2655/You Ain't No Daisy...

You Ain't No Daisy...
Date of Scene:	01 October 2017
Location:	Offices - Stark Tower
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Quake

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Iron Man has posed:
There's a pistol, an energy rifle used by Apokolips' troops. There's Tony leaning against a desk, his legs crossed at the ankle, his thumbnail being nipped at between his teeth. A black long sleeve shirt hugs a form that is stronger than most people would probably expect, arms actually having definition. Then of course there's the glow of blue from beneath the shirt, lighting up his chest a bit. Across from the rifle is a large stone slab, and some sort of generators that seem to be trying to create some sort of shield around the slab. There's scorch marks all over the area around the rifle and slab, yet it remains rather intact at th emoment. Oh, he does have on jeans too...can't have Tony in his office in only a long sleeve shirt - that could get awkward. He has on glasses, black frames, light blue lenses, not hiding his eyes but just shading them a bit as a result.

Quake has posed:
So far it's been all passing through security points. Turns out a SHIELD badge has its moments.. or its uses. They're almost interchangeable. Not that she'd ever thought she'd see the day she'd feel so smugly pleased about carrying one around.. Of course it's business, and not pleasure. That was always the rub of these things. It was go there, Daisy. Do that thing, Daisy. Report in, Daisy.. and best of all, Don't read this, Daisy.

Okay. that last one they hadn't said. It was just heavily implied. But what did they think she'd do when they handed her the chip and given her this assignment?

So, here she was, at the man himself's office, having passed the final security hurdle. Nobody even buzzed her in. Or, if they had, they'd done it a few checkpoints ago. The petite young woman stopping in the doorway to watch for probably a few longer moments than she should before giving a little cough and knocking on the door. "Uh.. hey. It's open?"

Iron Man has posed:
"No. It's closed, but invisible. So you can't see it. But light and sound pass through it completely unencumbered," he says, in snarky Tony fashion. He's working on a problem he can't solve so you're not going to get funny go gambling and buy everyone drinks Tony. The world is on the precipice and he has some stuff to figure out. If the tattered papers, the multiple digital images hanging in the air where they're projected as if they're on some sort of surface (but aren't), and the open pizza box with a piece hanging out don't tell you that this isn't going well, then the look on that face and the tone behind those words make it a lot more clear.

And so he steps up tot he rifle aagin as he turns to look to you, "Oh come on, it's open. I'm sure that this is important if they sent it via Postmates....Uber Eats....who do you work for?"

Yeah....clearly this is going to go well. Of dcourse you ewre announced, and surely he knows your badge would have said SHIELD if you were being let up to his office, but apparently to break the monotony and mayb kickstart his brain a bit, Tony's decide to go all verbal Beast-mode. This may be part of why no one's on this floor...well that and because if they're not in a lab or security, they were probably sent home.

Quake has posed:
Daisy stands there in the doorway with what can only be a 'are you for real' look upon her face. The tiniest of furrows between her brows, and a slight pursing of her lips that can't decide if it wants to be a frown or a smile as she regards /The Man/ himself. She even hears it in capital letters in her head, even as she thinks, 'this is why I..' But she aborts that thought. She wasn't supposed to be that girl anymore, and even if she was, being her here would probably get her into a whole lot of hot water she didn't want to have to get herself out of.

"Ah, I got hungry on the way up and ate the pizza. It's still 17.95 on your charge card. You /do/ have a charge card, right?"

Two can play that game, though she stops her hover in the doorway and enters the office proper, taking a casual look around. "Nice setup you have here. What are you running them off of?" Her chin does a point towards the holographic images. She hasn't forgotten what she was sent for. She's just not sure they've entered the business part of the meeting yet. Besides, he had some decent stuff going, and she knew from decent.

Iron Man has posed:
"No...but I own a company or two that deals with money so I'm sure I can figure out a way to make up the pizza cost," he says with a look as he cants his gaze over you. "So do you have something or did SHIELD just send you over because they're out of pizza? I'm assumign not, and I'm sure some nerdly person could whip up some thing that makes pizza even better than people do if they wanted to....so now that we have established I'm charming and smart, and you're cute but significantly underdressed for being up here, unless it's casual Friday all of the sudden," he says, as he pulls the trigger on the rifle and the bolt fires right through the shield and dissipated into the rock....

"Then why are you here?" Yup...it looks like it's that part of the meeting.

Quake has posed:
Now those lips know exactly what they want to do, flitting into an amused moue of a smirk. "Testing your security forces, would you believe? See how far an underdressed Agent can get before they send her back and ask for the real thing?" It's all taken in stride, as she fully approaches him now. "So, badge first, or do we do introductions after you get what I was sent with? I'll give you smart, but the charming kind of runs the edge of snark. It's cute, but I don't know. I'm not sold."

The appraising gaze is taken in stride. She's never been a shrinking violet. Sass annd vinegar got you a lot of places, especially in the world she ran in. - Used to run in - she had to remind herself. Keeping her thumb on a few old contacts wasn't quite the same as being the pulse. Her outfit is simple and casual. Jeans. A well worn dress shirt under an equally worn jacket. If it weren't for the fact that she was standing here in his office, she really could be the pizza delivery girl.

A quick gesture of fingers slip into a pocket and pull out both ID and a smaller item that is easily identifiable as a USB stick despite the fact of how quickly she palms it. "Just a delivery girl today."

Iron Man has posed:
"My forces are fine. It's your tailor that needs work," he says. "And I'm afraid situations are a bit too dire lately for the old fashioned game of you show me yours I'll show you mine, not that I'm not flattered. You seem young neough that I should appreciate the offer," he says and he just holds out his hand for the stick, looking to you and he will take it and plug it into a USB drive reader. "JARVIS....do your thing. Make sure Agent Sassypants here doesn't have nay misconceptions of what hse'll actually be able to get away with. I'm not usually inclined to let former hackers give me things to plug into my computers but since apparently you're working for the not as bad guys, I suppose we'll let it slide. What did SHIELD send me to figure out for them?"

He waits for JARVIS to relay back the contents of the thumb drive as he looks to you. "I thought you were a guy...by the way. Your online version of you..."

Quake has posed:
The USB drive is handed over just as smoothly as it was taken out of her pocket and palmed. Daisy gives an easy shrug of shoulders, and despite the urge, doesn't hop up and perch upon the edge of his desk. The desire is strong, though. "You can be anyone you want on the darknet. And thinking I was someone else was kind of the point."

Her smile settles into something more neutral as things shift into more serious gears. "Not bad. So you knew that much about me before I even hit your.. I'm guessing I might have got to the second floor before you were certain it was me? And I wasn't offering anything other than official identification. Not sure what you're used to, but I don't mix business with pleasure. Not that I'm not flattered," she mimics his phrasing.

"I looked at it. You already know that." Of course he does. It's not even worth trying for plausible deniability at this point. "And just what were you expecting? The whole I am SHIELD outfit? Please." Though her outfit really wasn't chosen with any care other than to not stick out, it still kind of rankled to be assessed and discarded that way.

Iron Man has posed:
He seems to at least be a little more relaxed as you turn out to have a bit of a personality. He's not such a fan of stuffed shirts even though, in some circles, his is so stuff you'd think it could be mounted on a wall. And so he looks at what comes up as JARVIS throws it up on those visual displays where the screen is nothing more than the air and reacts to his motions. It's prboably tied to something else like his watch or a ring or something he uses for the suit, but trying to figure out what would probably take a lot more time than you have now and a lot better tech.

"I didn't think you were someone else. I knew who you were. I just aassumed you were a guy. Of course, you pretty much blew that little bit of anonymity when you started working with SHIELD." Which of course is one way of phrasing it. Being involuntarily conscripted so as to keep your ass out of jail could be another. Potato...potato...but as he skims through the drive's contents it's images of locations and some video of some of the conflicts with the forces going on world wide. There's different benefits, different images of fighting but most of them end the same with either equal casualties down to peopel being utterly slaughtered. It's not a fair fight, by any means, and other than superhumans, mutants, etc. there's little that seems to be having any success.

Quake has posed:
His response earns him an appraising and thoughtful nod of head. "Touche. And nice comeback. Not a difference a lot of people actually get. Gender's just a thing you throw on in the morning. The whole digital world is out there and people want to quibble about whether you sit or stand to take a pee. It's ridiculous, really."

The images that are drawn up are much more impressive when regarded in this state. She has to give it to the man, he's got impressive gack. "Recruited to SHIELD. Or more like voluntold. Who knows, if I'd run across someone like you sooner, maybe I'd still be a civillian." Because /that/ was really going to be allowed to happen. The images are horrific enough to set her features into a deep frown. "That's just all sorts of bad."

Iron Man has posed:
"Remind me...to have you stick to computers and not marketing," he says. Moving over to the energy field he's working on, he starts to tweak some of the settings. "World apocolypse...that's all sorts of bad. Drought in the Sudan....that's a huge bummer. Earthquake in Mexico - wow...that sucks...." he says, his fingers using some tools to start adjusting it a bit and you cn see the field cause thigns to happen like a bit of a hum, lights to flicker, hairs on your arms or neck to stand up a little. He walks back to the rifle after a few.

It's clear he knows it's all sorts of bad, and that's why he's in here and not out there, even though he and his suit could probably do a lot of good. He's in here trying to nullify those weapons...cause if he can do that, maybe the every day people have a shot as well.

"I tend to sit even if it's all I'm doing. Keeps both hands free. Easier for texting."

Quake has posed:
"Well, I can remind you, but I'm not sure the powers that be are decided on whether or not they want me at their computers." Daisy gives an easy shrug, still watching not just the images as they form overlays and are moved about, but the actuality of what the man is doing. Getting a feel for his system and its workings based on how he manipulates just the parts she can observe. She's no doubt that if she were able to get her hands on what he had..

There's a small, resigned sigh from the young woman as she once again reminds herself that keeping her away from what he had was exactly why her ass was plunked firmly in SHIELD with Mom and Dad hovering over her every move. Her overseeing agents still debating the finer points of her measure.

"Somehow I didn't think of you as a toilet texter. That's really bad for your electronics, you know. Not to mention the germs." Like she's not logged in from anywhere she could at any time she could when necessary. "A little TMI if you ask me, but I guess it's my own fault. I brought the topic up." Well, only in the strictest sense. He'd thought she was a male. Another chin jerk towards the setup. "I suppose you know what it is they wanted you to get out of that?" She could hazard a few guesses, but it was worth asking.

Iron Man has posed:
"Yes....I got what they wanted me to get out of it," he says, as he aims the rifle again, and there's the sound of him exhaling as he pulls the trigger.

"Pissed."