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[privatizes]

Who: Tony Stark [privatizes and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: S.S. Pathstone.
When: Now!

[ tony has been awake for the past week, but has been keeping to himself on the pathstone. it's the sudden rush of memories that causes him to kind of keep to himself, because he needs to figure out what, exactly, he's going to do.

he has zero interest in communicating with the avengers, and he has a sudden instinctive well, fuck them anyway churning around in his stomach at the notion that they all knew (again) and they didn't tell him. but after shoving that aside and focusing on the realities of the situation (they're trapped here and they need to do something about it), tony decides to. well. do something about it.

first, a general message. open. to the public. ]

I'm alive. I'm not in a good mood. I don't want to talk about it. Etc.

What'd I miss.

[ then filtered/private to natasha and the vision ]

What's the last thing you two remember from home? Be honest.

[ and lastly, he leaves one (1) tiny hoverchair fit for a snake (more like a hover-skateboard, really) with tiny controls in it, in crowley's room on the pathstone with a note attached that says: A reward for not touching my stuff. ]

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[mucked]

Halloween. And a brand new planet full of ominous things and blips and creatures. That's about the long and short of it.

[ maybe she's something of a masochist, courting conversation when he's already professed himself to be in a bad mood. after all, barnes just woke up, too, and she managed to descend deep into an argument with him after just a few messages.

she's got a knack for it. ]

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[privatizes]

I missed the Halloween party?

[ not that he would've been in the mood, but. ]

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[mucked]

You missed the Halloween party.

[ sorry? except she's not that sorry. peggy never really got a decent handle on halloween. not her bag, really. ]

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[privatizes]

Cheerleader?

No, naughty librarian.

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[mucked]

[ oh for heaven's sake... ]

No, and no again. Sorry to disappoint.

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[outstandingbalance]

[Why does Natasha feel like the request for honesty is for her specifically.

Not that it's not well deserved.]

Your last words to me were 'they're coming for you.'

[Which isn't exactly to answer his question, but she figures answers it in spirit while still giving her some room to maneuver.]

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[privatizes]

[ it answer his question, in spades, by not answering the question at all. natasha is on the same timeline as he is (possibly. potentially.) which means the others will be, as well. probably.

goddammit. ]

Who else?

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[outstandingbalance]

Vision. Wanda.

Not Steve. Not so far at least.

[That last part is pointed.]

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[privatizes]

[ ah, good. wanda. that explains a lot. vision, he knew about. but the point about steve kind of rubs him the wrong way, because - ]

He doesn't have to live through it for me to be pissed off at his existence.

[ he knew about bucky. he knew before this. there's no point in pretending otherwise. the sokovia accords were just a distraction to the real goal. ]

Does Barnes?

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[outstandingbalance]

Does it matter?

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[poked_heart]

[To be entirely honest, Dante hasn't been on the ship much. It makes him feel too trapped and contained. So it's reasonable that it takes him awhile to really take notice of the new (to him anyway) face he's been seeing on the ship.

Said new face who looks rather comfortable here (comparatively speaking), and considering that he hasn't heard about a new person coming to this ship, he starts to wonder just who this guy is.

Unfortunately, he has no idea about those comas or the like yet, so he's rather confused. Finally, when he catches him one night on the ship, he finally asks:]

Okay, no one's gotten sent here since yours truly but I've never seen you before. Who are you?

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[privatizes]

[ tony looks over from the captain's chair at the sound of the new voice, brow furrowing. but -- ]

Captain Tony Stark.

[ mildly enough, and he pushes himself up straighter ]

I was unconscious. Comatose. Or something. Word is still out on what exactly happened. So --

[ pause ]

Who're you?

\o/

[poked_heart]

[Oh. Well, that answered his long standing question of where the hell their captain was. He could have asked, but... eh. A part of him hoped there wasn't a proper one. Issues with authority and all that.]

...you're awfully laidback for someone who was supposedly in a coma.

[And awfully spry. Wouldn't that awhile to recover from or something??]

Dante. Lab support, apparently. [God help them all.]

[privatizes]

Comas happen.

[ literally as if he's in them all the time. ]

Congratulations on your newfound assignment to do whatever you want to do on the ship as long as you don't blow it up or... Dante?

[ pause ]

Like, Inferno, or do your parents just really hate you?

[poked_heart]

[Tony, your nonchalance is worrying him a little. Like, seriously. He's lab support, but he doesn't want to have to help your ass if you fall into another coma!]

...whatever I want? Really? [Oh. Oh man. Maybe he'll be okay with this whole having a captain to report to after all.

The question makes his lips twitch in irritation, but just for a moment before he shrugs.]

They named my brother Vergil. [He'll let Tony draw his own conclusions.]

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's been staying on the Marsiva with Felix, so he's managed to miss Tony reemerging. ]

Rocks fell.

Everyone died.

Text;

[privatizes]

Great.

I'm guessing you're alive and not texting from the afterlife.

I got you a present.

If you're not dead, anyway.

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[onlyanapple]

It takes an unfathomable amount of work to actually kill me, so no. I'm not dead.

What kind of present?

Is it a present I actually want or is it a douchebag present?

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[privatizes]

Both.

[ legit. ]

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[onlyanapple]

Oh.

Yay.

Fine. I'll bite. Where are you?

private text.

[uprightness]

[ it doesn't seem wise, to send this message. but then, anything is better than nothing. steve doesn't know that much over what had happened in the time many of the team seem to remember while he does not. he heard bits and pieces, the sokovia accords, the fight with tony.

his message, short and annoyed should be a warning but then, he can postpone this as much as he want but it'll have to happen some time. they can't go on not talking; that in mind, he secures the channel before sending a brief message back. ]

Tony, good to see you're back.

private text.

[privatizes]

[ well.

he could ignore it, but there's no point in that. instead, he may as well test the waters. ]

Yup. Here. Alive. Present.

[ pause ]

I'm guessing you didn't fall into a coma or whatever while I was gone.

private text.

[uprightness]

No, no comas.

[ this is a little odd and a little awkward. he and tony, while being aware their differences aren't going to go away, did manage to make some progress here. and now it's this again, guarded and distanced and steve sighs before adding. ]

You caught up on the situation on the planet?

private text.

[privatizes]

I looked outside.

[ and he also investigated and looked around on everything else that's been going on, but he's not feeling exceptionally chatty with steve at the moment. not while he's still figuring out what, exactly, steve knows from natasha. ]

I see no one's dead and people can probably breathe. But I haven't been outside yet. I've been busy doing other stuff.

I got an upgrade while I was unconscious. I guess.

private text.

[uprightness]

[ the words are sobering. a part of him was always worried about this moment, where tony might catch up with all the rest. still behind on things, steve knows enough to understand things have changed. this might be all that they have now, these curt messages. ]

The Sokovia Accords, I heard.