13265/What happens at fight club...

What happens at fight club...
Date of Scene:	13 May 2021
Location:	An old warehouse
Synopsis:	Bucky calls reaches out to an unusual choice for a little help, Iron Man saves the day.
Cast of Characters:	Winter Soldier, Iron Man, Slipstream

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Winter Soldier has posed:
    When it started looking like things were going to go south for Bucky, he began ticking off his options in his head... Steve, his normal go-to? Nope, not for this one. Nat, his second in line? No way, not here... maybe... no no, not here. And so the list ticked off in his head one by one by one until. Ah Hell...
    The message Tony gets from Bucky's phone (at least he's able to use his phone so there's that) isn't really much help!
    Need assistance
    Use discretion
    Bring $

Iron Man has posed:
Color Tony Stark a bit surprised when his phone goes off with a message from one James "Bucky" Barnes. His brows furrow for a moment and then he sends a message to Drake Winters. <Yo. DoorDash. Meet me 'here', bring lunch.> Bucky had asked for discretion. Tony doesn't /do/ discretion. Not very well anyway. The most discrete thing he could possibly do is show up as Iron Man - because he wants to be prepared for any and everything. Just outside location, he sends a text back to Bucky. <Shall I just walk through the front door?>

Slipstream has posed:
<< Okay. >>

Drake will show up with Chipotle, because he was down the street from one. He'd even run a few miles over for it if he had to. He's addicted to their Keto Bowls. He appears in a flash of blue light and contrails, holding the bag up while sipping on a soda. "Hey. I got your usual, sir. Double chicken burrito with white rice with no cilantro, pinto beans, verde salsa, corn salsa, sour cream, extra cheese and guac."

He straightens up as he digs around in the bag to take out a chip and pop it into his mouth with a crunch, then goes about sliding his bowl out. He even has some cheese sauce.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Here, is an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of more old abandoned warehouses in a run down and abandoned industrial park outside the city. Really, the place is abandoned. It's quiet, dark, dead... crickets. There aren't even any lights.     ...and Buck doesn't answer the text.

Iron Man has posed:
"This might go bad before it goes good kid. Wasn't sure what to expect here. Keep yourself safe and the food warm. Unless it goes south, then I might need you to extract. Okay?" Though, Tony doesn't really wait for an answer before he moves to walk through the door of where Bucky's location pinged. Yes. He just strolls through the front door, sensors on, infared scan going, seeing if he can pick up anyone. Anything.

Slipstream has posed:
"Wait, what? You told me to get you lunch and ... what's going on?" Drake says as he squints, following after him, scooping in a bite of food. He has to eat. He burns calories off rapidly and his stomach is growling. "Are we on a mission or something, or am I being pranked?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The first floor? Same as outside, nothing, nada, zip! But underground? Well, Tony's sensors would pick up a whole lot of heat signatures and people in the lower level beneath where he's standing. But now how to get down there?
    The question becomes even more pressing when some of those heat signatures began moving about with a purpose rather than sitting around as if engaged by some sort of dinner theater. It's almost as if someone's presence here set off an alarm? Who could THAT have been?

Iron Man has posed:
"I told you to get lunch and meet me here." Tony corrects and then chuckles. "Mission. Sort of. Was to meet Bucky Barnes. Now it looks like we get to save him..." Especially when the ants go running. What else did Tony expect? Hell, what did Bucky expect? Tony to just shell out cash to people for no reason? He wasn't going to be able to blast his way down. Well, he COULD, but that could just equal bad news for both the good and bad side. "Find a way down." He says and then looks around. Elevator? Stairs? Trap door? He WILL blow a hole in the floor/ceiling if it comes down to it!

Slipstream has posed:
"We have .. protocols .. for this ... man.. " Drake says as he caps the bowl and slips it back into the bag, then puts it to the side carefully. He mourns his loss of lunch as he gives a few stretches and hops on his sneakered feet. "Okay.. finding a way down." He pushes off with one foot, blinking away in a burst as he looks to bolt around the area, sniffing out an elevator, staircase, or mineshaft at this point. He moves at a quick velocity of short ranged blinks, making him hard to track.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The ants do, indeed, go running. It actually looks like they're running for the exits... which don't seem to be leading them up toward Tony. Tunnels, it looks like tunnels between the building and what? The highway beyond, that can't be right.
    There, off in the distance, does that look like an airplane hanger? It's hard to say, it's dark, there aren't any lights, it's just the big dark shape of a building against a slightly darker sky on a pretty much starless and moonless night. The structure would have been completely missed if there weren't infrared ants running that way now. Is one of those ants Bucky? Who knows!
    There USED to be an elevator. But door has been covered and sealed in concrete. Whoever's using this building didn't want anyone to know there was a basement.
    DISCRETION TONY... all caps, another text from Bucky.

Iron Man has posed:
<Where the hell ARE you, Bucky?!> Tony texts back while pressing a button and the suit fades off him, leaving him standing there in suit and tie. He pulls out shades from a pocket, places them on, and then looks for DoorDash. He thinks on it. <Also, did you have a number in mind for the $ you needed me to bring?> Discretion. Ugh. He could spit the word out if it was actually something physical in his mouth. There has to be a way down that he missed, but now the ants are scattering and time may be against him.

Slipstream has posed:
Tapping Snowball on his back, the little robot detaches from the harness and starts to float around, shining a beacon of light from her face plate around. It allows him to utilize her like a flashlight. As he spies the concrete wall and gives it a few pats. "I think there was an entrance here.. maybe there is one of those Scooby Doo buttons that opens it up." He says as he starts to search the interior of the room, patting the walls down a few times. "You find anything yet?" He calls over as Snowball continues to circle and orbit the room.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Another message comes through, this time it's an image. It shows a young African American man, big and muscular, but maybe twenty years old tops? In the photo, he's being half carried, half dragged along by two men that are surrounded by several others. <FIND HIM AND GET HIM SAFE> are the instructions below the picture.
    ...then Bucky's number is dialing Tony, as in a phone call.
    The ants still scatter, all of them in that same direction. They're about half the way through those tunnels, almost out of range of Tony's sensor whositwatsits for picking up any detail, but it looks like groups of people are being ushered through those tunnels by armed guards in front and back of each group. It's probably a pretty good guess that the one little ant that seems to be shoving his way through the rest of the colony MIGHT be Bucky.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark grunts, and then the suit comes back on, then there's a blast from his palms and there's a hole in the floor. A hole that Tony quickly jumps down into, following where he's been tracking the ants that are march-rushing along. "Jarvis, can we scan for the photo Bucky sent?" Triagulating faces and such to match, which he probably won't be able to really do until he gets in front of everyone.

Oh right. His phone is ringing.

"Pick a way to talk, Buck, phone or not. Also. No more time for discretion. I'm grabbing the kid and making a dash for it. What else do you need from me?" It's not...well it may SOUND condescending and attitude-filled, but Tony's just trying to make sense of everything.

At this point, he'll use more force if necessary. Also, <<DoorDash. You can drive right? We're going to need a car.>>

Slipstream has posed:
<< I still have no clue what we're doing! >>

Drake is frustated as he steps away from the wall, making his way back to the entrance. He lets out a heavy breath and reaches into his pocket to take out his phone. He taps the glass a few times, then furrows his brows.

<< My car is on the way. It's a Tesla. Will be here in fifteen minutes. >>

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The call proves to be a butt dial when all Tony gets in response are sounds. Thawp, bamf, pow, oof, smash... grunt, growl, OOW... That little pushing, shoving ant is definitely Bucky and he's getting smaller and smaller and smaller as he shoves his way through that tunnel. No wait, maybe it isn't a butt dial! He doesn't answer Tony, he probably didn't hear the man because the phone is in Bucky's pocket to leave his hands free, but ... Tony CAN hear Bucky. "...before they get to the plane, get him befo..." THWAP SMACK OOF POW *GROAN*... "BEFORE THEY TAKE OFF!"

Iron Man has posed:
<<Great job, Winters. I'll owe you...something.>> Which is basically Tony's way of telling Drake to buy himself something he really wants. Hangar. Fly. Oh, that makes a lot more sense. Sorry not sorry for the hole, guys. Either way, Tony/Iron Man comes flying back up and out of the warehouse. <<Eat your lunch, DoorDash. I'll be back in a moment.>> As he takes off to where the hangar is, with every intent to likely blow up the plane, rescue the target and Bucky, and then blow the hanger. All in a days work. If he can make it in time.

Slipstream has posed:
Groaning, Drake glances down at his communicator, then slips his food back out of his bag and starts to tuck into it. He's half tempted to eat Tony's burrito also. He crams in a fork, chewing, then swallows, then digs in another. He will just lean against this wall casually as his little medical bot floats around him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The first of the armed men come through a hatch door in the hanger floor and stand there to begin helping ... a bunch of rich looking men and women in black tie garb up behind them?
    Bucky's phone line is still open but he's mostly silent now other than grunts of effort and pain as he continues to fight his way through. The pressure is dialed up a notch or seven when someone down there calls out, "I'll erase the debt of anyone that brings me the head of the Winter Soldier!"
    "...don't worry about that, just get that kid!" Bucky manages between grunts. "He's at the end of the first group."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark lands right in front of the group coming out of the hangar door. "We interrupt your daily trading to bring you an immediate news update..." Iron Man pushes through the crowd, grabs the kid he's after by the arm and hauls him to the front of the crowd. "Firstly. The kid is coming with me. Also, no one is going to be getting the Winter Soldier, cause... well the Winter Soldier is kinda mine too... and I take my invaluable property...very seriously."

Then, there's a single shot of a tiny missle...that hits the back of the plane and blows it up. Hopefully the pilot and co-pilot are able to escape. "Also, flight's cancelled." He smirks. "Anything else?"

Slipstream has posed:
As he waits, Drake glances down at his watch at times while taking bites of food. By now, he's pretty much done with the burrito bowl, now working on the chips. He hears his phone ping, which causes him to glance upwards. "Ah, there you are." The black Tesla X rolls down the street and self-parks on the curb, giving a few one-two flash of the headlights.

<< Car is here. I'm bored. >>

He relays back as he dips a chip into some queso, stirring it around, then takes a healthy crunch.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    One of the older women in the front of the group clutches at her pearl necklace and faints straightaway. The older gent next to her demands, "What is the meaning of this?!" ...and so goes the bantering and fussing of a bunch of elite socialites on and on from one aghast comment to another.
    ...but most of them do fall silent when Bucky comes shoving his way up and out of that tunnel. "They're betting on fights," and the Winter Soldier looks like he's been in about a trillion of those today. He's bruised and bloody and his metal arm is hanging there uselessly. But he'll live to fight another day, probably tomorrow will be that day knowing him. "...and he's," he juts his chin in the direction of one man that's cowering behind the others, ..."is running the show. He forces metas and mutants to fight when they owe him money." As he passes Stark he mutters, "What about any of this was *discrete*, Tony?"
    The kid Tony is dragging along babbles, "Man is it amazing to meet you Iron Man, Sir. My name's Lincoln Bradley but my friends they just call me Link. You can call me Link too if you want. I didn't mean to cause trouble for Mr. Barnes, really, but..." A stern look from Bucky cuts the kid off.

Iron Man has posed:
"None of it, Bucky, and maybe that's the whole point. Take the kid around, I have a car waiting. Tell the other kid, Drake, to take you wherever you wanna go. We'll meet up in a minute." Tony says this and then looks to the group of well to dos and shakes his head. "The meaning of this? Don't do drugs. If you do do drugs, don't go out in public. If you do drugs, and go out in public...well I can't help you. And this? These things? Stay away from them. Bad for your other businesses....of which, I know a few of you are from and can readily end you with a phone call. One phone call. Now..." He hones in on the cowering fool and steps forward, taking him by the cuff of his collar. "We are not your toys. Understand me? I hear wind of this again, and it won't just be me that you'll have to deal with. Oh no. And remember..." Pause for Tony-only dramatics. "We have a Hulk."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Bucky snorts that little half grunted 'you suck' sound he does so well. Then he's reaching over with his left hand to slap Link in the back of the head. "Isaiah hears about this and it'll kill him you dumbshit." He shoves the kid forward, "March..." he demands as he ushers the kid out of the hanger."
    Talk about awkward silences. All the Richie Riches have the fake decency to look abashed, the guards have dropped weapons and the little man in charge of it all looks about to piss himself. But the day's been saved, the kid is safe and Bucky's alive, just in need of an arm repair job.