2498/Intern-al Affairs

Intern-al Affairs
Date of Scene:	18 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Hawkeye (Bishop)

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Iron Man has posed:
Mr. Stark is not at his desk. He's over by the window, looking out curiously, a bit, his hands behind his back. There's a table next to him where the laser rifle is, and of course there's a 'screen' (well holographic display) over to the side where Tony is watching some news updates and things. He'd gone ahead and sent a text that said <<Skip the donuts. Come to my office.>> No donuts? This must be serious. Still, he's up there waiting, dressed today in most Starkly fashion in a nice suit, a pair of yellow tinted lenses, and is sipping a cup of coffee.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Kate had lied to the security people in the lobby. She had brought along some things a normal intern just doesn't bring to work: a quiver full of strange arrows, a broadsword, some heavy escrima sticks, and what looked like armor of some sort in a gym bag. She had told them that Mr. Stark wanted these things, he needed to look at them. For some reason they let her go up anyway.

    At least she had some dressed ready for work, today in a pinstriped pantsuit and patent flats. "Mister Stark? What can I do for you? Is Pepp... er, Miz Potts here too?"

Iron Man has posed:
"Negatory, Miss Bishop. She is otherwise indisposed on somethign of the utmost importance like securing mining rights in the Uganda or some such item," he says, sounding mildly annoyed as he looks over to you and he cants his head to the side. "Are we going camping later?" He notices the large bag of 'stuff' most likely, and he gestures to the side. "More goodies? Cuase the rifle you left me was a doozy. I wanted to ask where it came from, cause we're still just kind of cracking the code on it, as it were. Anything at all you can tell me about where this bad boy came from and how you came to get your hands on it? I assume since it was left on my desk with the note from you that you didn't just take it from someone in the lobby like a UPS shipment but that somehow you came across it?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Kate sets her bag down. "You know perfectly well what's in this bag. Our (and she says 'our' and not 'your' security systems scanned it a dozen times before I even got to the security desk and the team looked over everything. they wouldn't let me up here without your okay, Mister Stark." She shrugs, though. "I can tell you that part later..."

    She glances towards the desk as Tony mentions it. "I don't know. Someone with a lot of resources, or... I don't know. Have you ever seen anything like it? Like, anything on Earth?" Kate wonders. "I have one for the Justice League too."

    She reaches up to scratch her chin. "So, here's the later. I have something to tell you. You're going to laugh, though. I hope, anyway."

Iron Man has posed:
He's listening, mostly. Cause that's about the best people usually get from Tony. He's got so many things going on in his head but he grins, "I know, but it's more fun if you tell me because then I get to know which piece you're hiding which gives me somethign to start with. Way to take the fun out of it. Intern Fun Sucker, that's your new name," he says. "I'll leave the new name badge for you down at the front desk," he offers but then he turns and starts to go to his desk, leaning against the front of it. "I haven't been in a laughing mood lately so I'm not sure I'd count on that. But go ahead, try me," he offers, waving his hand in front of him as if offering the floor up to someone. "You have the conch."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "If you call me 'intern Fun Sucker' people will get the wrong idea. Mister Stark." she says in that indulgent but slightly exasperated tone that Pepper probably uses a hundred times a day. "Do you remember hearing about the criminals trying to hijack those STAR Labs trucks and gear. And there were costumed heros down there fighting them?" she gives him time to think if he remembers after all. "I was one of them."

    Kate sighs. "Look, I didn't tell you before because I thought you might think it was weird for a vigilante to be interning for you. But I'm worried that something big might be happening and maybe it's time for me to stop messing around?"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark chuckles quietly, "Fair enough. I didn't hear at first but when you say it," he teases and yeah, but then he raises his brow as you start telling a story. "You're one of the criminals?" Probably not, but he isn't expecting this to go where it does and then you star talking about the vigilant, and he ahhhhs. "So you're not just good at darts then?" He looks to the stuff you brought, knowing like you said about the quiver. "You're good at all this stuff hmmm?" He folds his arms over his chest and looks to you, waiting now to find out what's going to be coming next. "So an intern working two jobs. That's understandable. It's not like I haven't done my own brand of the vigilante thing. But it can get you into trouble too. Because sometimes you may only think you're right and then you find out you're not, or you didnt' have all the information."

But, lecture mode over. He says, "So what do you think is coming and why are you bringing it up?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Kate leans down to dig in her bag, producing an arrow. It's a sleek thing, of couse, matte black and probably made of carbon fiber. It has a sort of elongated bulbous head. She steps forward and hands it to Tony. "That is a hard foam arrow. When it gets near a target it starts spraying a liquid that hardens on contact with air so it makes a big hard blob, then a tiny explosive bolt fires and the blob hits the target at much higher speed. It's like being punched by Thor... well, I've never been hit by Thor... but it's what I imagine that's like. I have a bunch of other kinds... flares, flashbangs, some others. I usually don't carry deadly ones but I have some I can take if necessary. After about twenty minutes the used ones disintegrate into dust, pretty much. I don't make them or even really design them, but I came up with the idea and have a guy make them for me. I'm afraid what will happen if someone finds out what he's doing, though. I think I need a new source."

    "what do I think is coming? If I knew that I'd just tell you. I don't know. These Intergang guys came out of nowhere with lots of muscle, lots of money, and that weird tech. Then even had diggers that I think were lasers and maybe teleporting tech." She shifts in place. "I'm a little tired of rooting around on the street, though. I would rather do this with a team and more logistical support."

Iron Man has posed:
He picks up the arrow and plays with it, curiously. "What is the reason it dissolves? What's the catalyst? Velocity?" His lips purse curiously as you tell the story and he ets it down. "Kate, I run a respectable business here. Stark Industries surely couldn't be caught helping a vigilante group. Plus, we're out of the sellign weapons that can be used for illegal technology. I'm sorry, but my official answer is we can't help you."

He gives a little shrug, before adding, "However, I understand that with your new role as my liaison to the Justice League, you're going to have to have workign knowledge of our laboratory so that you can make sure their labs and facilities will suffice. So, I'm adding lab access to your ID card. I trust you will use it responsibly." He gives a little wink and hopes that's enough to get you on the road to what you need. "As for a team...we all have to start somewhere. Think of this as your opportunity to play college ball or AAA before you get called up to the big leagues. Gotta crawl before you can walk or some nonsense like that. You mentioned in your note that you also wanted me to meet someone?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "But how do I prove to you..." Kate asks. "You've made me a project manager. It might be important, and I'm happy for the opportunity... but it's not very heroic." she shrugs, though. "The last time I went to the Hall of Justice their security hadn't heard of me and I wasn't in their system yet, so I'm not sure what they need from us yet and so I don't know what space and resources they have for us over there. And how will I be a liason between your team and the Justice league, do you want me to use the Stark 'net or does your team have their own comm system I need access to?"

    "Thank you, for the lab access. I'm sure the 3D fabricators won't be used and the logs of not being used won't be scrubbed."

    She nods. "I did, but I'm not sure where she is right now. Her name is 'America' and she's basically a latina Wonder Woman. I think she'd be amazing as an Avenger, but I understand you haven't met her or seen her in action... but if you watch the news and you see a girl in casual stars and stripes it's probably her."

Iron Man has posed:
"It's true...first rule of Fight Club is I can't let you into Fight Club without meeting you. The rest of the rules...I make up as I go," he offers with a hitn of amusement. As you figure out the 3D fabricators and such, he puts his finger to his nose and rubs it down the bridge in that little spy tirbute type gesture from 'The Sting.' "Yup, we use those for all of our quick projects, prototype stuff. The amount of materials we waste on that...things that never see the light of day. Stuff likely gets done there all the time and I never hear about it. I'm sure though you'll keep a close eye for me on things and let me know if we nee to order more inventory for it, to keep the lab stocked."

And then he rolls his eyes, "When you go back to the Hall of Justice, ask for Miss Prince directly if no one else will help you. She's directly aware of the project because it was her idea. If you have any more issues after that, let me know. We'll get you sorted out so the project doesn't get dreailed due to people having an over inflated ego of what you should or shouldn't be working on. That's my job."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "Understood." Kate says. "Mister Stark?" she asks. "Is Pepper safe, do you think? If something bad happens, like really bad... do you think she'll be here? I ask because she and I have become really good friends, not just a boss and an intern. So, I worry about her."

    "And if you don't mind me making a personal comment... she likes you, maybe she loves you. I don't know exactly. But, if you feel the same about her and haven't told her... think about doing that, huh? If I were you I'd take her to Tuscany and beg her to marry me... er, you. Because I'd be you, you see?"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark chuckles quietly, "Pepper's Pepper. She wouldn't go even if I did tell her...well she would, until she found a way to get back. And after last time I told her to go somewhere...well...we tend to not like being separated. Professionally speaking, it doesn't work out well," he says, givign the same sort of work-related speech. "But no, I'm pretty sure we'd all fail to advance very far if anything happened to Miss Potts. As for the other half of your suggestion, I'll keep it in mind if our relationship ever progresses past working well together." Of course, the whole damned world probably knows it's already progressed past that point. They just don't admit it.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "I'm sorry. I thought I saw something else. I know she..." Kate begins. "I think it would make her happy." She considers again. "So if there _is_ a major emergency, do you want me to come here or to the Hall of Justice? Did I miss your answer about communication nets? Stark vs your team's 'net?"

Iron Man has posed:
"It's fine," he explains. "You're not the first person to comment on it. I assure you Miss Potts and I are strictly professional." Yeah, they're so not. But neither will ever come out and admit that. He folds his arms over his chest a moment as he looks to you, considering, "Stay on the streets. I suppose if something catastrophic happens this is a big giant bullseye..." which is probably part of his idea. "Go ahead and stay mobile. Stay out of sight. Since that's apparently what you're good at. I'll make sure that I can get you directions on what to do. And don't leave your stuff lying around my office," he says, gesturing to your bag you brought.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Kate steps back to her bag and hefts it. "Alright. I know when I'm not wanted." she says, grinning. "You're sure you don't want those donuts now?" She heads for the door. "I'll stick this somewhere, you let me know when you want lunch."