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revivalproject2021-04-27 07:33 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2021-04-27 07:33 pm
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WHO: Tony and Catra
WHERE: The factory (Orange 16)
WHAT: Meanwhile, where Tony's been.
WHEN: Also a little while after Jon's disappearance
WARNINGS: Tony's in a dark place, suicidal tendencies up to 11.
This Iron Man wasn't designed for space; Tony didn't have the means or materials and doubted he even had the battery power, but space, he reasoned, he could deal with. The nanoweb could hold the line for a few precious minutes, and then it was really a battle against time. If it cost Tony a limb or an organ, that would something for him to fix later. Right now, the problem was getting to the Agrii ship, because it was clear that they were not capable of properly comprehending the incredibly nuanced request that Tony blasted at them, nor could they be trusted to manage their own Handy He Row Generator and could use the technical expertise.
When the air thinned, Tony hardly noticed, his heart already vibrating against his ribcage and head swimming, vision narrowing by the time he reached the stratosphere and a bit of a journey ahead of him yet. He didn't waste the precious oxygen lingering on tactical decisions, rocketing through miles in minutes, the armor the briefest wink of light as it caught the gleam of the sun as he took to the air, then rapidly disappearing into the clear sky and leaving behind only an echoing shudder of the sonic boom rattling the dust from the factory walls around the forge.
It was long minutes before another sound broke over the area, the faintest whistle of wind whipping through the metal cut with the occasional burst of jets that hissed then stuttered into powerless silence. The crack and crash through the roof of the long standing factory was quick and clean, the Iron Man breaking easily through wood and cement and torturing steel beams into contortions as he ripped them out of their foundations. It was the blast as he hit the floor that shook the ground, sending debris bursting out of the empty and broken windows and threatening to shake the walls into rubble, that bone rattling thunder travelled through the empty streets and skirted easily through already decrepit structures like a rolling wave of dust and a sigh of pain that lapped against the city's walls.
WHERE: The factory (Orange 16)
WHAT: Meanwhile, where Tony's been.
WHEN: Also a little while after Jon's disappearance
WARNINGS: Tony's in a dark place, suicidal tendencies up to 11.
This Iron Man wasn't designed for space; Tony didn't have the means or materials and doubted he even had the battery power, but space, he reasoned, he could deal with. The nanoweb could hold the line for a few precious minutes, and then it was really a battle against time. If it cost Tony a limb or an organ, that would something for him to fix later. Right now, the problem was getting to the Agrii ship, because it was clear that they were not capable of properly comprehending the incredibly nuanced request that Tony blasted at them, nor could they be trusted to manage their own Handy He Row Generator and could use the technical expertise.
When the air thinned, Tony hardly noticed, his heart already vibrating against his ribcage and head swimming, vision narrowing by the time he reached the stratosphere and a bit of a journey ahead of him yet. He didn't waste the precious oxygen lingering on tactical decisions, rocketing through miles in minutes, the armor the briefest wink of light as it caught the gleam of the sun as he took to the air, then rapidly disappearing into the clear sky and leaving behind only an echoing shudder of the sonic boom rattling the dust from the factory walls around the forge.
It was long minutes before another sound broke over the area, the faintest whistle of wind whipping through the metal cut with the occasional burst of jets that hissed then stuttered into powerless silence. The crack and crash through the roof of the long standing factory was quick and clean, the Iron Man breaking easily through wood and cement and torturing steel beams into contortions as he ripped them out of their foundations. It was the blast as he hit the floor that shook the ground, sending debris bursting out of the empty and broken windows and threatening to shake the walls into rubble, that bone rattling thunder travelled through the empty streets and skirted easily through already decrepit structures like a rolling wave of dust and a sigh of pain that lapped against the city's walls.