, kneeling down to help Sam deal with the trampled dude.

"Hey… uh. You good?" Asking their impromptu medic with a little motion of his hand, thumbing back over his shoulder, "You need anything?" Motioning for one of his security detail to help Sam in anyway they can, then Stark is off to do the same to any other wounded that are brought up to the dias. His thousand dollar coat is used as bandages until real bandages arrive.

He's not a bad medic either. Seriously, Tony is pretty good at just about anything he puts his mind to or studies for any period of time. He's not field dressing an aterial bleed, but bruises and neosporin application? He's got this.

***

With screams for a medic the flashback only gets worse, men with their skin burned to a crisp, the horrors of war in a medical camp under siege. While the medicine takes its slow effect Lucky is lost completely to the moment, unable to do anything but watch as the artillery continues to rain hellfire on his own base. He has to do something no one else seems to be trying anything. So he reaches for the 'radio' and starts calling out into it, "Stop the strikes you're hitting friendlies" he calls out seemingly at random from his spot by the desk "For gods sake repeat we have civilians here, stop the damn strikes colonel". The man randomly shouting out this nonsense which for him is very real at the moment.

***

"I'm good," Sam confirms for Tony. Thanks to Corvinus protecting and retrieving the guy, his injuries aren't too severe — mainly the aftermath of accidental kicks. After cleaning and bandaging a few minor wounds, Sam feels pretty confident that the man will be fine. He waves over the security guard who's assigned to him and points into the lobby. "Take him inside, then come back with the best first aid kit you've got. I'm running low on" — he pats his pockets and grimaces — "everything, actually."

He is about to follow after Stark, checking the wounded the billionaire doesn't to speed both of their progress (and, let's be honest, checking his work, too), when Lucky starts to lose it. Sam has a bit of experience with this sort of thing, sadly. "Take it easy, Sergeant," he says in a calm voice, picking a rank at random. If Lucky focuses on him enough to correct him, it'll at least bring him back to the present. "Medevac is on the way."

***

Pepper Potts looks out over the crowd, seeing that she's getting at least a little of the crowd's attention. "Thank you everyone, really, for coming here to show your appreciation for Stark Industries. Now, we are /not/ going back on Mr. Stark's promise, but do uphold it we need everyone to /please/ calm down." By this point she's holding up her hands to try and emphasize her words, even if she's still got her phone in one hand and tablet plus phone message slips in the other.

Glancing over at Inara again, she shakes her head no and tells her quietly enough to not carry over the microphone, "Let's wait on that if we can. I don't want this to go from rowdy crowd to all-out panic."

***

Fenris sighs, hearing the man screaming. "Inara, Eight you may wish to hurry. Otherwise I may have to kick a wind up." Even the police are going to have a hard time containing this mob at this point. More fear is unlikely to help. Time for some inclement weather… okay.

This is getting out of hand. Fenris rod comes out and he begins to twirls it. Around them the wind swirls and rises. It's going to get very windy shortly. Unpleasantly so, but Fen isn't picking it up fast so at the moment it's just kind of… blustery.

***
The avianoid entity watches Pepper, listens to her words intently even as it considers running to help the corpsman with the person by the desk then reconsidering. Given the sounds from that direction, an incongruous form would be problematic, to say the least. Back to Pepper…. and then the wind picks up.

The birdly thing folds its wings down HARD to ward against some of the gusts, even as it looks out over the crowd, watching for anyone else in danger of being trampled, any odd open areas that might have someone injured in them. It would have taken to the skies but fighting a localized wind in addition to precision flying is not within its ideal design parameters and might cause injury to bystanders.

***

Inara nods to Pepper and backs away. She returns to Fenris' side, taking comfort in the nearness of his animal. So many people. People make her uncomfortable at the best of times, but with this many? The yelling, the anger. She does her best to keep calm, otherwise the animals will start coming to defend her.

***

Eight glances over to Fenris, before nodding towards Pepper mutely. Eight slips away, before resolving from the rush with that fire extinguisher offered towards Tony. "Hello Mr.Stark, I've been curious as to your opinions on the use of carbon to carbon composite in place of carbon fiber. Do you believe the UV resistance and strength's offsets Carbon Fiber's tolerance for severe deflection?" Its a nerdy question, it's a mentally engaging nerdy question and hopefully one sufficient to distract Tony long enough for Eight to get itself in position. The guy needs a shield, and not the sky carrier Nick Fury sort either. "I've been a big fan of your work, have read many of your patents with interest. I was wondering if you were interested in seeing a mono edge titanium construct I recently built." Wait that's not right, nobody has a Mono edge anything…right?

***

Tony stands up as the wind picks up and looks out over the crowd with all the joy drained out of him. He's really a complicated man, that looks at some things and sees them several steps ahead and then others, like this, and can barely see five fingers infront of his face. His expression is grim as he looks over people blown about, small fights breaking out here and there, and wonders… 'How do I do this differently next time.'

There's very little else he can do that wouldn't raise the self awareness of this from a small mob into an outright riot. He will make good on his promises with the cars, he will probably get sued… and there's a pretty good chance he's going to get arrested, but none of that really bothers him.

Not right now.

He's just worried that he hurt people, or at least got them hurt, by trying to showboat… like he always does. Then someone's asking him a question. A mental distraction because he'll color it exactly what it is. Why else would someone hand him a fire extinguisher then ask about carbon fiber strength in the middle of ''this''. "I prefer magnetically sealed titanium fiber bands to carbon composite." Looking to the source of this nerdy question. Then down at the fire extinguisher… "I… why.." Waving his hands and shaking his head, "Yes, I'd love to see…huh, mono edge titanium construct.." Ideas. Lots of them.

While Pepper solves another one of his blunders. He looks over towards her and smiles weakly.

***

Looking to the avianoid, Inara smiles. She will greet it as soon as she can, as soon as this… mess is over. She closes her eyes, calming thoughts. Even so, the birds start to come, perching along the wires nearby.

***

"But I'm not" He starts off, his mind piecing things together, as the somewhat quick acting medication starts to work it's magic. When the wind starts to swirl and wish about his brain really just starts to work things out. "N-no, I'm- that's Lieutenant Colonel" The little flashback of his starts to fall apart, "Where's the…" Lucky sounding somewhat confused as he looks towards Sam.

***

With an effective 'over watch' of the crowds, the avianoid jumps into an open area where there is brawling occurring and simply stands there and takes the punches from all of the parties, moving to take it all. "Please stop fighting. This is neither the time nor the place for such a thing. You need to remain calm. Focused on why you are here. Fighting will only get you brought to jail and your families will have to bail you out. Please stop. Use your minds. Nothing here is worth fighting over. Nothing."

Of course, some of them proceed to kick and punch *it* a bit harder, but it does not relent, nor does it bring its weapons to bear, yet.

***

"Wilson, sir. Call me Wilson," Sam tells Lucky in the same calm, matter-of-fact tone. "I'm a… Pedro. I'm here to get you out of this mess." He drops the Vietnam-era abbreviation for Para-rescue, hoping that will further reassure the old vet that he's in trustworthy hands. "Right this way," he says, directing him toward the lobby along with the injured parties.

***

Eight unzips it's jacket,and what lies beneath? If you're a gear head, it isn't just interesting it's -beautiful-. The exotic composites humans haven't named yet, steel, titanium, Kevlar, ceramic composites. Eight isn't a man in a suit, a sharp eye can identify that immediately. Eight is, something else. Something, beautiful and magnificent and fucking awesome. Smoothly it reaches out to offer over, well it's not even clear what metal it is. Some sort of vaguely triangular dagger with the edges raised to indeed a proper mono edge. Its not the sort of weapon a human would make if only because it weighs a solid eight pounds and change. "My name is Eight, Mr.Stark and I am very happy to meet you. Your presence is exciting the crowd further, why don't we step back a little more and allow the crowd control specialists to control the crowd?"

***

Pepper Potts tries to shield her eyes as the wind kicks up, and that ends up causing all of those paper slips to escape her hand and start blowing about all over the place. She knows it's something Fenris is doing, but knows better than to point it out publicly. "Now, before the weather catches up with us, let's everyone start moving to come into the Stark

Tower's lobby in groups, all right? Legal teams are already prepared and waiting, we just need everyone to make their way /calmly/ inside where we'll have food and refreshments for everyone." She gestures toward the building, and the security guards — the awesome people that they are — start helping those who are already ready to enter the lobby calmly and be directed to every single conference room, office, break room, and lounge that Pepper was able to commandeer on almost zero notice to keep this under control.

Tony is owing her more and more by the minute. Seeing the giant blackbird go put himself into the middle of a brawling group and just let them hit him, she turns to… oh, damn.

All of the present Stark Security personnel more than have their hands full.

***

Fenris takes this is his opportunity to whip the wind up. Dirt. Refuse. Small rocks. All of it begins to fly. The wind swirls and howls unpredictably. Give Fenris a chance to find and slice open a water main and he'll make it rain to. All the while his aura extends. Okay people. Go. Away.

***

Inara walks over to the Lucky. She smiles at Sam, who's aiding him. "Perhaps I can help?" she asks. Okay, he's not an animal, but just maybe if she treats him like one she can do this. She offers a warm smile to Lucky. "Hello," she says in that calming voice she uses on animals. "I know you're scared, but listen to me. Focus on me. The sound of my voice. The brown of my eyes. I am here with you. Just you and I."

***

"I'll be fine" Lucky says, having to raise his voice over the sound of the wind refusing to step from that spot. He looks over the label of his pill bottle once more before shaking them slightly at the other man. "I've taken care of the medication side of things" He lets out a low sigh, inaudible over the sounds of roaring winds, and panicked people with the surrounding gathering more hostile. He can barely hear anything at this point, as he plants his feet on the spot that feeling of dread and fear filling him being pushed back down barely. "I just need to speak with with Mr.Stark on a few things," trying to keep himself from being ushered away with the same sort of determination you'd expect a man half his age. Though in the wind his much older look peels away the makeup flying off to reveal a much younger man underneath, only in his mid twenties.

***

Tony is pulled out of whatever reverence he's engaged in at the wonderful way Pepper sweeps up his mess by the mention of moving to some place where his presence doesn't make things worse. That hurts. That hurts a lot. It should be him fixing this, why isn't he fixing this? He shakes his head and looks down at the display displayed for him by Eight.

"Wh-.." This is ahead of most everything he's seen, and even a little bit of what he's built.

The knife, which he most certainly does not take, is stared at while he walks down off the dais to the welcoming group of awesome security personnel responsible for keeping him out of harms way. "When I'm not shell-shocked and slightly preoccupied with the fact that Pepper is going to be ''really'' pissed…" Waving fingers of both hands at the metal work that makes up Eight, "We're revisiting this."

He's already trying to figure out how to use some of what it just from memory. Never mind if he can convince them to explain it.

No, stay focused. No getting out of this Tony. "Hey.. Yugo.." His name, he's pretty sure that's the security guards name, "You stay with Pepper. Make sure she's alright. Seriously…" Then he's headed inside rubbing his face and loosening his tie.

***

Eight lifts it's hands, but well, mission successful. One VIP is safely inside the building. Eight quietly replaces that blade, before zipping its jacket up and rolling its shoulders.

"Fenris, Mr.Stark is safe and inside. Shall I remove the beautiful and articulate Miss Potts as well?" See, women like it when you compliment them. It just read that, and well it has seen enough soap operas to know it's completely true.

***

The punches and kicks and blows of the crowd are diminishing, as they run to take cover and/or get into line to get their cars or whatnot. The wind-hurled debris, on the other hand, is starting to draw fluids from the bird-like creature, and some of the less clunky things carrom off its plumage… thankfully not hitting anyone yet.

When this clump finally disperses it moves to look for any others that remain that need its attention.

***

Okay…that little transformation of Lucky's is weird. Sam glances at Inara, raising an eyebrow as if to ask, 'Did you do that?' But he really should get the old/young Vietnam(?) veteran inside and out of this gale, so he points to Tony, who is retreating into the building. "Well, if you want to talk to him, that's the way you want to go," he informs Lucky. He himself follows in that direction, what with the weirdly hostile atmosphere outside the building. The only alternative is flying out, and in this mess, the takeoff would be miserable.

***

"If you can." Fenris replies as he whips the wind around, stopping short of anything that'll cause actual damage to anything but someone's pride. "I think you may find that a bit more difficult." The god-wolf is keeping a sharp eye both on Pepper herself and on the little knot of people where Inara is.

"It's a pity I can't create water or ice. Very few riots happen in the rain. People don't like it for some reason." Sam, Inara and Lucky get a 'come over here' motion with one hand.

The other is busy.

***

Pepper Potts tries to keep a grip on the dais's podium, both because the wind is getting worse and to keep it from getting blown over where it might land on someone. As most of the crowd is either heading inside or dispersing elsewhere to flee the wind, she turns to… find herself face to chin with Eight. "We've got to get everyone inside," she tries to yell to the rather odd yet oddly polite and chatty person in front of her.

***

Without another word on the matter, Lucky starts to make his way for the tower closing his eyes as not to get any dirt in them, walking to the entrance just based off of what he's seen before the whole thing went south.

***

Inara blinks at the look of Lucky as it changes. That was unexpected. "I'm…. I'm glad that you're fine. Shall we get inside then?" She rises and goes to rush over to Fenris. She looks to the crowd and shakes her head. "How could anyone think that this was a good idea?"

***

Eight just nods, and well, let's be frank. Eight is a big 1400lb chunk of metal and it makes for a fantastic wind break,walking with little apparent discomfort with Pepper. "Mr.Stark is inside, and you should be too. We will attend to everything else Miss Potts, and I promise I shall endeavor not to murder anyone." It pulls the door open for Pepper and finally thinks to offer "I am partially joking, Miss Potts."

***

Tony finds himself a place to sit in one of the empty offices once he's gotten inside out of the miserable mass of insanity that his 'idea' caused. He sits at the long table with his elbows on the edge and his face buried in his palms. Fingers flick back into his hair, ruining the wind sept badboy thing he had going and sighs.

"Mr. Stark, can I get you a water?" One the security pokes his head in to ask,

"Yeah, water. With some scotch in it. Actually, just the scotch."

"Uh… right away sir."

***

As the crowd splits and makes the decision either to press on to get a carnot many are at this point due to the sudden inclement climateor head home or under shelter, the bird-thing strides towards the tower, checking the ground and the alleys as it moves to ensure that there are no further injuries or victims nearby that need immediate medical attention or evac.

When it has completed the sweep, it jumps onto the dais and moves to the tower unless stopped.

***

Sam's path dovetails with those of Inara and Fenris as all head back into the building, just behind Lucky and just ahead of Corvinus. "Maaaan. My mom would have loved a new car, too," he says with a cautious smile, trying to lighten the mood a little. "At least I got to see the inside of Stark Tower. That's cool, right?"

***

Fenris is still in the process of 'encouraging' people to leave. Only now he's doing it with wind gusts to their backsides. Behind him, if anyone bothers to get behind him, the wind is so much calmer. "Hello all. Just a moment. When I finish dispersing this crowd I will join you." He starts to pull his aura back in, as best he can. He's always a bit scary.

***

Eight steps aside Fenris ever so casually, looking quietly up and down the street. "This seems to have been entirely preventable. Sometimes I worry about humans Fenris, and then something like this happens I say to myself: I really do not worry nearly enough." Stuffing those big mitts back into it's jacket pockets. "Miss Potts, and Mister Stark have been safely secured inside their dubious fortification."

***

"This one was not seeking material reward or gain. This one was merely attempting to render assistance as best as possible through various means. The acquisition of materiel goods is a potentially disruptive event on the path to true enlightenment. Hopefully we were able to ensure that no lives were lost and that injuries were kept the barest of minimums. But more importantly, this one hopes it was a lesson that all parties learned from. Any evening where everyone gains enlightenment is a good evening."

The avianoid entity shrugs as it follows the rest of the crowd.

***

Pepper Potts does indeed let Eight escort her to the doors, and when he promises not to kill anyone she does stop and look up at him like, 'Don't you DARE!'. Well, she does until he admits to joking. "There is no partial to that. You will REFRAIN from violence against others, especially in my presence." And then she finally steps through the doors with Dmitri (Not 'Yugo'. Seriously?) at her side. But she refuses to go more than a few feet into the building, turning back to make sure Inara and the good samaritan medic and the other man and Fenris all make it inside.

***

"I haven't been here in almost thirty years" Lucky says after making sure he's nice and safe inside of the building proper. He lets out a low sigh trying to make his way over towards one of the soft chairs to find himself a seat, not visibly that bothered by the situation. "Howard Stark was a great man," He says with a thoughtful smile.

***

At length Fenris nods and turns to go inside. "Well, that was unexpected. And here I'd figured on just introduce you to a good bakery." Yes he knows Eight doesn't eat but socialization was kind of the point.

The tall, predatory man finds Inara on his way in and puts his arm around her. "Eight I believe you know Inara. Miss Potts. Mister Stark. And… others." He doesn't off the top of his head recall or indeed know everyone else's name.

***

Inara knows that Fenris is terrifying, or that he should be. But for her, what people consider scary she considers beautiful and comforting. She holds him tight and waits for him to be ready to go inside. She nods to Eight in greeting. She presses a hand to her heart. "That was… insanity!" She looks outside, the birds all still sitting on the wires like a scene from Hitchcock.

***

While Tony stark sits in one of the offices with his glass of scotch delivered. He offers the security a weak smile and leans back into the swivel chair, rocking it around in half-circles one way, then the other, all while draining the amber liquid from the glass. "JARVIS, give me video feed of the lobby?" When it appears on the screen and looks vaguely like the Superdome, Tony looks down at his empty glass and drops his head back against the cushion. "Alright, make sure the pizza gets here and make sure there's enough water for everyone. Make sure EMTs…"

Tony pops out of his seat and heads for one of the shelves, hoping there's a bottle of ''anything'' hidden around one of the books. "Uh.. injured. Make sure they're okay. Make sure their hospital bills are paid for and get me a full list… at many as we can anyways… of everyone who was here."

"Yes sir."

"And find me a bottle of alcohol."

***

Pepper Potts nods to herself once everyone is inside, then offers a smile to all of the others who helped her try to salvage this situation. Then, she looks around the lobby and notices an absence in particular. Lifting her phone, she taps on the screen then says to it, "JARVIS, don't let Tony at the alcohol, please."

***

"Enlightenment won't get Mom off the subway," Sam tells the bird-guy over his shoulder. "Unless teleworking rules expand to cover transcendental meditation, which I'm not going to hold my breath for." He doesn't like to look at Corvinus for too long, frankly: its behavior is close enough to that of an actual bird that he finds himself reflexively analyzing its behavior in the way he does avians. Between the being's size and the slight contrasts to the patterns he knows, it's like listening to a loud, discordant symphony, arranged entirely for tuba, didgeridoo, taiko drum and vuvuzela.

Instead, he nods a curt greeting to Fenris and Inara, whom he recognizes from a surreal encounter in the park, and glances around for any other assistance he can provide.

Nothing is immediately in evidence, and the storm seems to have abated, so he's considering taking off. He's had a busy day.

***

Eight offers that great hyper intelligence up for all to hear. "I have concluded I dislike your method of socialization Fenris, we have succeded in scaring people and little else. Also, I find it refreshing not to be at fault for property damage for once." No, the big "biker" doesn't take off it's helmet or jacket or gloves. Not that they're enormously helpful honestly. "Soap operas are more constructive, also I could be socializing with my cats and that does indeed seem to be much more constructive. "Still, theres being polite to be. "Miss Potts, have you done something with your hair? It looks lovely. Also hello Inara, I do hope you've been well. Nobody was murdered, not even a little."

***

"The closest term in any human language is Corvinus. The Corvinus if one wishes to be formal. This one has met Eight and Miss Potts as well as yourself, sir." It pauses for a moment as if attempting to parse something, or grasp a concept that is alien to its processes. "This one is reminded to thank relevant parties for their hospitality and respectfully request five of these 'pea-zahz' for recuperative purposes. This one would also notes that the electronic communication medium has provisions for meditative methods and that would be considered part of gaining enlightenment. So the operative term 'teleworking' would apply in special cases to the transcendental state."

The bird-thing tilts its head and listens to Eight. "Soap operas have sadly lost most of the value they once had. One should review earlier years for better quality materiel."

"They are a path to enlightenment as well to some."

***

Lucky runs a single hand down his horribly scarred face, letting out a low exasperated sigh. He pulls off the gloves that he's been wearing to make his hands look closer to what they did before, almost completely removing the makeup. "So much for trying to break things easy," His voice sounding somewhat crestfallen as he looks about at just how strikingly different everything is from the last time he'd visited long ago.

***

The lean man hrms at Eight's comments. "Yes, I do think perhaps we should perhaps be a bit more careful in our socalization, you're correct." Sam gets an interested look.

"Daedalus, are we now? Ware the sun, little bird." The delivery is deadpan but the man gets a wink.

And then Fenris notices Lucky. He gets a very direct, very intense look. A look that says 'I know you're not normal.'

***

Inara looks to Eight and covers her smile. "I told you before, it's not the people I worry about, but I thank you for your discretion in this matter, Eight." She can't help herself and heads to the bird thing, nodding in greeting to it. "Hello. You feel familiar. Have we met before?"

***

Tony finds no alcohol, not even a flask of half empty horse piss, anywhere in the bookcase. How do these people even work for him? How is there an office in this building that he hasn't hidden at least a small airplane Jack? This is unacceptable in every way. Instead of drinking and escaping this nightmare through blessed drunken neutrality, he's forced to step out into the chaos because the only way UP is through the lobby…

So with his shirt mostly undone, tie off and lost, a very expensive tie, Tony smooths back his hair and steps out into the super dome recreation that is going on in his building. He tries to smile, tries not to look at everyone like he's slightly disgusted with himself that he would rather hide in an office than face them, but he is and he does.

"Everyone enjoying themselves?" He asks… it's a little soon for that joke, probably. But when has ever been known for his tact?

***

"I don't like American Soap Operas, South Koreans have the best material. If you don't speak Korean however, you are at a severe disadvantage."Eight seems inclined to let things, settle really. "I am happy I was able to oblige Inara, I am not always fixated on the destruction of all organic life. Only Tuesdays, or the union will be most upset at me. Can't risk angering Robotic Overlord Local 291 now can we?" See, theres totally a sense of humor there! Sure it's grim, but it's present. Tony does get Eight's attention however "not unless you have 240 service with a 220 amp fuse, Korean soap operas and something for me to repair."

***

Pepper Potts's eyebrows drawe together as she looks up at Eight almost incredulously. "Excuse me? Did you just compliment my /hair/?" By her tone of voice, she sounds … less than pleased by it. She is also trying to keep from raising her voice, but considering the past few hours of insanity, it's becoming more and more difficult.

And then Tony returns. And Pepper turns to look at him.

***

The bird-thing tilts its head and blinks at Inara a couple of times. "We have not met in this operative status-mode. However, we have met in the past and it was a very educational and enlightening meeting. How is your hatchling doing? Has it recovered from the adventure it had a few nights past?"

Then the man of the tower steps forth.

"It would appear that you have gained painful life lessons this evening. This one applauds your willingness to confront such matters head-on, Mister Stark, and would humbly suggest that you take time to meditate upon what you have learned."

***

The look from Fenris reminds Sam that introductions are being made. Unlike Eight, he hasn't got programming to keep his manners entirely consistent. So, as Tony enters the room, he introduces himself: "Sam. Or Falcon, when I've got the wings out." He doesn't have the wings out, so it may be a perplexing comment to some. He's a bit beyond caring.

"Does anyone have, like, a coffee or a Red Bull or something? I've dealt with two mob scenes tonight and I'm about to lose it."

***

With barely any effort at all Lucky comes back to a stand, falling into a stance of at ease out of a force of habit. "Lt. Col. Jason Lucky" His voice sounding rather gravely from time spent heavily drinking smoking, and indulging in various other vices, his realization that it's time for the meet and greet coming a bit late. He takes a few steps over towards the group, keeping his hands clasped behind himself.

***

Fenris' eyes cut over to Tony and he smiles a bit. Sharply. "Ah, the Tower's Wizard returns." The Lord of House Stark as it were but he's made that joke before. "Miss Potts, Eight is only trying to be complimentary." He's familiar with Pepper's compulsion to avoid conpliments.

And then Lucky speaks and gets another curious look from the man most know as 'Wolfson.'

"Miss Potts…" He murmurs softly. "That man has a most unusual aura."

***

The comment about her hatchling has Inara looking warily at the bird. "Cora bounces back rather well, thank you. You were there? You were! Ahhh. It's a pleasure to meet you again." She looks over at Tony as he enters the room and gives him a glare that would make her Persian mother proud. She mutters something under her breath, but unless you speak Farsi, it's for her ears alone.

"Oh wow, okay a talking bird." Tony snap points at the Corvinus, "That's awesome." Said as he tilts his head and makes a b-line around the crowds, "That thing just told me to meditate, Pepper, I don't know how I'm suppose to feel about this…" He's got a strained look on his face as he speaks quietly to his assistant, then turns to look at the gathered group of refugees of his car give away.

"Alright, so we had an interesting night. Not exactly the party I had in mind, but mistakes were made, not all of them mine. The bird thing has a point, life lessons, meditation.." He takes a breath like he's about to say something and blows it out.

"Red Bull, yes. Yes I have lots of that. JARVIS, get this man a Red Bull." Waving his fingers around, "Anyways, I'm sorry. Thought I was doing something nice, turns out New York is… not ready for that. I get it, I would have bum rushed too. We're just people, people with needs. And… now, if you'll talk to the people in Legal, all those needs are going to be sorted out." Point point pointing them out, then he points at Lucky, "Your name sounds familiar, do I know you?"

***

Sam gives Lucky a penetrating look. "You're a little young for a half colonel," he comments. "You sure you're okay?" he taps one temple pointedly. The man was wearing old-age makeup out on the street and apparently having a flashback. It's pretty strange behavior, even without Wolfson's comments about the man's aura.

Tony gets a befuddled but less accusing look, before Sam glances around the room. "Who's Jarvis, exactly? Because I'm really going to need to know who is bringing me that energy drink." To shake his hand or give him a hug, from the looks of things.

***

"Yes we do" Lucky says with a bit of a bob of his head, and a smile towards each of the people in his surroundings. Though as he says the next few words he seems half expecting to be laughed out of the place, being as he looks about in his mid twenties, "I did some work with your father,". Though he seems still not incredibly sure of what to think of the others he's standing in the midst of.

***

The avianoid tilts its head and nods to Inara. "We are pleased to meet you again." The muttering causes it to blink a few times then cough a bit before it returns its head to 'true'.

It snap points right back. "It is not an easy process to begin, it is very individualistic, but if one would accept guidance on such things, this one is willing to provide such. And giving a sentient a vehicle today makes them a menace on the roads. Teaching them the engineering behind the creation of such a wonder will make them happy and productive for the rest of their lives."

There's a bit of a mirthful tone behind that last comment, that one might presume is some effort at humor.

***

Fenris does understand Farsi. And he snickers a bit and squeezes Inara a bit tighter.

"Pepper… I don't suppose you're still keeping that… Binder here." Because if she is and it's been in the building that long, it would go a long way toward explaining why everything went to hell in a handbasket out here. Corruptive magic is corruptive.

***

Pepper Potts looks ready to take a deep breath and tear into her boss, but … she doesn't. Instead she takes that deep breath and turns to smile and thank each person who helped, but then Fenris mentions a … Binder. She looks at him for a moment, but then instead of answering (perhaps because of Tony's presence?) she steps away from the little gathering to start doing the social PR thing and speaking with all of the people still gathered here waiting for their chances at the new cars slated to arrive soon.

Oh, and Dmitri is the one that brings Sam that Red Bull. Chilled. And he'll answer honestly that he isn't JARVIS, but not explain any further.

***

Eight peers back towards the entrance quietly. "Fenris, I am going to do things." Which, is very descriptive really. Anyway with that said, it gets going. Heading back towards it's motorcycle, because screw this walkin' shit for real.

***

"Thanks for the clarification, Dima, but you don't really look like a Jarvis anyway," Sam says wryly to the departing security guard. He pops the top on the can and guzzles avidly, then wipes his mouth on the back of one hand. Yes, one of the bloody hands! Geez. This is a no judgment zone, okay?

Speaking of which, Sam inclines his eyebrows at Stark. "Y'know, it's not actually a bad idea," he tells the billionaire. "It's a little 'let them eat cake' in the execution, but people do need help with transportation. Like, if you were handing out free MetroCards instead of free cars? No mob scene, no insurance payments, just people being able to get to work easier." He shrugs, then glances at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, it's a thought."

***

Fenris just chuckles and holds his hands out, making a mockery of space-time yet again. "Not a bad one either, however, I do have other places I must tend to today. Inara, do you wish to stay here or will you be coming."

***

"Hold on, there's a binder? Why haven't I heard about a binder?" Tony asks, Pepper is already walking off to salvage what ever possibly shred of his reputation can be from this, he's not expecting miracles, but it is Pepper Potts we're talking about. "Pepp- oh come on, how am I not in the know about this?" He doesn't seem really bent out of shape about it. Actually, he looks to have forgotten the second he looks over to Corvinus…

"So what you're saying is I should have given them engineering lessons?" He's not sure he follows the bird-thing's logic, but he grabs at the strings and weaves a pretty mean throw rug. "Look, things got out of hand, I get that…" Opening his hands in a defensive sort of shrug.

"You worked for my father?" Still a little upset, there's a lot of upset going on in the lobby right now. Upset is the general theme of all the eyes looking at him. And, just because it's a good timing for it, hundreds of pizzas are being carried in by diligent people at Papa Johns.

Pointing at Lucky, "Yeah, I'm sure you did tiger…" So many people talking to him at once, entirely too sober. "It is a thought." To Sam, snapping between peoples easily, if awkwardly, which is why he was hiding in the office. "One I'm going to think in great detail. Lesson learned, free cars bad, people not ready. Many many problems." Thumbing over his shoulder at the street.

***

Inara turns to Fenris when he calls, such a dutiful little wife. So unlike Pepper. She gives Tony one more glare, shaking her head as she once again speaks softly in her mother tongue. Fenris gets a smile though. "Let's go. Hyowta may babysit for free, but it's still not polite to keep her."

***

"Alternatively, entering your corporation into a partnership with the City of New York to provide high-speed light rail service at increased efficiency and reduced cost as well as reduced fares might go a bit further in terms of good will. That would be a humble suggestion from this one."

Where did *that* come from?

"Providing a college-level education in an applied science would enlighten them AND teach them fundamentals on a level that a mere chunk of metal could not. Opportunities, Mister Stark. Individuals need opportunities to grow and learn, not just things."

***

Lucky removes his hands from behind his back, nodding his head slightly. He allows the others to talk while he makes his way around the side of the table trying to think of anything. "Yes, I worked with him during the Vietnam War on several projects," Trying to get his voice heard over the rest of the conversation while not talking over anyone proving rather difficult.

***

One eyebrow raised, Sam glances sidelong at what he's coming to think of as the Buddha Bird, then back at Stark. "Right, yeah. You're the engineer, not me." He feels himself growing a little more relaxed and comfortable, partly from the effects of the Taurine, partly because no one is asking him to provide anyone emergency medical care, and partly because Fenris is leaving with the angry black cloud that seems to hover over his head at all times.

He gives Lucky another look, and asks, "So, is this a superpowers thing? Should you be calling yourself Young-Man or the Incredible De-Ager?"

***

Fenris smiles and steps through the portal with Inara, waving to everyone. When the portal closes the two are gone as if they have never been.

***

Tony snaps his attention back to Lucky and stares at him in about the serious of looks a Tony can muster. "Not now, you want to talk about the Vietnam War and how you hung out with my dad… appointment." Pointing towards whereever Pepper disappeared off to, vague direction, he really doesn't know where she went. "But let's bring the crazy down from eight to at least a three and a half.." Motioning around at the injured people.

"Annnnd big bird and Falcon… did you two plan this? Like two bird themed guys coming in together to offer advice on public metro transportation?" Fingers pointing back and forth between them. "Because it's a little weird. I'm not judging, birds are cool, just saying it's a little weird." The smile is back, he's relaxing, a little. All the while putting the plans for a metrocity clean energy transportation grid together in his mind.

The only reason he hasn't ditched this sad party for the sanctity of Jimmy Walker and his workshop upstairs is because he's ''kind of'' responsible for everyone getting hurt and he feels ''a little'' guilty.

***

The bird-thing-person tilts its head slightly then visibly relaxes as Fenris leaves. Though they have an understanding the fellow is still very off-putting.

"Corvinus. Or 'The Corvinus' if you're being formal, but you do not need to feel compelled to such. And no plan. When enlightenment exists, inspiration can strike at odd angles. When all of the angles are covered, one has a complete whole. When one has the resources and all of the angles covered, that is a symmetry that expresses itself in perfection, is it not?"

***

Sam massages one temple wearily as Buddha Bird offers up another Koan, then glances flatly at Tony. "You really think the two of us are a double act?" he asks pointedly. "I'm not a bird person. I've got a jetpack with wings on it. Totally different."

***

He glances over at Lucky again, then says reluctantly, "Well, I've gone bowling with a couple of World War II vets, and got my ass handed to me." He shrugs and gestures vaguely at Lucky. "Your story may be weird, but I'm not gonna rule it out. Quite yet."

**

"No, I just can't seem to die" He says in a rather normal sounding voice "I got hit by a buss on Monday, and woke up in a morgue on Tuesday about fifty years younger," his voice sounding like he almost half doesn't believe it himself as he says it, not really too afraid to talk about it at the moment. He's either crazy enough that he believes this himself or it really happened by the honesty in his voice. "I know it sounds crazy but I got shot in the chest five times from point blank range with a desert eagle, and just stood back up"

***

"These things are possible. Technology can do amazing things these days." The bird-thing glances at Tony for a moment to underline its point then shrugs. "What should be more important is what one does with this opportunity, and how does one grow from it?"

***

Tony turns slowly, heel to heel switching so that he's facing Lucky. The smile on his face is easy going, easy on the eyes, and the one taken when someone is about to explain how to turn the lights on to their little brother. "Kay." He says stressing the 'ay', "When I said, dial back the crazy… wasn't cus I thought you were crazy." Side mouth talking with a point at the injured, somewhat frightened because Fenris is frightening, and there's a black bird person standing around them, people. "It was for them. Who probably, and I'm reaching, don't want to hear about the forever man. Even if you were hit by a bus, which I'm sure you were."

Stark takes a deep breath and looks around, eyes widening thoughtfully, "Well alright. Obligatory period of remorseful facetime, check… If you need more Red Bull, we got plenty."

He turns and points to Corvinus, "I'm going to call you CorCor." Point to Falcon, "Falcon, come by sometime. You're wearing things that I built and I'm curious as to why." Point to

Lucky, "Make an appointment, seriously."

He slips around everyone with his teeth clinched and lips peeled back, and starts towards the elevators to the penthouse, booze, and his workshop. "Everyone else…" Pause.

"Sorry." The elevators open, Tony steps in, doors close.

"JARVIS, open the arc reactor file mark zero. Move it to a new file, transport version one."

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