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riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
buildsomething) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-13 08:23 pm
[open] so don't worry about tomorrow
who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment
i. wandering
Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.
Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.
He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.
And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"
ii. drinking
Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.
It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.
what: Amnesia Event; Tony forgets everything since just before his Afghanistan trip.
when: 8/12 - 8/16
where: All around
warnings: none at the moment
i. wandering
Tony was not having the best day. Waking up in strange places with no idea of how he'd gotten there might have been old hat, but opening his eyes to what looked like -- the hell, was that a dorm room? -- was a new one. He'd been in Vegas, he knew that. Was pretty sure there had been some sort of stupid award involved and that Rhodey would be turning up to bitch at him over it any second now.
Except Vegas was a lot of things, but it definitely did not look like this. Stumbling out of the building and into a completely unfamiliar place had not helped. He didn't have to be a genius to tell that he wasn't in Kansas anymore, but it helped. If this was a joke, it seriously wasn't funny, and if this was some sort of weird kidnapping then it was the dumbest one Tony had ever heard of.
He mostly found himself making his way cautiously through the streets, half trying to find anything familiar and half just trying to get his head together. And despite the obvious suspicion and wariness in his expression, his entire posture seemed lighter than usual. He stood straighter, held his head higher, and almost visibly seemed less tired for all that he hadn't actually changed at all.
And every so often, he found himself staring up at the sky with an expression of deep skepticism. "Okay seriously," he muttered, more to himself, "is this some kind of weird VR thing or what?"
ii. drinking
Once it had become clear that this was both not a trick and not somewhere he was going to be leaving any time soon, Tony had done the only natural thing and gone to find a drink. Or two. Or a dozen. If the choice was between the lack-of-privacy suite and the truly pathetic excuse for a workshop he'd stumbled across, Tony would very happily install himself in any of the bars he could find and stay there instead.
It wasn't calming, exactly, but it was at least something he knew how to handle. So he smiled and flirted and bought drinks at random. If he couldn't find a party, he started his own, spilling out across tables and corners. He was loud and obnoxious and if not drunk, then close to it. If you had to be stuck in some random-ass place, might as well make the best of it. Right? Right.
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The rest of it is much more interesting anyway, and Tony's eyebrows drew together into a thoughtful look. "Falcon? Falcon. Wait, the Exo-7? Flight rig thing? Yeah, I think I did some work on it." Or designed most of it. One of those.
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"Anyway, you fixed it in the redesign. Which I'm assuming you don't remember, but Steve had you do it after the first set got destroyed." And Sam had consulted on that, occasionally to Tony's irritation.
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Which brought him to the second question. "Steve?"
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"Wings got ripped off the first one, and I needed a replacement." And the amnesia really had wiped a damn lot of his memories, hadn't it?
"Steve Rogers? You know, Captain America?"
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"Captain America. Does the Lincoln Memorial give you advice too or is it only certain museum exhibits?" It's not bitter. Okay, maybe it's a little bitter. And here he'd thought he'd stop getting the great american hero shoved in his face around the time his father kicked it.
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"I try to ignore advice from the statues around DC," he drawled. "Great scenery for a morning jog, but they're a bunch of racist assholes. And Steve's kind of a dick sometimes, too. Thought about shoving him in the reflecting pool more than once."
He ordered Tony another drink with a lazy wave of his hand at the bartender. "Guy spent sixty years on ice. They found him and thawed him out; you just don't remember it."
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The weird part was that it wasn't that Tony doubted it. He could be as sarcastic as he wanted, but somehow the fact that Captain America would just stomp back in like King goddamn Arthur made sense. Howard was probably rolling in his grave at having missed it.
"So what exactly does this have to do with me?"
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"Aliens invaded New York a few years ago, and the two of you kinda formed this, uh, team of superheroes." Sam at least managed to look a little sheepish as he said it. "You have this whole alter ego, Iron Man? Well, I'm not sure it's an alter ego or anything, 'cause it's not like you have a secret identity after announcing it at a press conference, but- that's not really the point."
Not that Sam was completely sure what the point was right now.
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"Okay buddy," he said, still chuckling to himself as he grabbed for his drink again. "Very funny. I don't know exactly who you've been talking to, but I definitely don't do any kind of superhero thing." He shook his head as he drained the last of his glass and began to glance around for a server who might bring a refill.
Superheroes and Captain America. Seriously.
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"You look older than you remember, don't you? Like there's a few extra years you can't account for." Sam paused. "And there's a big scar on your chest, right in the middle. I mean, maybe you haven't looked at that yet. But it's there, and you don't know why."
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"The part I don't believe," he said as he finally caught someone's attention and signaled for them to bring another round, "is you telling me I've been palling around with actual superheroes. Or whatever unfrozen caveman lawyer is supposed to be." He had no illusions as to what Captain America would think of him. Howard had very helpfully laid them all out for him. Repeatedly.
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Honestly, Tony probably should have just gotten up and walked away by then. Instead he found himself giving his new friend a thorough once-over. "Remind me where you come in again? Eye candy?"
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Sam just laughed at the suggestion of eye candy. "Gotta say, it's real flattering you think I qualify as eye candy with Cap around. Remember the wings? I'm air support."
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So he restrained himself to an eyeroll. "Right, sure. Air support for superheroes."
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At least, that was what he told himself. Most of the time, he even believed it.
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No bitterness there, obviously.
"And for the record, I know what air support is, thank you. The superheroes, you'll forgive me for having trouble with. What do you do, punch muggers? Help little old ladies across the street?"
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Apparently it wasn't something anyone had discussed with him in the past, oops. And while Sam might have politely avoided something that was so obviously an issue, he was maybe a little irritated by Tony finding his weak spot so easily.
"Oh, you know, alien invasions, killer robots, jackass industrialists who misuse technology or steal it from other people - might wanna watch out for your pal Obadiah, by the way. And Justin Hammer." He didn't know a whole lot about Stark's history, but he knew that much.
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"What about Obie?" The question was cautious and maybe a little suspicious. Whatever stories this guy was telling, it was him against a man who'd been standing by Tony's side for over a decade. Not hard to guess who's side Tony was more likely to come down on.
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Look, he had better things to do than keep track of the minutiae of Tony Stark's life. Hell, back then, he'd been trying to pull his own life together.
"Trust me, if Rhodey was here right now, he'd be telling you the exact same thing." He and Rhodes got along well enough, even if they didn't always agree on everything - although he wasn't sure where they stood these days. There was a pretty good chance he wouldn't be so friendly the next time he saw him, and Sam wouldn't blame him.
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But there was something about the way he said it, the way he held Tony's eyes without blinking, that even with all his stunned disbelief Tony couldn't tell himself that it was a lie. Maybe he'd gotten a few things wrong, but Tony just knew he wasn't being lied to.
What the fuck.
"You know Rhodey?" Was all he could find the wherewithal to say.
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Sam wouldn't have lied about something so important, not that Tony knew that. As a person, he was pretty much fundamentally honest.
"So remember how I said you had a suit of armor? Rhodey's got one, too." Sam swallowed for a moment, his gaze darting down to the table for a moment before it flicked back up. "He, uh. Does the superhero thing too."
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What the hell was he supposed to make of all that? Obi betraying him and Tony randomly deciding to turn his back on his own company. If it was true, it seemed...utterly alien. Like someone else's life he was hearing about. Armor and SHIELD and Captain America.
Weirdly, the one thing he was having no trouble handling was Rhodey. Of course Rhodey could be a superhero. That was just the kind of guy he was.
"Okay," Tony said finally, carefully. "So say I believe you. All of that? That's not me. Hasn't happened to me."
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"Honestly, though, I don't care," he continued. "You wanted to know what happened, I told you. You can believe me or not. Doesn't change a damn thing in the end. Never said it did."
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"Fine," Tony said shortly. When in doubt, just change the subject. He did have one thing right, it didn't change anything in the end. "You getting a drink or not?"