3828/Rising Tide: Hatching a Satellite-shaped Plan

Rising Tide: Hatching a Satellite-shaped Plan
Date of Scene:	08 February 2018
Location:	Avengers Medical Lab
Synopsis:	Avengers Assemble to discuss getting the internet back. In Tony's hospital room.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Hawkeye (Barton), Scarlet Witch, Black Knight, Vision

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Iron Man has posed:
The lack of internet is a big problem. After all, 'Rogue' needs to be able to watch her you-tube cats, doesn't she? And Tony had some other things he was doing, that need not be mentioned at all. His cocktail of medication has made his browsing and communication out of the medical bay somewhat multi-faceted. Even so, he has no issue rallying the internally connected robot drones, and sends them out all over the place to examine all the wiring and determine the causes of what is blocking his streaming videos. He needs to see what happens on the next episode he's entirely not binge-watching through a haze of 'healing'.

But it has also, indeed, caused a meeting to suddnely manifest on top of him, as he's an obvious one to drag into the current apparent problem. He already has converted the side of the medical bed he's on to be his personal high tech interface, linked through into a cheerful droid hovering near his large quantity of wires and leads that flow in (and out...) of his chest into the monitoring consoles.

"I hope you guys bring your own chairs -- better yet, don't, I need the space to build some things," Tony comments over the internal comms.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint had been playing fireman with SHIELD for most of the day, not in the literal sense, but trying to keep the world from spinning out of control while brighter minds than his own tried to fix the internet. Which is why he's at the Mansion now, to see one of the brightest minds he knows, Tony. He'd been out circulation for the last while when it came to the Avengers so finding Tony in the sick room comes as a bit of a shock. "Hey T," Clint says stepping into the room. "Guessing things took a turn for the worst huh?" he asks, a little ashamed that he hadn't been paying attention.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda was at the mansion when it all went to hell by virtue of the fact of being on monitor duty that evening. She was secretly bemused by the fact of being tapped for that duty, even as she'd protested that she was hardly rightly back. Of course it was all a matter of protesting for the sake of protesting, and once she'd gotten over the initial shock of being put on the roster, she'd been pleased. It spoke of being one of the group. Belonging. It felt good.

However, it hadn't felt so good when that rogue message had taken over the screens, and then everything had gone dead. Tech wasn't her bit thing, so she'd left it alone, afraid of tampering, and gone looking for help instead.

Which was how she ended up joining the group at Tony's bedside.

Black Knight has posed:
    Take the helm, he said. No icebergs, he said. This is an iceberg. This is a British cruise ship sinking sized iceberg. Look, there is an old lady. She's going to doing something stupid with a priceless necklace, her doofus boyfriend is going to die, and the ship is going to go way, way down. It's a bad iceberg.

    Dane is wearing a 'Hyrule Fencing Club' t-shirt and a pair of khakis. He looks scruffy-faced, and animated. "I cannot verify it, but there is this little paranoid voice in my head saying this is not just a New York issue. intermittent cellular access at best. No Internet of value. Telegraphy is unfortunately hard to handle most days. I blame young people." He deadpans. His mouth twists into a thin, hard line as he stalks towards Tony. "By the veil, Stark. You should be in blissful sleep, drooling into your immaculate, smug goatee." It's deadpan, but its affectionate. Barton gets more of a smile as Dane walks in. "Clint." His tone is warmer. He has a napkin in one hand. "I need to borrow Tony's brain for a moment. I have a work around. Maybe, but... yeah, I cannot handle some of the code." Ah, the curse of just being just a 'regular genius', rather than a super-genius? A napkin, like a barbarian. He has sketches and equations on a napkin. He must think he is Feinman or something!

    "Could you get a micro satelite into orbit?" he asks. "Like, could I piggy back it up in a Quin--." He stares at Wanda for a moment, as if surprised to see her. "--Quinjet?" back to business, rubbing at his forehead with the napkin, smearing a little ink from it onto his forehead. "Or do I have to ride a horse into orbit?"

    Again, he pauses, as if considering the absurdity of what he said and the even great absurdity that it could work, if it were small enough. he holds out the napkin towards Tony, because who wouldn't want to see it?

Vision has posed:
Vision rises from the floor like a wraith... a wraith wearing a festive sweater. It is amazing how many different sweaters the synthazoid owns. So far no one has seen him wear the same sweater twice. There is probably a betting pool on it somewhere. Anyways, the synthetic cyberbentic organism looks.. unhappy. There is a grumpy expression on his face. "Anthony Stark!" he intones, ignoring everyone else for a second. "While I understand you are bored, and while I know you felt slighted when I halted your attempt to search through my browser history for your sickbed entertainment last night, I am experiencing agitation at your antics. What have /you/ done to the internet access from the Mansion. I was offline for 12 hours for my monthly deep defragmentation cycle and could not relink when woke up." So aparently Vision thinks this is some of Tony's tomfoolery and doesn't know quite what is really happening at the moment.

He then notes that there are others in the room. "My apologies.."

Iron Man has posed:
"They didn't fill you in, Barton? Must not have wanted to distract you. I know how deeply you care for my welfare, and it would have made you unable to function, to know I was on death's doorstep. I can tell by all the balloons and flowers you didn't send," Tony teases. The room has a few weird objects in it, but certainly no balloons or flowers as described. "Not even a Daisy," Tony snorts at Clint, and collapses into heavy coughing and rattling that makes one of the machines have a flashing fit across it.

Tony does something on the console and the flashing stops. Because it makes sense to just shut off the alarm instead of fixing what the alarm was warning about. Really.

"Absolutely can get something into orbit. Sure. I have about eight ways to do that, even without internet," Tony says. "Although half of them require me at least connecting to the Tower," Stark admits, and seems to ... start to work on probably just that. "MK, drop your pants again, girl," Tony asks of the droid, and the droid helpfully drops a mass of cords and wires, which Tony twists ... uncomfortably--- to reach out and dig around in with his right hand, making a face and turning somewhat pale.

"Vision, yes, absolutely, I did this while unconscious. I'm pretty magical. See, I don't think you WANT to connect to the mess right now." And then... the travesty. The napkin. Tony pauses, accepts the napkin. Turns it right side up. "Is this an intentional line or did you use it to wipe up a spill?" Tony asks Dane, indicating a part on the left of the diagram.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint might have been offended, being all down about missing the news about Tony's condition and then having it thrown in his face all jokingly like that, fortunately he speaks Tony and just smiles. "Hey, I thought all my free relationship advice had me covered for all of that stuff," Clint jokes before flinching at the Daisy thing. "Low blow Tony," he warns quietly. He still has to keep up the act here.

When the others arrive they're greeted in turn, "Wanda, Dane, Viz," he says one after the other before adding a sotto voice "Alllllviiinn," mostly to himself.

His attention focuses on Vision after that, different sweater today, his bet in the pool is still safe, but beyond all that, "Wasn't Tony's fault this time, the net's down world wide, courtesy of the Rising Tide." Oh and his girlfriend, who also shot him, but he leaves that part out.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda finds a perch in the room, quiet until she's greeted, which earns Clint a smile from the woman. And then a sympathetic look, "You should not be so sad, no? We will take you out and make you forget the girl who broke your heart."

She tsks at Tony. "I do not think even being ill forgives you that."

Wanda looks thoughtful at the remainder of Clint's words, looking to the others in turn. "This is why the monitors went down, yes? They did not sound an alarm. Only this.." She makes a small gesture with a hand. "It was annoying. And then there was nothing." Annoying in the way her father's speeches are annoying. Which is to say much of it she tuned out in favour of sparing herself the need for a reply.

Black Knight has posed:
    "Look. Valinor might have grabbed at the napkin. Mistakes were made." Dane gets a little defensive. Horse spit. That is horse spit. "But the equations work. I can keep it under 200 kilos, if we use mylar antennae. 250, if you want to be a little more robust." That is a lot of weight. "I know. It's heavy as hell, but you have to shield it, and since it's not like I have a spare telecommunications tapping spy apparatus laying around, i have to kit bash it a little. You want it done tomorrow, or you want it pretty?" he pauses. "That?" He indicates another stain. "That's a bit of apple I used to bribe the horse so he would give me the napkin back." Dane clears his throat. "He, uhm, gets cranky when he cannot watch Mister Ed." The delivery is so straight and uninflected it is difficult for folks who do not know him to tell if it was a joke. It wasn't.

    Dane pushes a hand through his hair. it's a sure sign he's a little nervous. In a fight, he's confident as hell. Heck, around almost any other scientists in the world, he's confident; he invented real lightsabers and genetically engineered flying horses for goodness sakes! Around the real elite brains though, he gets this ever-so-slight complex. His back is a little more ramrod straight. His body language is more agitated; it's hard to go from being the smartest person in a room to being somewhere in the middle.

    "Vision? you want to look at this? Your expertise with miniaturizing my work, which I tend to over-engineer was invaluable during the cybernetic limbs we made. Please?" That was more sincere.

    He tries not to look at Wanda. "Nice to have you back." He looks over at his friend Vision, and reaches a hand over to gently grasp a sweater-clad Elbow as Dane steps back to let the other brains look at his work.

    This is oddly barebones. Dane tends to build for durability. He obviously learned something from Vision on their earlier work, but the Android can find places to shed excess. He looks at Clint, and indicates the equipment Tony shut the alarm off on, as if asking the other man to see what it was.

    This entire time, his cheeks have been reddening ever-so-slowly.

Vision has posed:
Vision frowns, looking SOMEWHAT mollified but still confused. He crosses his arms over his chest, floating a foot above the ground as he listens to Tony, and Clint, and Dane, and even Wanda. It takes him milliseconds to parse all the different conversation strings.

The Rising Tide. You mean the organisation of hacktivists, The Rising Tide." he states neutrally to both Tony and Clint, then cants his head. "Considering I have been 'off the grid' on a consulting matter in space until yesterday morning, I must profess I have not synced with the mansion's logs to get an update on their status. I was waiting until after my defragmentation cycle." he explains. "But I fail to see what orbital access has to do with alleviating this problem....." He is led by Dane to the apparatus, still frowning. "What is it you are wishing me to miniaturize. Why is no one attempting to reformat and retake control of the Internet Exchange Points? Maybe I should try hooking up to this new network and see what I can surmise..." he trails off a moment and looks to Wanda. "Is Clint Barton having romantic troubles?" he asks. He looks VERY confused right now.

Iron Man has posed:
Oh, right. There's things to keep track of and not leak. Tony actually looks baffled about being called out for the Daisy thing. Oh, well, he'll just look bad, that's fine. Better than the alternative his misake could have caused. "I," Tony 'warns' Clint in return, "Am on some wonderful pain management. Don't confuse the patient who had major surgery; ---let me get you a drink," Tony answers, which is as much of an apology about the Daisy situation as Tony will spare for now.

"Also, I /did/ talk to Pepper," Tony adds to Clint in a mysterious way. And keys on his console. Dane may have the best guess as to what THAT is about: more drink orders. "What do you want? Shaken is best, this droid mostly spills," Tony asks.

"Ok, good start. It can be heavy: we can hurl an elephant up there. So, pull this entire side off-- it can be oriented this way. Replace this array," Tony says, pulling a pen out of the droid and starting to note on the napkin. He gets a 'wtf am I doing' expression, and uses the damn console, putting up a rework on the medical monitor where his stats were previously. Don't need /those/. "I think we should do BOTH things, Vision. Let's both go in the front door, but also around the back."
There's another pause. At Wanda. "....Wait. Don't you ...heal?" Tony asks.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Wanda's smile is returned by Clint and he gives her a nod. "Sounds good," he says of a night out to forget some heartache, even the fake sort. "Welcome back by the way," he says though her monitor comment earns a slight addition. "All the way back if you're on monitor duty. And yeah, that would do it, the equipment should be working but there's nothing coming to them."

Clint tries not to look so confused through what Dane says and most of what Vision says until he gets to the end. "And yeah, Skye shot me Viz, it was fun times. She's off with these Rising Tide people," he says before he looks to the brains about Vision's idea. "So, is that going to work? I can get SHIELD to help if we need bodies for that."

Tony's reply is met with a nod, "Sure, when you're not on those wonderful pain meds, also, good news about that talk," he offers Tony a fistbump.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda ducks her head with a sudden shyness at Clint's welcoming her back. "It is good to be back with friends," she murmurs. Her lips twitching with a sudden smile as she nods. "I did not think I would be asked so soon. I should have run faster, no? Then I would be home in my own warm bed instead of here trying to understand what the rest of you are talking about."

Especially Dane and Vision. Though she doesn't miss Dane's slightly abashed look her way, and even more sudden looking away.

"Oh?" Tony's comment might not have been for her, but she perks up anyway. "You talked to a girl. About liking her, no? See, yes. But you are making no sense. This would all be easier if your mind were not all the fog of medicine."

Again, she tsks at Tony, looking thoughtful, before heading over to his bed. "We will make this better." And without a by your leave, or a hello sailor, she puts her hands on Tony and does what Wanda does best - makes things happen the way she wants them to be. Cue, one much less injured Tony, without any remnant of drug addling.

Black Knight has posed:
    "Who in here isn't having romantic trouble?" Dane actually snaps irrately. He immediately apologizes. "Uh, I'm sorry, Vision." He considers his words for a moment. "Ana left." he sounds a little numb over it. "She went back to Canada. I was too much the scientist, and not enough the sorcerer for her." Danee clears his throat, he must have something in it, because he so rarely shows an emotion that is not vaguely pugnacious. "But, that doesn't excuse me snapping at you. I'm sorry." Actual apologies from Dane Whitman; someone might want to note the date and time in the log. Though, it is unlikely too many will miss his half-demon girlfriend from Canada. He flicks his gaze to Clint, the only person he feels will catch the joke. "Now I am a nerd with an Ex-Girlfriend in Canada." Deadpan. His tone is more sincere. "I'm sorry Clint. She always seemed remarkably good." He gives Clint a look, then pivots his gaze back Tony.

    He tilts a brow. "Vision and I have got this. You are triggering medical alarms. So, either get into the bed, or I stab you with my lightsaber. It will probably be set to stun. Probably. Let the brilliant android and the engineer handle the rest of it. I know, the lack of harlot red paint and gold-plating will upset your sensibilities, but we're on the clock here." He adds, "The sooner we get this satelite up, the sooner I can use photonic nerve manipulation to help you with your pain management so you can avoid that pesky opiate buzz." His body language continues to show his ill-ease as his arms slowly cross over his belly. Trying to be decent to people and not just being a defiant, headstrong malcontent is obviously making him uncomfortable.

    "If we could get hold of Alpha Flight, or the Justice League, they are already in orbit. I don't trust either of them, though, to share our interests." Dane Whitman is really trying this 'be nice' thing, but apparently he still comes with trust issues fully installed. "If someone more trusting wants to get in touch with them, that might not be a bad idea." He tilts his head towards Wanda. "Everyone is in love with Wanda." He does watch her heal Tony, and he seems to wince a little from it, as if he can see the magic she's using. "Is it always so intense?" He asks softly. So, the scientist can see magic?

Vision has posed:
Vision looks over his shoulder at Clinton for a moment, a bare brow raised. "Clint Barton. It would have to be something far worse that being shot by your paramour for your relationship to be suffering. If I am correct, she is nowhere near the first love interest of yours to try and harm you grievously with a firearm. As for being off with the rising tide... You are sure she is not undercover instigating a double cross. I mean, she /is/ a SHIELD agent, after all." he reminds him.

He looks to Dane next and frowns. "/I/ am not having romantic trouble." he states matter of factly, "You have nothing to apologize for, though. I understand that the termination of a relationship can cause humans, especially human males, to become... I believe the word is testy? Though I wonder if the entomology of that word comes from Testes, as some sort of joke..." he wonders, then shakes his head.

He looks to Tony and nods in agreement with Dane. "The Black Knight is correct. You need to rest. While your internet connection is indeed down, all the telemetry from your support machinery /is/ being recorded by my near field tempest sensors.. Which I will endevour to foreward to your doctor the moment we are able. if it will help you relax and alleviate your boredom I will give you access to all the seasons of Sex in the City which I have on my private internal storage server.

Vision has posed:
Vision finally looks to Wanda and raises a brow. "Why would you think we would not ask you back, or as quickly as you were? You are an important member of this team. Far more important than /I/ am.: he says sincerely. "They called /me/ back, ergo, they would doubly call /you/ back."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony is cured! He reacts as if he is, at any rate. "Let's do this. I have something perfect at the tower--" He grins at Wanda and immediately starts to unclip the bundles of wires off of his reactor, sitting up, and shoving the console aside with forearm. He's just in his comfortable pants, socks, little else-- And gets to his feet ----ANNNNNND down he goes with a crunch of metal on metal as the reactor slams into the side of the bed's railing as he spins in a lurch, partially catching himself on the console side as his legs do not have /any/ of what he's decided to try to do right now. So 'not dying' is also a lot different than 'ready to go for a jog'.

"Oh hey, so, maybe I'll sit a little longer, and do the software part, instead," Tony says, in a voice that suggests he might vomit on the floor, clinging uncerimoniously to the edge of the bed, knuckles whitened.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Clint shoots Wanda a smile, "Might have been a smart idea," he says of running faster and avoiding monitor duty. "Did I leave my Sudoku book up there? If so have at," he says joking. Monitor duty was boring not much one could do about that.

Dane gets a smile at the joke and a nod of thanks at the condolences. "Sorry to hear about, Ana too man. And yeah, relationship woes are sort the team hobby isn't it?"

Then Vision's comments leave Clint blinking. "Hey that's not-" he begins to say. "No, okay, you're right, I've been shot by exes, before, but on principle, hey!" he says before crossing his arms over his chest. "She would have told me Vision, and she wouldn't have shot me," his eyes flick down and he scratches behind his ear. "She's definitely gone."

He's almost glad when Tony tumbles he's glad of the distraction and he reaches out to grab Tony and keep him from falling out of bed entirely. "Whoa, easy there," he says before nodding when Tony says it might be a good idea to say put. "I've had the mystic healing thing done before, it throws you for a loop, trust me on that." A nod though is given to Wanda. "Good work," he says.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
There are all sorts of things Wanda might have said to Clint. Perhaps even to Dane. or Vision. However, there is the small matter of one Tony Stark, bearer of more ego than ten men combined and not even close to the sense of one of them.

"If you make me have to do that again," she tells him calmly as he sits back down after his aborted attempt to make like nothing is still wrong with him, "I will make it so that you can't move until you are all better. Perhaps not even that mouth of yours, hrm?"

The way she says it is so deadpan and matter of fact, that one might believe she's serious. Quite so.

For his troubles, she lets Tony wallow in his own nausea, hoping to impart upon him to take it easy.

"I came back because of my father," she murmurs without meeting any glances, busying herself with smoothing down the top coverlet on Tony's bed, even though it's a pointless gesture, what with him still sitting on the bed, and not likely to be leaving it quite yet. "I read what he had done. Someone needed to stop him." And break him out of SHIELD. She didn't mention that part, even though the guilt of it still weighs heavily upon her. That, and the fact that he still bore all his powers. She hadn't stopped him at all.

Black Knight has posed:
    As Dane starts to open his mouth to patiently (probably not) explain where 'testy' came from, Tony buckles. The archer gets a little help from the swordsman. He is gentle with Stark. "Come on, Tony." He reaches out for the napkin, and quietly says, "I'll be in the workshop. Could someone please send down some coffee for me?" He looks about the teammates for a moment. He looks down, then back up. "It's good to see you all again." He admits as he starts for the door. "I don't care why you came back, Wanda. It just isn't the same without you. Welcome back." His steps are brisk and his back is rigid.

    His hand caresses his forehead. "And a burger?" he adds in a hurry.

Vision has posed:
Vision stops and looks at Wanda a moment, regarding her thoughtfully. "That you returned to face your father is commendable, Wanda Maximoff. Believe you, me, when I say I understand how difficult that can be." he says with an actual real hint of sympathy. Which is probably not surprising considering that of all the people in this room, her father is the only one who is as infamous (if not more so) than his own. "It speaks of your strength of will and your sense of duty and honor."

He looks to Clint, next, and shrugs. "Agent Skye is, or was, or is pretending not to be but still is a SHIELD Agent. So are, or were, you. You understand the need for compartmentalization and operations security. What you think may be the truth could be something else entirely.. And it is not like you have /not/ withheld information yourself, or led others to believe one thing when another was the truth, either." he points out.

To Tony... well.. he can only sigh and shake his head. "You doctor will not be pleased, regardless of the mystically accelerated healing, if you continue to bash yourself like that."

Finally, he looks to Dane as he walks to his workshop. "I will join you momentarily, Dane Whitman. I need to go by my oen laboratory first to get some tools and supplies..." he says and then wit a nod to everyone else he sinks back down through the floor.

Iron Man has posed:
"As the most... senior ranking Avenger here... enough talking. Particularly about me bashing anything; I'm fine. So. Assembly... assembled. You kids go storm the castles -- make the things happen," Tony directs vaguely, but then decouples the assembly from the side of the bed and hands it towards Dane -- or Vision, since Vision says he is going to follow him. A clear 'here, go make it'. "Don't use the damn napkin; here." Until Vision is fading down through the floor. And the design is not taken from him. Sigh. Tony attempts to get the tablet of plans handed off onto whoever will take them. "Get that napkin-travesty away from him," Tony asks in dismay of the remaining agents.

Yes, they need to go, though. ...Because obviously Tony might be sick, probably has to check his health readouts for realsies, and he'd rather everybody not be staring at him for it. Because he's invincible.

Although a little healing to ego is needed, admittedly.