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Crash landing is the only way to make an entrance.
Who: Tony Stark, and anyone who comes across him.
Where: Somewhere on the front lawns.
When: July 2
Rating: G most likely
Summary: Tony arrives.
[Tony remembers hitting the ground, he also remembers JARVIS trying to tell him something was interfering with the suit. Everything between these two events are hazy]
...JARVIS?
Sir?
Where are we? And how did something manage to down the suit without touching it?
I am unable to pin point our location, sir. There is no data on what caused the suit to fail. Apart from superficial scratches, it seems that the thrusters are currently offline.
Well fix it, JARVIS.
It seems to be wiring damage, there's nothing I can do, sir.
Good thing we're on the ground then.
[Tony sits up on his elbows and looks around the area, seeing a building not too far away, then he slowly gets up. Opening his mask and looking down at the scratches]
When we get back to the tower, I really need to work on a paint that's harder to scratch off.
Keeping focused on the priorities, like always, sir.
Just focus on finding out where we are, JARVIS.
It may take some time.
I don't care, do it.
At once, sir.
Where: Somewhere on the front lawns.
When: July 2
Rating: G most likely
Summary: Tony arrives.
[Tony remembers hitting the ground, he also remembers JARVIS trying to tell him something was interfering with the suit. Everything between these two events are hazy]
...JARVIS?
Sir?
Where are we? And how did something manage to down the suit without touching it?
I am unable to pin point our location, sir. There is no data on what caused the suit to fail. Apart from superficial scratches, it seems that the thrusters are currently offline.
Well fix it, JARVIS.
It seems to be wiring damage, there's nothing I can do, sir.
Good thing we're on the ground then.
[Tony sits up on his elbows and looks around the area, seeing a building not too far away, then he slowly gets up. Opening his mask and looking down at the scratches]
When we get back to the tower, I really need to work on a paint that's harder to scratch off.
Keeping focused on the priorities, like always, sir.
Just focus on finding out where we are, JARVIS.
It may take some time.
I don't care, do it.
At once, sir.
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Who ever he was, Tony knew he wasn't going to any lengths to try and get him to trust him. Somehow, he respected him for this.
"I've never waited to be allowed to leave in my life. Why should I start now? And my expertise, scientific or otherwise comes with a consulting fee that this place could never afford."
Tony adjusts his hold on his helmet, before looking back at the other man.
"Also considering my achievements I think it's at an appropriate inflation. I have fantastic PSI for my ego."
He might by narcissistic and egotistical, but none of it was undeserving.
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He smiles a little broader. "Sherlock Holmes. I've been here since February this time around."
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"Wow, your parents must be real big Doyle fans, huh."
Tony thinks it seems a little weird that he's apparently in a world that matches a story book world, and then meets a man who is named after and acts like a fiction character. Maybe that's why he felt so familiar to him. But then if the person in front of him was fictional, what if he...
But then again, no. There's no way something like that could happen.
Tony began to wonder if he's actually just sleeping off a really big party he had... That he couldn't remember attending.
"February... If you're bored already then there really mustn't be anything to do here."
He decided to focus on something else before things got too existential for him to deal with.
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"Five months in a limited location without much in the way of murder or mystery outside the events and locale would make most people bored. Luxury is only interesting when it's a rarity. Neither of us fall into that category. The novelty of getting everything you want at the drop of a hat--save your freedom--will wear even quicker for you than for others. So, what's your drug of choice?"
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"I've been finding luxury interesting my whole life, for the record. I've perfected the art of occupying my time."
He tapped his suit, after all. Aside from it's first incarnation being a product of necessity, everything leading up to the mark VII had been him improving on the last model. Due to his need to always be better, his inventors heart, and his need to do something with his time.
Tony gave Sherlock a studied look. He knew there was no point in feigning ignorance with him.
"You've already... Yeah I'm going to say deduced, enough about me. I'll let you come to the conclusion on your own."
Tony shifted his weight, he was very curious as to how the other was going to figure it out from looking at him in his suit.
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"Everything and anything. For a time. Older and wiser doesn't really cover it so much as 'been there, done that'. Alcohol it is then--the everyday man obsession but with an expensive twist. The vendors will be more agreeable than the closet in that case. Once tried to get a 18th century merlot; ended up with a bargain-bin red. The lab equipment is fine, though. Physicist? You're not our first but as far as I know, Philip hasn't set up any sort of working laboratory for applied sciences."
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Tony wasn't going to dispute or reward the other's accuracy. They both knew he was right. And he got the feeling that he was used to being rewarded for stating somewhat hidden facts.
"Engineer; mechanical and electrical. At least at first, but hey, it's not like physics, biology, theoretical astrophysics, or any of the other disciplines I have were hard to pick up."
His tone was a careless mix of bragging and stating of basic facts. Tony had once been called a knowledge sponge, and really that was one of the nicer things that he had been called there were accurate about his person.
"I've had you tell me mine, so how about you share your bad habits? Though I think I have a pretty good idea."
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Or bored enough to try to be.
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He shrugged a little. He had no problems talking about his name of what he does, Tony kept many secrets however most of them were things he'd found out about others, very little about himself was hidden away from others.
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Tony shifted his weight again. He was never one for sitting still without something to work on.
"Wait, 'both', 'tours'? That means you've been here twice. So you left then? And I here you gave me the impression that we couldn't leave."
Things were starting to look up again.
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Sherlock shrugs his face. As much as he would love to devote every waking hour to the mystery, he's been assured all it would do it land him in the grave thanks to his bad habits.
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Tony thinks for a second, then rubs a hand thoughtfully across his chin and mouth. Before looking down at his alloy glove. Getting out of here would be tricky it seems. It was going to be a challenge that he was going to take on slowly.
"Don't think you've distracted me from getting your confirmation on your poison. Time to unbutton that coat and flash me with it. I showed you mine after all"
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"Interesting that you're so interested in my faults. Well, interesting so much as that your curiosities don't lie in a want to feel superior or use such information against me somehow. It's tit for tat. That's fine." In fitting with Tony's suggestion, he rolls up his left sleeve ad offers the crook of his elbow. The marks there are feint but the fact that he is showing the sensitive patch of skin in this context has answers track marks aren't necessary to fill in. "My other faults are as obvious to you as yours are to me I'm sure."
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"I claim to be a recovering alcoholic. It's hard to feel superior to a junkie, when you crawl into the bottom of a bottle most nights. But yeah, the rest are obvious enough. So able to fix here? Or are you forced to take to my more liver-destroying habits?"
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He tapped the front of his suit.
Tony was more than comfortable talking about his darker side, mostly because his darker side had been all over the news and youtube ever since he was 18. So really it was no different to talking about the weather for him.
"So, does this place have a cafeteria? Or is the food come out of closest too? Because really, I'm getting a need for corndogs."
With Tony finding himself at a comfortable stand point with Sherlock, he had decided that this was a time to reward themselves with food.
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He starts to escort him there, eyes fixed on the glowing circle.
"Is that what keeps you alive?"
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"This is starting to become some kind of English Stark Trek to me right now."
He glances down at the reactor, then looks at Sherlock.
"What makes you think it keeps me alive?"
It have been several designs ago since Tony relied on the reactor in his chest to power his suit. In order to minimise the risk to his life, he had built reactors into his suits.
But seeing as the sharp eyed man had felt compelled to ask the question despite knowing nothing about who he actually was. Tony was curious as to how he came to the conclusion.
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"You called your 'costume' a prosthesis. A full body prosthesis hardly sounds like the sort of thing one undertakes for fun. It's not really a word people misuse so the suit must perform a vital task to either your mobility or life--in your case both as I imagine prolonged immobility would not be an option for you. Still, if your areas of immobility were your legs or arms, a full suit would not be required making it most likely that the location of your body that requires medical technology is your torso as you hold your head too steady for it to be a case of neck down paralysis. So an injury or congenial deficiency of an organ it is, nearly all of which would make the suit life saving in its capacity as a prosthesis." He eyes him again. "It's quite an extreme measure for a liver or even a kidney and your breathing has been deep and healthy so I imagine it's to do with your heart. Am I wrong?"
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"I call it a prosthesis so government types can't take the suit away from me. This is just a highly mobile battle suit, pressurised so I can fly in the upper atmosphere, or get a few hundred metres below sea level."
Tony paused for a second.
"There's another one of these, though."
He taps the glowing chest piece.
"You're right about my heart. There's shrapnel in my body, that if it gets into my heart will bring about the tragic end to genius billionaire philanthropist play boy, Tony Stark. I have an electromagnet in my chest powered by a revised version of the arc reactor my dad designed."
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All deduction is based on known principles of the world he comes from and any deviation in science or mater makes for unstable assumptions. It's one of the many reasons he is not enjoying his stay on an intellectual level. Though the variety is at least in some ways fascinating.
"But a battle suit you say... well, certainly not worried about camouflage. Quite the opposite. You're an icon of justice. Well, you said you have a price so what is it?"
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Tony gives a loud but indifferent sniff.
"My price is more than most government expenditure can allow for"
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He has no idea what SHIELD is but by the name and the fact that Tony is involved with it, it must be an organization for people of similar conflict management skills. He's pretty sure he can guess what sorts of things they might have in a file on him. Not entirely different from what he knows his files with the Yard say about him.
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Tony gave him a smirk. He knew first hand what people would do for money, even when they had more than they needed in the first place. To him the adage 'money makes the world go round' was a fact more than it was a cynical saying.
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