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Temba Beach Party!

WHO: EVERYONE!!
WHERE: Temba Beach
WHAT: BEACH PARTY TIME!!
WHEN: noooooooow
Notes: Mix & Match the prompts as desired. Any format goes!
WARNINGS: Pride Birbs. It's Pride month. So. PRIDE BIRBS! Oh. And you may add your own warning labels to the respective threads, I suppose.

Isn't it amazing what people can achieve when several come together and pool their ideas and resources for a shared goal?

It certainly is in Jon's eyes, whose innate lack of creativity originally has gone as far as bringing some blankets to the beach and hoping for a good mood. What has ended up being set up on the bluish, almost purple sand of the beach is far beyond anything he would have imagined and he won't deny being glad he has reached out over the network with his little suggestion.

Of Barbecues, Grills and other Beverages

Do you remember Cobb asking for a grill to be made for him? Right. That grill can be found at the party. Kyle has offered to prepare burgers to be grilled along with whatever meat selection the diner has to offer and Clarice is the person to thank for the home made ice pops, created from native fruits such as glueberries and mangourd. Of course these are kept fresh under a parasol and in an insulated box mostly buried into the sun. That's how the majority of the drinks offered at this party are being kept cool as well.

If you want to catch one of those fat green lobsters roaming the beach as well and toss it onto the grill, you sure can try.

INTO THE OCEAN!!

You better bring your swimwear, because jumping into the water is an option. No actually dangerous creatures are this close to the shore, making swimming or potential swimming lessons very much possible.

Tony also ensured there is a little kiddie pool for the babies. And Cobb.

Someone brought an inflatable Eyeball?

Before anyone asks, it wasn't Jon. But it's there. An inflatable eye beach ball.

Any questions? Yes? Good.

Lounging in the Shade & Music

Parasols, blankets and a guitar borrowed from Cayde's bar. Sit down, relax, chat. And if you know how to play this instrument, you're very welcome to do so.

Let there be BIRBS

Have you wondered yet why those birds are in the banner for this party? It's because they are here.

At first they linger in the trees near the beach, watching and squawking and being colorful parrots. As a little time passes, they leave the safety of their trees and start coming over, sitting on parasols, hopping curiously between this oddly large amount of people gathering at their beach and in all likelihood attempting to steal a snack or two.

But if you pay close attention, you can also observe them swooping down at the nearby lobsters, easily picking them up and carry them back into the nearby forest. Apparently these birds aren't just colorful and curious they also hunt lobsters. Who could have known...

Don't forget the Caves

Actually not far from our little party waits the entrance to the caves. Take a wrong turn in them and you will find yourself in a large chamber filled with those energy crystals that make all your technology glow and go insane or result in your powers to fluctuate greatly. Take the right turn, and you find yourself at those mysterious hot springs only few know about.

To be fair, the actual party is at the beach, but who knows when the need for some privacy arises.

When it gets Dark we gather around the Rainbow Colored Fire Pit

While set up at the edge of the gathering, the fire pit Tony and Cayde have set up to have a bonfire in easily is one of the center pieces of the party. Benches and seats either brought over from Temba or crafted from different material are set up around it and once the sun begins to set and the bonfire gets lit along with the many torches set up around the party, the invitation to remain a little longer couldn't be clearer.

There's more to it than just a cozy fire, a pleasant atmosphere and the company of friends. Next to the fire pit sits a small box. In that box, wrapped in plain tissue paper, are what at first glance are little more than lumps of wax. But mixed into this wax are different chemicals and tossing these into the pit will result in the fire burning with different colors or even sparkle. Way to set the mood and linger as the party winds down.

Due to health concerns Jon does not recommend cooking any food over the chemically altered flames, thank you.

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Tony's expression suggested that he took that as something of a suggestion, tongue between his teeth as he flashed Jon a not at all reassuring smirk. It might take being a little mean to make sure Jon was exploring the dark corners of the city with Tony, instead of skulking around on his own, being attacked by spiders and tempting himself with the caves.

"Do you think that's all it takes? You can scare yourself, done deal?" he prompted. That would be an annoyingly obvious solution for Tony to have missed this whole time, but he hadn't spent much of his problem-solving considering changing Jon's behaviour or comfort by much. Deliberately frightening him didn't sound ideal, so Tony still looked skeptical that it was a worthwhile solution.

"It's not ideal." Jon admits, tipping his head a little to one side. "And not quite as simple as you make it sound, I'm afraid. The Eye is curious and seeks to observe and experience things and fears it doesn't know yet. I have kept it fairly satisfied by exploring the city and any alien planet we came to, giving it new things to know and sometimes new dreadful experiences to learn about."

Jon turns the mutilated sandwich in his hands thoughtfully. "You know what's funny? It can't even comprehend any of these things it learns. It only knows. It's piling pure information without being capable of bringing any sense to it. It needs me to understand these things in its place."

When Tony gave it some thought, he did see how there might have been some things he technically knew but didn't understand, and also how hungry that made him to get to the understanding. Over Jon's shoulder, he clicked his tongue thoughtfully, tipping his head back to look up at the alien stars and the sparks that the fire threw out among them, all containing a multitude of new, strange and most probably dreadful experiences for Jon to explore, if they were allowed to reach them. In some ways, this situation that they had been dragged into did seem ideal to Tony, despite Jon's despondence. It didn't sound as likely that Tony would have the opportunity to invite Jon to explore the stars with him if they had never left their respective Earths. Space travel didn't seem to be on Jon's radar.

"Like the cave," he provided. "Or when you got your...DDoS attacks." In fact, it sounded like the caves could be a very different experience for Jon now that he already knew, as far as Tony understood it. "Are you sure it needs you to understand? That could be just...you." That didn't make it any easier to deal with, Tony was sure, but maybe some awareness could grant some serenity.

DDoS attacks sure is one way to describe that overload of information and the comparison makes Jon chuckle softly for a moment. But Tony's assumption may not be wrong. Jon has acquired a great deal of control over his powers by now.

"It probably doesn't, right. I still prefer to make sense of what's happening. For the Eye I'm... A focus. One to control its power." And feed it. "I admit I'm surprised I haven't lost them when-" And Jon cuts off there with a little squirmy motion. Would it have been better to just lose them? Tony certainly would be less concerned about him had he just shown back up entirely human.

Leaning his own head back and fully against Tony's shoulder, Jon casts the man a gently apologetic look. "I'm sorry I keep presenting you complicated issues." The words are less an apology and rather a promise to make up for Tony's efforts somehow.

The uncomfortable squirming made Tony tense with an expectant frown, free hand tented in the sand where it had dropped and waiting for Jon to draw away with the regret of how much he was letting Tony know, so when Jon leaned his weight back Tony readily welcomed him with a pat down his shoulder where Tony's restless fingers could resume their work against the soft underside of his arm. If he would stay, Tony would stop pressing him; Tony didn't have to always be the one to spoil a nice day, and hadn't entirely spent his playful energy on everyone else.

"Please, this is nothing," he tried to dismiss, like he wasn't obviously out of his element. "Hawkeye wants arrows that explode but don't make a sound, Wasp needs a helmet that doesn't ruin her hair, Quicksilver's looking for someone to tell him that suit was a good choice..." Alright, not entirely out of his element. The magic thing wasn't Tony's scene, but he was no stranger to making impossible realities and solving difficult problems, and no one else thought he deserved and apology for putting himself in that position. He flicked a finger up, to invite Jon to consider the stars with him as he continued, "Most of the people I've run into as an Avenger have no idea how to deal with their powers, and are trying to figure out their place in the universe. The ones that end up on the team--that's one of the most gratifying parts of the whole thing."

The stars, right. Jon has often looked up at them and tried to spot anything familiar. Which has been a somewhat foolish thing to attempt since he knows none of these stars and planets and constellations were among those visible from Earth.

They were still pretty to look at.

Hearing Tony speak behind him, that low rumble of his voice so close to his ear being both soothing as well as reassuring: Tony won't simply push him away. And this reassurance from within is just as warm as the fire before them. "How has the team building been going so far?"

It wasn't clear what Jon intended by the question, and at first, Tony's hand on his arm drew gingerly away and Tony seemed to hold his breath. He had never been the Avenger to inspire the others to the gates of hell; that was Wanda, who had clearly been avoiding him since he got here, and Cap, who resolutely refused to return despite the Agrii finding it prudent to send them another of his not-so-boyish partners. What was it about Bucky? What Tony could offer with confidence was a flick out toward the beach, where these people plucked out of their lives from across the multiverse and who had no reason to trust each other, had shared food and played like the world here hadn't already ended. "You have that under control," Tony pointed out.

"Let's call it a team effort." Jon decides while taking hold of that indecisive hand. As much as Tony tries to give the credit to him, this day wouldn't have been nearly as successful as it has been without the work so many others have put into it. And this has included Tony as well.

While Tony's hand in Jon's was clearly tense, he didn't immediately make to draw it away and deliberately tried to release the pressure, from his anxious glance around the fire and from the guilt that he had read into Jon's question and Jon's hold was clearly trying to redirect, in a sigh breathed down Jon's shoulder. He slipped away slightly, hooking one finger around Jon's instead, and he thanked Jon for his inclusion in the team in an abrupt kiss to his hair; not mechanically different than the one Tony had delivered before, but functionally more intimate, in Tony's estimation. It wasn't like anyone didn't know anymore, it had been made very clear to Tony that he didn't have the luxury of hiding, but that didn't make it feel any better to be exposed.

"Do you want to find out which esteemed member of the team blows their hand off with a firework first?" he offered, low and sultry near Jon's ear like he wasn't presenting an opportunity to mangle the beachgoers, the growing slant of his smirk clear in his voice.

Tony's voice this close to his ear is undoubtedly pleasing to Jon, especially combined with Tony not having entirely let go of his hand. It's the words that have him blink and glance back at Tony. "You brought fireworks?" Maybe he shouldn't be too surprised if Tony did indeed bring fireworks. But this is the first time Jon hears them mentioned.

"I hope no one does get hurt! By whichever means." Not today, not ever if possible.

Tony's answer was a very self-satisfied grin, sure that shouldn't have even been a question. Jon should have been very aware of what a fan Tony was of fireworks, and he had already done half the work for Tony with his colour-changing compounds. It had been a team effort, which Jon should have been proud of.

Tony gave Jon's hand a tug of warning so Tony could bounce up to his feet, then tip his head back toward the scattered mess that Tony had made of his things around the tent to invite Jon to come along and make his safety assessment. "We'll handle them very professionally," Tony blatantly lied. "And if it looks like its going off the rails, we'll give them to Cayde."

"You want to trust Cayde with explosives?" Jon asks with a hint of bemused teasing in his voice as he follows Tony away from the fire to the tent that he now can only assume to having been converted to a storage area for these fireworks. When has that even happened?

Granted, it could have happened when Jon has been busy enjoying his time in the water or during the general madness of that water fight taking place all over the beach.

"Alright. How dangerous did you make them? Do I need to worry?"

"Cayde is an explosive. You have to lean into it," Tony replied with confidence, kicking away a watergun that had been dropped in his path to the tent. It had been something of a storage area since Tony had arrived, at first just a self-contained bubble that Tony had popped up into place and secured with a few spikes into the ground where it started to turn from sand to solid earth the night before, then rapidly overtaken when Tony haphazardly deposited his stuff. By then, the clothes that he had been wearing during the water fight were still damp and hanging in a tree overhead, but the guns themselves were scattered through the sand like they had been tossed vaguely in the right direction as they had been used up. Inside the tent, still pinned open, there were obviously several water bottles that Tony had brought, and some bundles of what could have been clothes. Tony drew one of those out, revealing that it was one of his sweaters, and immediately forgot about it as he rolled back up onto his feet to turn back to Jon. With the fire behind him, Tony could see clearly where the shirt hung wide and generous around his body, and Tony impulsively slid a hand under the fabric to smooth along the line of Jon's waist and around his back with a smile, leaving him holding the bundle of his sweater between them. "Did I tell you yet how exquisite you are today?" he muttered, and it was mostly genuine and only a little bit because Tony wasn't sure exactly how volatile the explosives that he held were.

Jon either hasn't noticed or not paid any attention to these bundles before, but now he is, and he blinks at the first one Tony pulls out, mouth half open for a moment, then letting it fall shut again once the hand slides around his body. Pulling his brows up despite the telling hint of flustered color creeping onto his cheeks, Jon looks up at Tony with a testing little smirk. "I believe you called me overdressed."

He lets his eyes drop to the bundle Tony is keeping between them and raises one of his hands to put it on top of the fabric, giving it a single pat. He recognizes that sweater, of course. "So we are leaning into this now, are we." It's all about the explosives.

It was Tony's turn to start to open his mouth, only to snap it shut again with his nose wrinkled in confusion and his own wry grin. "First of all, yes, and it's very annoying," he said, because Jon might have looked cute on the beach but would have been undoubtedly cuter if Tony's fingers wandering back over the jut of Jon's hip and tickling gently down his belly didn't have to stop at the waistband of his shorts. "And second of all, if that's you trying to flirt with me," Tony continued, because he genuinely wasn't sure what Jon meant, "I appreciate the effort, but you really should be taking this seriously. These aren't toys, you know. Focus."

Rolling his eyes in a somewhat theatrical way while doing his best not to react to those tickling fingers, Jon wraps his arms around the bundle with a stubborn pout to relieve Tony of his apparent burden. "I'm not the one that has his hands all over you, I believe."

He takes a step back as if to prove his point - Or maybe it's meant as punishment. Whatever it is, Jon keeps the bundle securely in his arms. "Are there more than these?"

With his fireworks purloined and Jon stepping away, Tony could only sulk, bereft, hands to himself. They didn't last there, one immediately jumping up to thumb back toward the tent to announce, "One more of those, if the first one doesn't knock you out. Give me ten minutes, I'll bring you some more, boss, I've got a technical overcharge applied to making things that blow up. It's a talent."

The sulking is met with a look of innocence as Jon looks down at the bundle he is carrying and then glances up and back at Tony without raising his head to properly look at him before giving a small nod.

"Right. That's not a ridiculous amount at least. I suppose- A little further to the water for setting them up." He says with a small nod and then turns to move towards says water. Getting any of these near the bonfire just feels like a tremendously bad idea.

Tony was a few steps behind Jon then as they came back past the fire pit from the darkened treeline and toward the gentle lap of the water, looking very much like he was cautiously stalking after Jon despite the attempt at casually tucking his fidgeting hands into his pockets. The game they were playing, or what he was meant to do to recover from this punishment, after Jon's coy looks was not clear yet to Tony, and he didn't entirely trust Jon not to throw the whole bundle into the water. There were a dozen fireworks in there, and a set of matches that weren't that easy to make, so he kept his distance as he said, "Sorry for the disappointment, I put most of that ridiculous into the water guns, I really thought that was going to have a bigger impact."

Giving a small chuckle and a shake of his head, Jon kneels down into the sand and places the bundle down before carefully unpacking it. "Everyone loved the water guns, Tony. Don't apologize for giving your friends some very much needed joy." And it has been needed. This day of not having to worry about their alien captors. At least Jon still likes to believe that.

He picks up one of the fireworks first, then notices the matches and sets the explosive back down to pick these up instead, head tilting curiously. "You didn't bring these back from Coruscant." An observation rather than a question.

Some of the devices in the bundle just looked like dynamite, with a fuse at one end and an entirely untreated stick that it was tied to. Others very much looked like small rockets, heavy based to stand on their own and with distinct chambers and wells to be ignited. Between them and the water guns, Tony was very much in his natural element, and breathed a laugh of relief that it had so far resulted in joy instead of war crimes.

"Ah--no," he said, risking straying closer to lean over Jon as long as they were chatting and Jon didn't seem to be testing him, to see what he was wondering about. "The lighter fluid I made is mostly the juice of that red fruit, insanely combustible, found that out in a very normal way, but, so--I left that, the lighter, at the library, in that room with the big table, for now. Uh." That only kind of explained the matches, Tony did realize, and didn't explain the lighter, either, not directly. "I made those before I had the parts for the lighter. And it's still easier to light the forge when we're yanked away for a couple weeks and no one is around to keep it on. Really is a pain. I don't know how they expect us to get anything done around here."

Jon follows the explanations with interest, turning the matches around a few times to properly inspect them before turning his head towards Tony. "You made a lighter and fluid for it and left it at the library." He sums up, his expression no less curious than before. Then a little smirk adds itself to it. "You weren't planning on burning my library down, were you?" He's teasing. But he also picks up one of the little rockets, smirk softening back into a warm smile. "It's really impressive that you made all this, Tony. Let's try them."

"For--now," Tony started haltingly, not sure how to explain that he didn't know where else to put it, and was very glad for Jon giving him the opportunity to snort and promise, "Only with passion." He held his hand to his heart for a moment then, hoping that wasn't the kind of thing Jon actually anticipated anyone he trusted doing to him more than once in his life, appreciating Jon's smirk but still unable to conceptualize that kind of trauma and how it manifested. Maybe Tony wasn't supposed to joke back about it yet.

Once again very happy to have the distraction, Tony finally knelt down with Jon to start drawing out the fireworks as well, and swept out a trench in the sand to line them up next to each other. He did have a system and it was a good excuse to busy his hands until he was fairly confident he wasn't so obviously touched by Jon's compliment. "Those colours you were playing with were easy to work with. They just needed a delivery system," he said, but shot Jon a quick smile of appreciation as he pointed out the fuse meant to connect them in a row. They didn't have a computer out here to mechanize the process, so they were going to have to do it the old fashioned way.

That promise earns Tony a silently mouthed 'Oh!' in response. The concerns Tony holds privately may not be entirely unfounded, and Jon would appreciate them if he were aware of them. For now he just nods his approval before directing his attention to Tony beginning to set up the fireworks.

It is, indeed, a very simple and logical setup and he is quick to pick up and help Tony with it. "So you're saying that this is yet another collaboration." Jon offers, his tone light. "Did I tell you that I had to close off the basement when I was working with that stuff? The cats were drawn to it as if it were catnip."

They were really racking up those collaborations, almost like they worked well together, and Tony breathed a soft laugh and bumped his shoulder to Jon's for it. "They were?" he asked with some baffled surprise, having never really thought about how the mothcats might be taking any of Jon's chemical experimentations and if there was a point where it was actually dangerous for the animals to be coexisting like that. Once Tony had accepted that it didn't seem to be dangerous for Jon, he had stopped thinking about it. "Maybe that's why she followed you home in the first place, she could smell the chemistry on you. Very cerebral animals, mothcats, lots of respect for the hard sciences," he said as he stretched up onto his feet again, leaving Jon to finish the arrangement as he appeared to have picked it up quickly. His robe went whispering off of his shoulders, pooling in the dark sand and leaving Tony in the gold skin that he had been swimming in. "Addictive personalities, though, the whole group of them, you should talk to them about that," he observed.

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