3937/Arby's

Arby's
Date of Scene:	22 February 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	A reporter in yellow has some QUESTIONS.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, War Machine, April O'Neil

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Iron Man has posed:
Certainly one of the last places one would expect to see Tony Stark is in some random fast food joint mid-afternoon on some Wednesday. It is quite well known (and lots of the news is announcing it gleefully), that he was hard at work with getting communications and the Internet running smoothly again. Surely he was doing that without breaks, in his tower of superheroism!

The truth, as it turns out, is that Tony has just parked outside in one of his most obnoxious luxury sports cars next to Rhodey's ride, and is chatting across at him as they come inside. Tony's dressed casually: black jeans, comfortable jacket over a graphic tee, expensive sunglasses perched in his hair. Which means, well, he's still extremely obvious and recognizable, particularly when he is projecting his voice in the same manner he does in every interview.

"No, no. /Vegas/, I've got a group of suites booked," Tony is laughing, pointing over at Rhodey as he shuts his car door and the vehicle chirps. "You're coming."

"Holy fucking shit, Tony Stark - you're the-I mean... I saw on the news--" two young men say loudly, who are leaving the Arby's, and accidentally block Tony and Rhodey's path by gaping. Which means most people in the restaurant are likely going to turn to look, at the very least.

"All true. Hi guys," Tony says without even batting an eye, accepting their handshakes. They figure out that they are blocking them and get out of the way, star-struck, and Tony gets to open the door for himself, catching it before it wings all the way shut. He holds it open for a spooked woman behind them, letting her past. She isn't even sure what to do, but manages to make it through the door while looking over her shoulder.

"I should fix the internet /every/ day," Tony jokes to Rhodey. Tony basks in attention, and is doing it now.

War Machine has posed:
     And what else would Rhodey be driving for a ride then his very own candy apple red Chrysler Turbine car. It makes a rumble and roar like no other car on the market, sounding much more in line with a jet engine then anything someone would expect on a modern road. It's in near mint condition, everything on it factory original save some... custom Stark-Fujikawa modifications made to improve fuel economy, and up the wow factor.

     With the hood down it takes little effort for Rhodey to flip the ignition killing the engine with a low wind-down of the turbines filling the air, before he hops right over the side of the car and starts walking his way towards the Arby's.

     "Why do I get the feeling in the pit of my stomach that's gonna end with me in a Jail Cell Tony?" Asked with a shake of his head as he sets his hands deep inside the pockets of his bomberjacket walking right along up to the moment his path is blocked.

     They weren't here to see him, they rarely if ever actually were, and when people were there to see him it was usually to try and get at Stark. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world but Rhodey didn't do what he did to be recognized.

     "Tell you what Tony, I'll call up the rising tide for you and make sure they know you want this to be a weekly event." As he walks his way into the building following after the woman they'd let past. "I'm sure the five or so of them left would be more then happy to oblige you once they get out of prison."

April O'Neil has posed:
April O'Neil was in Westchester earlier today reporting on a anti-mutant protest that had taken place in Salem Center, known for being a hotbed for mutant activity. The protest had been surprisingly peaceful, for as far as those things go.

Now, she was with her Camera Man, Vernon Fenwick and they're taking a pit stop on their way back southward into Manhattan. Vernon is up by the counter waiting on their orders while April is seated in a booth next to the front window where the sunlight is streaming in and happily keeping her warm.

April sits with her back up against the window, the sunlight coming down over her from behind, highlighting her red hair quite nicely. She's wearing a dark blue tanktop with a yellow hoodie draped over her knees as her jeans-covered legs are pulled up on the booth's bench. She's writing something down on a notepad with a pen, because she's a traditionalist!

Lost in her own little world, the reporter doesn't quite notice the pair of celebritantes making their way into the fastfood joint, like many others are in the process of doing... not yet at least, for her.

Iron Man has posed:
"Well, think of it this way. If Vegas lands you in prison, you can ask some of them in person," Tony says cheerfully, shrugging. "I can withhold bail, give you plenty of time," Tony continues, smile still bright, though primarily aimed at the people staring at him. Tony likes people. Stay holed up in the Tower? Not a chance.

"But really, I don't think you have to at all. There's always loads of people lining up to Fuck Stark," Tony comments, reaching the counter, and the deer-in-headlights kid there. The kid stares, until he is pulled out of the way by his manager.

"Welcome, Mr. Stark," the manager says, fully able to handle this. "What can we get for you today? Would you gentlemen like to try our new Oreo Bites?" she asks, smiling to Rhodey as well. Tony leans on the counter, in his usual overly relaxed way.

"Not today, Jenny," Tony answers, having read her name tag. "I'll have the brisket thing. And all of the fries."

She pauses. "/ALL/?" she checks. Because he might actually mean that.

"No, no. Unless you want them, Rhodey," Tony quirks a brow to his friend teasingly.

War Machine has posed:
     "You're always looking out for me Tony," Spoken sarcastically as he follows up to the counter attention drifting to the sign hanging behind the counter. A quick glance at Tony is given just to add a quick. "you know that." While he gives a good bit of thought to what he's going to order himself.

     He's quiet for a long moment taking out his hands from his pockets to set one on his chin, scratching at his beard in thought. "Sure Tony, while we're at it, why not buy the whole store and Rename it Starks?" A quiet shake of his head given. "I'll just have the- Copperhead?" He cuts himself off looking towards the cameraman at the counter. "Hey Copperhead Fenwick, that you man?" Called over to him as he seems to recognize the man.

     "The hell you been brother, haven't seen you since the fraternity days" Called with a bit of a smile as he leans on the counter giving a friendly wave. Why the name copperhead stuck is anyone's guess, but there's a highly amusing and incredibly embarrassing story to the whole thing that there's a good chance Fenwick would never want getting out. "You never show up to any of the reunions man, starting to wonder if you were dead."

April O'Neil has posed:
Vernon Fenwick was in the process of getting straws out of the little straw thing while he was trying to plastic lids onto both his and April's drinks. Vern is a tall guy at 6'2" and his short black hair and tan skin makes him stand out in most crowds, lanky and getting up into his middle aged years has him looking like his glory days were behind him.

He does a double take when Rhodey speaks to him. "Jimmy 'All Roads Lead Back to' Rhodey?!" He says in a booming deep voice and a big grin showing on his face as he turns to the old friend, apparently the share embarrassing nicknames.

Vern steps over to give a haerty handshake. "I'm workin' man." He says, then glances around. "I mean, not here, god no! Not ever." And a glance is given to the employees behind the counter. "NOt that there's anything wrong with working here!" He says with a big nervous laough.

His eyes go back to James then and he shakes his head. "No, there." He points over behind Tony and James to his co-worker in the booth beneath the sunlit window. "Her, she's my friend." He clears his throat. "I mean, co-worker." He leans forward to whisper at James. "She's kinda into me, don't let her in on it though, she's not my type."

April has turned to face the table now and is writing down something on her notepad while reading a text on her cell phone. Oblivious news reporter.

Iron Man has posed:
April looks familiar. Tony studies her, past Vernon. Familiar. Which could be dangerous or just fine. Tony gets this a lot. Familiar woman, could be something he SHOULD remember. He considers her, but obviously decides not to worry about it yet. "I think he'll have two kids' meals, extra relish, lettuce wrap," Tony helps Jenny at the counter out, in a stage-whisper well intended for Rhodey to go ahead and leap in and correct him.

"How many fries?" Jenny asks, concerned, finally, and her façade is breaking. "Just one of each type," Tony assures her distractedly. She starts to ring it up. The cooks behind her MIGHT be going ahead and leaping on that order immediately. The random perks of being Stark.

War Machine has posed:
     The secret Fraternity handshake is exchanged between the two men, there's a lot of motions to go through including a tap together of the heels of their shoes, a quick spin in a circle, and one last clasp together of their hands where the two bump into each other.

     He places his hands back into his pockets following the twos complex handshake. "You need to keep holding onto that Delta Tau Chi pride man." He jokes. "Don't worry brother, your secrets safe w- Tony, come on man." He cuts himself off looking back over to correct the order. "Two meat mountains off your secret menu, an order of the oreo bites, and a large coke." A quick look of 'REALLY MAN' Given to Stark.

     "Can't look away five seconds without you pullin something like this on me man." A slight thump of a fist on his shoulder. "Can't take you anywhere."

April O'Neil has posed:
The secret Fratboy handshake was a sight to behold, that is a certainty, as were likely all the immature hijinx that they and their fellows got up to back then! Silly kids!

Vernon is all grins and is about to speak up with a "Hey, whatever happen t--" His eyes finally notice the form of Tony Stark though and he goes slack jawed.

"Mister Stark!" Vernon says, his deep voice booming through the restaurant and this causes April to look up from her table, finally pulled back into reality. She quickly stands and moves over toward the three of them at the counter while wrapping her yellow hoodie's sleeves around her waistline.

She eyes Vernon, who eyes her back and then she approaches, "Mister Stark?" She questions him further. "Savior of the internet?" She has to grin as she offers him her hand, "April O'Neil, I was at Bruce Wayne's event a couple of weeks ago. I spoke to you at the fron tof the tent briefly." She figures he's already forgotten her.

April smiles to Rhodey too and offers him a nod as well, assuming he's one of Tony's guards or something.

Iron Man has posed:
"Can he still get a toy?" Stark asks Jenny conspiratorially, immediately after Rhodey thumps his shoulder. No, can't take Tony anywhere. At. All.

Tony's fiddling with one of the cardboard standees on the counter, in his idle-hands way he can get. He replaces it in time to pay for the food: with cash. It's not as showy or interesting as hoped, it's not some giant billfold like people imagine billionaires must have.

He turns to blink into the booming announcement. Thor has done it enough times, though, that Tony just weathers it without much other reaction, though. "Tony Stark, savior of the internet, yes," Tony clarifies for April, accepting her hand, after putting his wallet away. "It's T. O. N. Y., not F. U. C. K., please," Tony adds.

And the yellow helps him remember. "Sure, the charity event. Still rocking the caution tape color theme?" he asks, eyes dropping over her.

April O'Neil has posed:
AS Vernon and Rhodey take a moment to chat with each other, April can't help but just grin at Tony's words and his flamboyant personality that she'd come to expect based on the interviews she'd seen him give. "Its my favorite color, so yes." She quietly replies to the bit about the yellow.

At the next she tilts her head toward him and playfully can't stop herself from asking. "Did you save the internet just to get pornhub back online?" She asks him, lifting up a pen and her Big Chief Notepad to indicate she's going to write down his answer and make it an official statement from the billionaire philanthropist.

War Machine has posed:
     For a time Rhodey is content talking to his old frat brother. They drift from one topic to the next rambling about the good old days and what happened to bring them both to their current place in life. It's a nice moment of bonding between friends. Right to the moment he realizes April's a reporter.

     His attention turns slightly hands still deep in his pockets. "Just sayin, I'd've saved the net for less."

Iron Man has posed:
"I'm with you. Just add some red in with the gold," Tony suggests with his usual self-satisfied smile. The question about pornhub has him looking with a fake wounded look over the James. "Everybody keeps asking me that," Tony says, again in mock injury. "And forgetting it was nearly /all/ communications. Just looking after your job, April: keeping you in the ... yellow," Tony teases her, brows raising. He moves aside from the counter, getting out of the way of potential other patrons, not that there were any just yet.

Tony slants a look over to Rhodes. He doesn't need saving 'yet.'

April O'Neil has posed:
April looks to James and gives him a sly grin and a little nod. "Its just the decent thing to do." The young twenty-something reporter says to Rhodey before looking back to Tony and she mockingly writes something down while nodding her head gently. "The red hair isn't enough red?" She asks him. "You know, Spider-man flew past me a few months ago and saved me from dropping a couple pizzas onto the sidewalk, he wore a mostly red suit. Maybe I'll look into one of those." She says back at him with a smirk.

"So what brings you to Arby's, just here to get a couple of all meat sandwiches with your lovely friend here?" She asks, glancing back to Rhodey.

Vernon stands there sipping on his lemonade.

War Machine has posed:
     The bearded Rhodey looks ready to leap into action right to the moment he gets that look that everything was alright. Guess he'll have to wait for another chance to drop the peoples elbow on a news reporter. There's a quiet mumble under his breath as he takes a sip of his coke. "To be fair we still had radios."

Iron Man has posed:
"Saving pizza? Some top notch heroism there. Did you get him for an interview?" Tony asks. The counter is already waving him and Rhodes down a little bit about their food. That was extremely fast. Did they even get their food before April and Vernon? Life's unfair. Tony's starving, and attends to that immediately while he talks. Tony can do all kinds of things and chatter at the same time - which gets him into trouble more often than not!

"Nobody wants radio porn," Tony sighs at Rhodey, close enough to catch his mutter. And ping pong, back to April.

"Sandwiches, of course; I'm starving. Wait. As opposed to what? Please, let me know what my ulterior motive is," Tony invites of April, expression amused. "Because, yes, you got me, this is the only way I get to use the bathroom pass: to order food." Flippant as always, he has a few fries off his tray.

April O'Neil has posed:
Rich people always get served first in places, and rarely did they ever even have to pay! 'Murica! But that was a whole different rant for April to have and it was far more suited for her internet podcast than...

Focus April.

The redhead looks over to Rhodey and she shakes her head softly at him as Tony scolds him for radio porn. She's just teasing James though and go along with it.

"I don't know." Vernon says, cracking a grin. "I might give it a try." And he laughs big and stupidly there-after.

That gets a big eye roll and then April is following Tony should he be moving to get a table, because she's a nosey reporter.

"So what really happened to the internet?" She asks. "I have some... followers... who think it was a huge conspiracy to clear off sensitive information from the interwebs. Were you having any part of that? A government conspiracy." Now she was getting to deeper questioning.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey takes the first of his own sandwhiches from the tray and digs in while they walk. It's far from dignified but this was fast food, and you needed to just kick back and ENJOY fast food, that was pretty much a demand of eating fast food.

     Kicking back in the first available window seat Rhodey waits and watches the conversation getting a feel for where it's going. He doesn't need Tony making a fool of himself in a news report again, but then again it might be good for a laugh. He remains mostly silent just taking it all in as he viciously digs into his sandwich.

Iron Man has posed:
"Technically it was there all along," Tony shares openly as he picks his chosen booth and slides into it, and seems to end up with an April stuck to his side as well. That's okay: he'll turn towards her partially and drape an arm on the back of the booth's seat behind her. He doesn't touch her or anything, this is more just his normal mode of operation with female reporters. Which includes being a little overwhelming. And still does so while eating.

"Redirection: when you ask for data, it asks the wrong source. Kind of like if all your phone numbers were jumbled up, but you thought you were talking to the right guy on the other end. Obviously the guy you reach doesn't know anything about your missing pizza." Tony doesn't launch into technobabble at all, he's comfortable with or without.

"You can yell all you want: he still doesn't have it," Tony smiles. "Anyway. Signals bouncing all wrong. I personally was less about the 'why' and more about the 'fix it', first. The people trapped without service or, say, food," Tony says, eating a big fry.

"Priority was averting the flamethrower from your face, less about why it was there. But we'll get there. Give me at least another day. Today was internet-fix day," Tony says, with a sudden edge of exhaustion that shows up as he turns away some to open his own burger.

Rhodey will read it more clearly: Tony's still not 100 percent, but the duct tape is holding okay.

April O'Neil has posed:
April was 22 years old, she was attractive, she was a redhead, she was in the 'Entertainment News' business... She was used to her male peers either being a little creepy, or outright in-your-face creepy. Tony was barely even noticeable in his current demeanor, she didn't even notice his arm on the back of the booth behind her. Her mind was elsewhere.

"Right." She said, glancing across the booth to Vernon and Rhodey as Vernon now sits down with their food that they'd ordered, of which, April didn't care a lick about now that her mind was on Stark.

"Of which, I assure you, I'm happy for. Most of my income these days comes from my internet work, rather than my television gig." She shows a light smirk then over to Tony before exhaling sharply.

"When you -do- find out they 'why' though, I don't suppose you'd consider me for the first one you call to tell that reason too?" She shows a growing grin then toward the man.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey looks up from his meal kicking back and enjoying it best he can really. There's a pause just long enough for him to finish chewing and say. "Hey, don't go scooping me, I was going to get first in line on the info so I could post it on my geocities page." A light smirk crossing his face as he sets the burger down onto the tray in front of him clearly being sarcastic for several reasons some more obvious then others.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony is reaching across to take one of Rhodey's Oreo bites - the same Oreo that Tony supposedly didn't want, earlier, and eats one, while April makes her suggestion, for her STORY.

Rhodey no doubt will see the flirt ammunition start to build up behind Tony's smile, when April suggests he call her. There are so MANY things Tony could say right now, it's almost impossible to pick. It's almost no fun, when it's so easy.

Tony opens his mouth to reply, and Rhodey cuts in with his comment. Tony flashes him a look, and wonders aloud, "Why is it women assume I have their numbers?" Tony asks him.

"I mean, I can /get/ them. But that's not really the point."

April O'Neil has posed:
April can't help but smirk over at Rhodey. "Geocities, huh?" She asks him. "Hows that AOL dot com email address working for your, Sweetcheeks?" She teases him, adding a sly little grin.

Vernon chuckles while halfway through his chesesy ham sandwich. "Sweet cheeks." He repeats in his deep voice. "Thats rich!" And then sips his Pepsi.

April looks bacdk at Tony after he snags one of those oreo bites. She reaches into her hoodie pocket that is draped over her legs at the moment and she pulls out a Stark-phone, holds it up and waggles it back and forth a little.

"I can't imagine why I'd think you might have my number already, Mister Stark." She says at him with a continued grin. "Call it the Conspiracy Theorist in me, but... yeah. I don't think I'm being that unreasonable here, afterall... I haven't asked you to come over to my apartment and be on my Sunday podcast, live to a thousands of weirdo -true- conspiracy theorists who'd flip their tin foil lids to get to pepper you with their wild stories of aliens, government overlords and mutant monsters living in the sewers."

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey gives a completely innocent smile, as if he has no idea what so ever what Tony happens to be so upset about. There's no remote possibility that he could have known exactly what he was doing and done it to try and keep his Buddy out of trouble. Nope. That's a complete impossibility as he snacks away on his burger, "You kidding me, I switched to rocketmail years ago." popping an oreo bite soon after. "Get with the times."

     Rhodey didn't even really like Oreo bites that much, it wasn't exactly what he usually ordered but he had a feeling if he snagged em Tony would suddenly decide he needed them in his life. Even he gives a bit of a chuckle to the sweetcheeks comment, finding a good deal of amusement in the banter being shared through the group. "Look out Tony, got another reporter inviting you to her apartment, remember Tallahassee."

Iron Man has posed:
"More the automatic additional assumption that I'm not FAR too lazy to actually look those up," Tony smirks. Tony isn't baited. Which might actually startle Rhodey! Tony must be dying still, or a pod person. Then again, Rhodey hasn't been around to see the change in manner recently between Tony and Pepper. Not that much of ANYONE other than the two involved actually know much of anything about it.

"Interestingly - well, for you - the thing is that I actually know something about all three of those subjects. Particularly aliens," Tony says. "--They have some of the most /inspiring/ tech," Tony says, in a wistful manner. "A lot of it we can convert into something useful to us. And I do not just mean anal probing," Tony assures.

April O'Neil has posed:
April slowly nods her head as she looks at the three men seated around her at the booth. "Right." She says with a sly grin. She's a Brooklyn girl, she grew up around 'toughguys' so the whole joking-around stuff didn't phase her at all.

"I've met some nice aliens in my time." All 22 years of it, almost 23 in little over a month!

"Fair enough, well." April moves to stand up. "I'm sure you've got some big plans for announcing it all anyway. I won't bother you two any more on your meal." She offers Rhodey and Tony both a smile. "Thanks for the chat, guys." She eyes Vernon who moves to stand up also.

Vernon looks to Rhodes. "Good to see you again, Rhode Warrior. Guess we're leaving now... Oatmeal doesn't wait for no one."

April smirks at her co-worker and his pet name for her.

War Machine has posed:
     Rhodey gives Tony The Look. They both know what it means and exactly WHY he's giving that look over the bridge of his nose and his now almost entirely eaten burger. This was a conversation they'd had plenty of times before. However before he can make his concerns vocal up stands April ready to head on her way, and as such the only thing that's need is 'The Look'.

     "Any time Copperhead." Rhodey tosses back as he finishes up his burger crumpling up the wrapper to allow it to set down on the corner of his tray. "Try to make it to the next reunion, we'll have Beerpong, you can try to pay me back for last time." A knowing smile passed along before his attention falls back to Tony.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony is pleasantly surprised the reporter doesn't continue to hammer him. His estimation for her goes way up suddenly, brows lifting as she earns a full attention look from Tony.

"We'll see about your number in the queue for that call, depending on how great THIS story makes me look," Tony says, playful. "AND, If it turns out I'm /not/ too lazy, an assistant will get in touch."

Tony's back to the food quickly enough, and looks across at Rhodey's food. "Are you going to eat that?" The remaining oreo item. He's already reaching out to get it.