3931/Plans and Autographs

Plans and Autographs
Date of Scene:	21 February 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Drake's problem is looked into, and he might fanboy a little.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Slipstream

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Iron Man has posed:
The meeting has been rescheduled a few times. And if anyone is paying attention to the whole internet-is-down and so forth, in addition to news reports on the Rising Tide, it can't be that big of a shock that Stark doesn't have a whole lot of spare time to lend. However, as the internet comes up, the meeting actually seems to STICK, with Drake! He only gets a half hour, but that's still a feat, at this point, undeniably.

Arriving at the Avengers Mansion is a fun time of security and so forth, but with his credentials Drake will find himself brought into the front foyer by an assistant to Stark, Mr. Larkin. They don't need to wait long; Tony Stark himself comes striding out from a stairwell, a few assistants in his wake, as well as one little robot. It isn't golden Snowball; this one doesn't look like something from Overwatch, though it would have fit right in with the cast, considering. Tony is being talked to urgently by the assistants, while he is ... eating what is obviously a sandwich. He spots Drake, and indicates for the assistants to leave. They do.

"Mr.... Winters, isn't it?" Tony asks Drake cheerfully, closing rapidly and offering a smooth handshake with non-sandwich hand. Stark is a bit of a force of nature in person: larger than life, charismatic, but extremely relaxed and personable. "Too much going on. You're my lunch break," Tony sighs with a teasing chuckle.

Slipstream has posed:
The experience has made Drake wide-eyed in amdiration at how freaking cool the Avengers' mansion is as he goes through security, now with a shiny badge tagged on to his shirt. Today he's wearing a black Overwatch hoodie with the emblem in gold on the back, and the slogan: 'Heroes Never Die' on the top left of his chest in silver cursive. By all intents and purposes, he looks like a normal young man, with the exception of the large bracelet strapped to his wrist with a bright blue glowing light that pulses with a few digital readouts. He reaches out with his left hand for a shake, giving him a firm grip in return. "Wow. This place is so cool." He breathes out with a smile. "It's an honor to meet you Mister Stark. I'm such a huge fan of yours. I did a research paper on you in high school once and crushed it. Went for like forty pages when my teacher asked for five. My entire Overwatch team idolizes you." He stops as he realizes he is babbling, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I just spent the afternoon fighting ninjas and one of them kicked me in the balls. They still hurt. Hey, I know this is like a business question but I got a picture of their uniform and I don't know who they belong to, but it's a symbol of a foot on their gray ..um... sweat shirts.. or whatever it is they wear. They broke into Star Labs and stole some tech. No clue what it is..." He is babbling again. ".... I'm talking to Iron Man.. oh my god.."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony really takes it all in stride. It's not his first time with this reception, naturally, and he's nice about it. He smiles into the ramble, though he does continue to eat his sandwich. But there is very little that will actually stop Tony from eating. He'll eat through an official press conference if he's hungry enough.

"First-- we can hold autographs to the end. Just remind me," Tony teases him briefly but kindly, and waggles a hand in a casual motion for him to follow him as he moves away towards a hallway, attempting to ease Drake out of hero-worship mode. Well, not fully out: Tony enjoys this type of thing. "Foot hoodies? Sounds familiar. I'll take what you have, sure. Do you need... Ice... for your 'situation'?" Tony asks, eyes glancing down to the reference to being kicked.

Surely this is how Drake imagined meeting Iron Man: to discuss his sore balls.

Slipstream has posed:
"No, no.. I'm fine. I'm not being a bitch about it. I'm sure I'll get kicked in the balls plenty more times if these things happen often. I was in Mutant Town the other night when shit went crazy down there and people started attacking families and trying to round 'em up in UHauls. I mixed it up with a few of those whack jobs also. I only got punched in the face though, not the balls. But, my powers kinda help me heal faster, at least surface wounds. I just try not to exert myself too much or else my powers will kill me. Um.. they sorta... you see, I was stuck between realities of time and when the Legion got me out, it broke something, so now my body tries to tear itself apart on a molecular level and it /really/ hurts, especially if I use my powers too much, so this thingy here that Star Labs and the Legion of Superheroes put together for me kinda keeps me in /our/ timeline and my body in one piece. I sorta speed boost now, kinda like a blink. Point A to point B with only a thought, but if I use it too much, I overload the bracelet and my body starts to shut down and I end up having some bad reactions to it." Drake says as he follows after him quickly to keep up his pace. "So, I'm sorta fast like The Flash, but I don't move like him... I don't actually run.. I just... leap... I dunno... it's hard to explain unless I show you. Also found out if I use my powers while I'm hitting something, I can really fuck it.. er... I can really mess it up big time. It's like being hit by a semi."

Iron Man has posed:
That is a LOT of information. Certainly an overload on it. Well, for somebody that isn't Tony Stark, anyway. He appears to be listening, though a possibly disconcerting amount is on his sandwich. But he is paying attention, and doesn't interrupt Drake's explanation. He does lead him roughly to the Gym, though, which is more like a space station flight test facility, with all the insane equipment.

"Full permission to say 'fuck' around me, kid," Tony says first, and finishes up the sandwich, which frees his hands up. Except for a wrapper, which he just rolls up and hangs onto against the palm of left hand. "First. Let's see this 'thingy' up close, then," Tony says, referring to Drake's object from Star Labs. "Also... I know you remember this girl." Tony flips something that's similar to a phone but definitely isn't, out of a coat jacket pocket and skims a few fingers over it, then flips through the holograms it projects a few inches upwards. The 'girl' in question, golden snowball, comes whirring in from upstairs with a chime of sound as she arrives to their left. She immediately changes into a scanning mode, emitting a soft golden cone shaped field out of her head, and inches towards Drake.

Slipstream has posed:
"It's Snowball!" Drake squeaks out with glee. "Oh my god, that is so cool that you built her. I think it's a her. Mei never really said so but I don't think we're allowed to assume a robot's gender. Especially an Omnics." He is such a fucking nerd. He holds out his wrist for the robot to scan the device. "So, from what I've been able to gather, I can do about ten to fifteen jumps with my powers in a day before I go to code orange. It changes colors based upon how my body is holding up. Blue, yellow, orange and red. Red I'm assuming I'm not sticking around much longer after it hits that. But, everyone seems to think the more I practice, the more jumps I'll be able to get out of it." He looks about the gym with wide eyes. "Wow. Is this where The Hulk works out? And Thor? Man..." He sighs out loudly. ".. It's like I'm in Overwatch Headquarters at Watchpoint Gibraltar hanging out with real superheroes. Or at least you. You're sorta like Torbjorn. Except better looking and taller and richer. Torb is... you know, the dwarf but he's a builder. He builds /everything/. He's super smart. But I don't think he can reach the steering wheel of your Jag."

Iron Man has posed:
"I'm pretty sure neither of them has to work out; terribly unfair," Tony observes with a shake of his head. "I /know/ Hulk doesn't," he adds, conspiratorially, while he fiddles with his tech device and 'snowball' does her thing, circling. "Mostly you'd find, say, Captain America doing that... Ah, okay. You might enjoy this tidbit: the tech is related to some of what we used to get the temporary communications and internet up and running, over the past two weeks," Tony shares, with a half-smile. "Which, bonus, means I know what I'm looking at." Tony flips the device shut, coughs a little. The cough is not social, he has a brief lapse, maybe a flu thing. A reminder, just for an instant, that Tony is human.

"So, I see two good options here. First, take her with you, and do some outdoor stress tests, beating up foot-pajama ninjas, or whatever. Second, come by later this week and use the gym for it, can get some great readings here. If you rather get connected to somebody that specializes in reality warp, can do that, but rather get a bit more first. So, pick your poison." Tony flips the 'phone' in his hand once, and tilts his head, easy smile.

Slipstream has posed:
"...Can I do both? Because my friends would lose their damn minds if I brought Snowball home, and I'm sure our social media would blow up with pictures of them with her. You have /no/ clue how much of a fan favorite Snowball is amongst us Watchers. I'm trying not to turn into a total fan boy right here." He's failing, terribly. He is fanboying. "I don't really get a chance to fight ninajs in pajamas. I think that may be a one time thingy. I don't even /know/ if I wanna be a superhero. I just watched three people get murdered in front of me in cold blood by someone pretending to be the Punisher the other day in Mutant Town and I'm still trying to act like I'm cool about it, but I spent all night sobbing because I know they were bad guys but no one should be shot from behind like that." He rubs the top of his shoulder with his hand. "But I can at least do a buncha jumps at the football field, then come back here and do deeper stress tests?"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony doesn't stay in flippant mode when Drake starts to describe the real trials of being a hero, his expression turns more serious. But a little awkward, too. Tony doesn't like doing 'feels'.

On the upside, Snowball, it seems, was programmed to. She chirrrrs at him and moves in to bump his shoulder with her head. Bonk bonk. Tony skirts the issue, focuses on moving on.

"Yeah, sold. You can have her, for..." again, his device. "Four days, let's say, to do your other tests, then come back by here Monday," Tony decides. "Try not to drag her into too many fights, but if they show up on your doorstep, well. She'll defend herself, but she's not a fighting drone," Tony clarifies. Meaning, Snowball probably will do just fine, so long as she's not fighting the Hulk. "But if it's between her and you, stand behind her," Tony finishes. He's not a completely heartless asshole, obviously.

"Well, sounds like you have the gist of superhero, more than that other guy. No, people don't deserve to get shot in the back. Particularly under the influence of - whatever that was, that I haven't had time to look into, yet. I mean, I'm awesome, but the worldwide internet is already a lot to solve." Tony doesn't push either way on being a superhero.

Tony then checks the time. "Speaking of, I think I should finish fixing that. People have cat videos to watch."

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh. Thank you /so/ much for fixing the Internet. I was going through withdrawls. I really was lost without the Internet. My entire life is built around it. Not just with Overwatch but my streams and my online classes at the JC and .. um.. you know.. just everything.. I don't really do good with outside in the sunlight situations. Though I'm sorta dating a Green Lantern now and she wants me to work out and get more real life in my life and I'm trying to be open to the idea but real life sucks ..." Drake trails off for a moment with a clear of his throat as he gives a smile to shoulder bumping Snowball. "And I'm sure we won't be shot at. I'll just stick to football fields and roof jumping for now. I'll take good care of her." He pauses, then says, ".. Can I get your autograph and a selfie, please? Before you save the world again." He slips his hand into his hoodie to take out a small book made of leather and blank pages. He opens it up to one page that he has wrote: World Changers, at the top. He has an autograph of Reed Richards at the top in silver marker.

Iron Man has posed:
Oh, god. Being handed things. Tony finesses it to avoid actually hitting his pet peeve. "Yeah," Tony says, managing not to flinch, and goes for a different interior suit pocket, pulling his pen. He'll gesture for Drake to just hold the book for him, as opposed to actually taking it from him, though he does steady it with his other hand: the one still holding the sandwich wrapper. 'Don't implode before Monday!' Tony writes in surprisingly legible handwriting, and then the flashy angular signature of TONY STARK. He winks once and clicks the pen, putting it away.

"Too late, though," Tony adds. "Already saved the world a bit yesterday; I'm polishing the rest today," Tony says, and then awaits the selfie, wherein he will dominate most of the frame, of course, with his usual confident-sorta-arrogant smile.

Slipstream has posed:
Glancing down at the writing, Drake grins wryly. "I hope I don't implode. I was told it'd be really messy and that I'd leave quite a stain." Drake slips his expensive looking top of the line whatever i-Device is out and unlocks it. He holds it up for the selfie, turning it portrait mode, then snaps a shot of them. He himself is wearing a cheesy grin on his face. He's so excited. "Thank you Mister Stark, so much for meeting me for your lunch break and for loaning me Snowball. I'll be back on Monday." He says as he starts off with a wave, practically bouncing on his feet. His phone immediately goes off in his hand as he glances down at it, then answers. An excited voice of a latino accent can be heard coming through the speaker. "DUDE YOU ARE HANGING OUT WITH TONY STARK! I JUST SAW YOUR POST. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD YOU GOT A SNOWBALL! DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE CAN IT DO THE BLIZZARD ULTIMATE?"

He winces, holding the phone away from his ear. ".. No, but I think she shoots lasers."

"SHE CAN'T SHOOT LASERS DUDE! IT'S NOT CANON!"

".. Yah, but I don't think Mister Stark cares about that. She's here to examine me."

"BUT IT'S NOT CANON! VALK! TELL HIM IT'S NOT CANON!" "... It's not Canon." Comes a female voice through the speaker with a loud sigh, like she doesn't care."

"Guys, it's not a big deal, she's really cool." He tries again.

A new voice comes through the speaker now. "Dude, it's Try Hard. It's not canon. You tell Tony it's not canon."

"Holy shit guys, I'm not telling Iron Man of all people how the fuck Overwatch works. He's doing me a huge favor. I gotta go."

"IT'S NOT FUCKING CAN---." Click. Sigh.

Iron Man has posed:
"So," Tony begins, after listening to that entire tirade of commentary from Drake's fans, "There's something important you should know about me, that you don't seem to be aware of," Tony says, in a way that's possibly a little eerie. He clicks his tongue a few times thoughtfully, fiddles with his palm device again.

Two more little robots come in out of nowhere, and Tony taps one on the head. "Sorry bud, need your kilt," he says to one of them, taking off the lower array after flipping open the bottom chambers. With a few adjustments he pulls the ring out of him, and then approaches Snowball. "Avert your eyes," he teases Drake, because Snowball is about to come apart briefly. He'll swap the lower array out with the one he stole out of the other robot. Installs it. Snowball now has a black band around her lower body, when Stark seals her back up, but otherwise is the same.

"As I was saying. That _important thing_ is: that *I* ...can do anything," Stark states. "If you get lit on fire, let's say, she'll more than deal with it. Which I consider a good 'ultimate'." Stark smirks and waves them out.

Slipstream has posed:
Looking embarrassed as Tony calls back to him, Drake's cheeks are flushed. ".. I'm sorry. My team is like ... super dumb sometimes. They're like /really/ into the game. I don't care if she can't do a blizzard ultimate. I think she's awesome." Even if she's the wrong color, but he's not going to mention that. Gold edition Snowball is a special edition Snowball. When Tony summons the robots, he averts his eyes when instructed so not to see his new robo-companion naked and being rebuilt. ".. You gave her a blizzard ultimate? Oh, wow.. that is really awesome." He says with a laugh. "Hopefully I won't get set on fire. I'd hate to panic and cry in front of your robot that is scanning me at the time. Would be really awkward on video. I've been told I'm an ugly crier. Especially when the freaking Koreans beat us two years ago. It was a close game. Came down to overtime.." He pauses. " .. but .. who cares about that. Thank you. Have a great day!" He says as he hurries out, giving Snowball a quick hug along the way. Eee.