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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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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?"