revivalproject | delivery

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delivery

WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

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Universal permission. I should be in a museum. Hey, just checking, I'm having trouble reading the transcript, I didn't blow that offer for a basket, right?

[A beat.]

Are you most women?

You still get a basket. I'm not withdrawing the basket.

( Sansa shrugs a little. )

I admire beautiful things the same as anyone else.

A boat, a baby-cart and a mirror, then.

Now, now. I said I admired beautiful things. You seem to think you're beautiful, don't you?

I know I am, but I can't be there all the time. Did you want to paint a portrait of me? I can't promise I'll stand still for that long, you'll have to keep me occupied. And I'm shy, have I mentioned that before? I'd feel much better if you stripped down with me, so I wasn't alone.

It's not meant to be, then. I only bare myself for men who take me to bed. I do have trouble believing you're shy, though. You couldn't possibly be shy, Tony.

Caught me.

[He's grinning like there was a chance he could have convinced James that he's shy.]

I'll have to get someone else to do the painting for you then. And maybe your Soldier could do one of you for me.

I'm not sure that James is going to paint me naked for public consumption, Mr. Stark.

[But he is allowed to paint her.]

It's for a very private collector, I assure you, Mrs. Stark.

One day, you'll see what you've been asking about and you won't be nearly as satisfied with it as you're imagining it to be. The mind makes things more beautiful than they often are in truth.

No sense in bothering with a painting, though. You could send me a...what do you call them? Photo? From your device? Then I don't need to go view a painting.

[He's clutching his heart, devastated that she obviously has no idea what she's talking about, and falling back into what he must have called his 'place to sleep' in despair that she did not recognize her own eternal radiance.

It's not an easy mood to sell as he starts to laugh in surprise.]

In the 21st century, we call those nudes, and I assure you that only ladies of the highest societies ask for them.

[He's in a good position to give her a taste, is that what this is? A safe bit of play for her where he can't actually touch her, so it's kosher? And he raises the phone over his head enough to capture the tease of his stomach as he nudged his shirt up, then tugged his waistband down the inside of his hip, only to stop there with a wink.]

I'd gladly send you a catalogue if I didn't think your boyfriend was fully capable of ripping my dick off. I've made that mistake before, I'm a fast learner: don't leave a paper trail.

( Sansa looks carefully as he moves his phone and things do stop before she gets more than just a taste of what is actually under his clothes. Hmm. )

I don't have a boyfriend, you know. We aren't like that. It's not that kind of relationship. You'd be disappointed if I showed you the same, though. I'm still soft from James.

Uh huh.

[Tony definitely believes this, she just named her baby after him and immediately moved him into her house. Normal stuff.]

Lady, from the bottom of my heart, the only disappointing thing about you is that weird glownie smell you have going on all of the time.

( Sansa looks around for a moment to make sure she isn't going to be seen and closes her bedroom door before lying down and untying her dressing gown to let it slide off her left shoulder. She's a little more used to this because of breastfeeding but the baby isn't here and it's just her. She tilts her device just a little bit. )

If you can't see anything, too bad.

[This...has taken an unexpected turn. Is it because of the gifts? Is having Bucky around getting her all bothered but he's not giving her enough attention? Tony might have to intervene there, but for now he has to tread carefully.]

Oh my god, what is that?

[In his defense, she set herself up for it.]

Kidding! I'm kidding. You're perfect. You're wonderful. James is a lucky man. The baby, I mean, but, I don't know, I'm not judgemental. Do you...are you okay?

( Sansa blushes a little because this did not go the way she intended it to. She shouldn't have expected anything different - everything is a joke to Tony - but she thought it might be a little different. )

Yes. I'm fine, thank you. You could have just complimented me without the joke, you know. I don't just do this. I've never done this, actually, but I got a little bold since you showed me.

Sorry, honestly, I know this isn't your thing so I'm just a little worried you're having some kind of breakdown--

[Maybe not the time. If Pepper had suddenly sent him racy pictures after all of his flirting, though, he would be concerned, too. Something changed, and Sansa was going through a lot.]

You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I bet you even taste like strawberry milk. You're right, it's a privilege, thank you.

I'm not having a breakdown, I'm being a woman. You have to show more now. I showed far more than you did, after all.

( Sansa doesn't move her dressing gown back to cover her, just gets more comfortable. )

Yes, ma'am.

[Tony nods sharply and starts to laugh, but before he can obey he has to make sure of something.]

Listen, if you just need-- if you're feeling like you have to check in and there's something you can't tell yourself, you can send me a message, any time, day or night. I'll tell you every wonderful thing I've been thinking about you. We can have a codeword, if you like.

( A codeword for compliments. Sansa isn't sure when or why she'd need something like that but perhaps she will, at some point, when she's not feeling so well. She nods quickly. )

All right. A codeword, then. Little Bird used to be my nickname. No one here knows it and I'm not sure Tyrion even knew it. He might have known it but no longer. So if I tell you about a little bird, then that can be your sign.

['Little Bird' is so cute that, for a second, Tony looks more adoring for this gift than her furtively slipping her robe off of her shoulder, but he has to express that by figuring out how much of his dick she is asking to see. This is slightly humiliating in a way he didn't expect.]

Is this a nipple for a nipple? The exchange rate doesn't seem fair.

[His giggling is distracted as he very seriously tries to adjust his shirt flatteringly, keeping his wrist pressed to the scar over his heart where he gathers the fabric, until he's satisfied he's achieved a reasonable Men's Health cover shot and gilds it with a dazzling smile. He knows this isn't really what she is asking for, and lifts his chin in a challenge.]

( Sansa rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She fiddles with the belt of her dressing gown so it parts a little more and while her right side is still covered, her belly is bared and an adjustment of the right side allows her to bare her left thigh. )

Go on. You can do better than that. Men walk around with their shirts off all the time. That isn't even remotely naked.

Are you just doing this to find out whose dick is bigger? We both already know it's yours.

[He still hasn't really worked out what this is about, but Tony's camera goes dark for a beat while he has to hold it against his chest, like he can hug this image of her into his heart. He can still be heard, muffled:]

How could you even think you're a disappointment? You're a vision, you're radiant, you are here right now as a balm for all of us in this wretched place.

I'm not the Maiden herself, Tony. It's nice you think all of those things but did it ever occur to you that I might just want a man in my bed for a night?

( It sounds crass that way so Sansa sighs a bit before she starts to apologize. )

I shouldn't have said that. I'm glad you think of me that way. I shouldn't belittle it and I have.

[Tony is back with a glittering question on his face, ready to ask about 'the Maiden' and wondering at what kind of religious crossover their worlds actually had, his hand still down the front of his pants where he had been busily unbuttoning them.]

Do I get a codeword, too? I feel like I should have one for when I catch you being hard on yourself.

[Maybe this is all one of those times, and Tony sits up instead of pushing his clothes out of the way, not convinced waving his dick at her is going to improve her self-esteem.]

It could be something like, 'Sansa, you have this tone in your voice that's saying you don't think you're allowed to have absolutely everything you want, and we both know that's not true because you're a queen, no matter where you are.' 'Sansa', for short.

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