4253/Stop all that noise down there!

Stop all that noise down there!
Date of Scene:	11 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Bucky is allowed to stay in the mansion. For now.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Captain America

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Iron Man has posed:
    The drilling. Oh, the DRILLING. It's vibrating all through the first floor. It's been doing that off and on for about an hour. Some of the poor people can probably feel it in their teeth by now. At least the Hulk isn't around to get bent out of shape about it. But that sharp metal grinding? It's endless. Well, an hour, anyway, which is fairly endless.

    Tony is in the basement hallway again, with large noise-cancelling headset on, monitoring the robots. In this particular case that means lounging in a comfortable chair near where the robot is cutting through and assembling some metallic structure beams. He has a tablet in his lap, and a cocktail in his other hand, skimming through screens of holograms and text, relaxed. He's dressed in his 'demolition' causals, with protective eyewear, boots, and so on.

Captain America has posed:
    If Tony didn't have those earphones on chances are he'd still not be able to hear the voice of Steve Rogers as he descends the steps, figuring the elevator might well be... not entirely stable. But he calls out at first as soon as he steps through the door, nimbly ducking out of the way of a robot as it moves upon its appointed path.
    "Hey, did you see where my sketchbook went?"
    No answer, of course and then he nods to himself even as he starts to cross the room. He ducks under a low-hanging bit of wiring that dangles from the ceiling and tries to approach from a side that Tony's likely to glance over at. But barring that he'll rest a hand on the man's shoulder and exert the required /gentle pressure/ needed in hard hat working areas to prevent a person from freaking out at being addressed.
    Once he at least has some measure of Tony's attention and perhaps the possibility the man might hear him he'll repeat, "Hey, have you seen my sketchbook anywhere?"

Iron Man has posed:
    There was some flashing lights that one of the robots did when the elevator was used. Tony wasn't paying full attention, though, so even that doesn't do a lot. The touch on the shoulder is finally necessary, though Tony doesn't jump, he sort of rolls his head back and to the side, eyebrow hooking upwards questioningly, and taking in who it is. He stares at Cap for a moment, clearly not getting any of it, but then gestures to the robot, and claps his hands once.

    All of the drilling stops.

    It is sweet, sweet silence, wherein Tony lowers the protective earwear loosely around his neck. He hasn't gotten up, he's still regal in his chair.

"One more time?" Tony prompts, while finishing off whatever was in his glass.

Captain America has posed:
    A sort of lop-sided smile is given at the sudden onset of silence as he looks the place over, a 'heh' of amusement coming from him before he looks back to Tony and then says, "Was just asking if you'd seen my sketchbook anywhere. I would've sworn I left it upstairs in the hallway." He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck thoughtfully, his brow knitting as he ponders where he might have misplaced it, then he shakes his head.
    Curiousity, however, leaps to the fore as he gestures with his other hand. "What's going on here?" He crosses his arms over his broad chest, the t-shirt drawing taut as he shifts his weight to the other sneaker. "Don't you have enough mad science labs, Tony?"

Iron Man has posed:
    "I don't have it. You can check in the cleanup bins the drones put things into, but that's much bigger than what they're supposed to collect as debris. I have hours of security footage of the hallway if you want to retrace your steps, though," Tony says, rapidly losing interest in Steve as it turns out he's just misplaced some object.
    "Yes, so this one will be a happy science lab. Full bar at the end. I will be all kinds of happy," Tony says dryly, still skimming things on his pad.
    But then he remembers, too. "Speaking of things that make Tony happy, Tony likes to know things," Tony begins. "I looked into our newest visitor. Or the lack of info thereof. He doesn't exist, apparently. SHIELD sure has some interesting files contradicting /that/, though." He casts Steve a 'look' over the top of the protective red-lensed glasses.

Captain America has posed:
    Lips parting, Steve gives a single nod, "You know what..." His memories drift back to the one drone trying to steal his colored pencils. "That makes sense. I'll do that." He stuffs his hands in his pockets again, arms unfolding as he seems about ready to execute an about face and move on back towards the elevator and stairwell, though he does nod agreeably at the image the billionaire conjures with the mention of his new lab.
    "Alright, I'll let you..." He seems about to say only for Tony to shift topics with his usual alacrity. He turns around and asks, "What?"
    But then things make sense after a handful more of words and he nods. "Yes, sorry. I'd been meaning to talk to you about him." He chews the corner of his mouth a moment thoughtfully. "His name is James Buchanan Barnes, he was a soldier with me in World War II."

Iron Man has posed:
    "Uh huh. And information about him is vaulted behind all sorts of SHIELD security, which just makes the whole situation of him /not/ looking well over a hundred years old or in a grave even more interesting," Tony says, laying the datapad against his thigh, reclined and comfortable. Tony's one of those rare people that can somehow dominate a room even when sitting, with his sleek little smile and manner. "Let's pretend I didn't, of course, read anything I'm not supposed to, for a minute." Tony pauses.

    "So, what's the deal?" Tony asks, directly. "And what's he doing /here/?"

Captain America has posed:
    It's clear this seems to prey on Steve's thoughts. Tony can see it in the way those blue eyes distance and his brow beetles just over the curve of his nose. He shakes his head slightly and it's clear he perhaps doesn't have entirely the full picture himself. But, to his credit, he turns and begins to tell Tony the whole story. As much of it as he knows.
    "That's the thing. I thought he'd died in '45. We were on a mission, trying to stop a train that was carrying Hydra weaponry." He takes a deep breath, "We got into a firefight on the train when it hit a bridge and one of the explosions sent him over the side."
    Shaking his head he frowns, "I tried to get to him before he fell. But I was too slow. I thought he was lost. Turns out I was wrong."

Iron Man has posed:
    Tony listens... critical. He didn't expect quite the direction this story is going, at least at first. "Oh. A long story. Okay. M1, get the Captain that folding chair from medical, and /me/ a refill," he instructs. While Steve explains, the robot meanders out of the hallway and slowly fetches a folding chair. The droid is really not built to set it up, though, so it brings it out...
    ... and then just lets it topple over near Steve's feet. Tony stares pointedly NOT at the droid and doesn't say anything about it.

    "...Okay. Some guy you knew from the war showed back up," Tony clarifies, listening. He is giving his full attention and has stopped fiddling with the datapad or robots.

Captain America has posed:
    Steve shifted his weight to the other foot and looked sidelong towards the robot wandering out and towards him. He sort of eyes Tony sidelong, but then nods to the 'bot and starts to say, "Thanks..." But then it drops the chair and he chuckles a little, reaching down and scooping it back up, unfolds it then sets it down with a faint clang. With the back of it facing Tony, he straddles it and rests his forearms on the back of it.
    "Yeah, out of nowhere. Last year I learned that he hadn't died. They'd experimented on him, used their own version of the serum." He doesn't name the serum really, only one where he's concerned. "And then they brainwashed him."
    He takes a deep breath, "And since then he'd been working for them. Doing their dirty work. He was part of the reason I was gone so long..."
    He lifts a hand and rubs at the back of his neck. "I couldn't leave him out there. I grew up with him, we have... history. I owe him. So myself and a few others, we were able to bring him in from the cold. He's still dealing with everything."
    Shaking his head, "I'm sorry Tony, I'll probably try and get him set up somewhere else. SHIELD was going to just make him work for them. I feel he needs more time to just... get his head on straight."

Iron Man has posed:
Tony watches Steve mess with the chair, and crosses one leg over the other, ankle across other raised knee, and settles his fingers together, loosely weaving them against his abdomen, head tilted just a little, still watching Steve tell the story, over top of those red glasses. The gaze is full of mild amusement and, well, judgement. The posture might bring in another old memory, with the past as a topic, when Tony takes on a position his father used to do. Tony's unaware of it, naturally.

    "I know which 'them' you mean," Tony mentions. In all that reading he didn't do of things he doesn't have access to. "I'm /somewhat/ skeptical about a brainwashed murder-hobo staying here, particularly when all he's done is beat up things in the gym, occasionally eat, and fire weapons at the shooting range," Tony says. And pauses. "Although if he were knitting in the music room I'd probably be a lot more concerned, to be honest," Tony grants. He eyes Steve then. "Is SHIELD after this guy?"

Captain America has posed:
    Steve shakes his head once, "No, he's clear of them. It's just..." A small sad smile comes to life on his features as he shakes his head. "You know how hard it can be sometimes to... not fall into old habits. You get someone like Fury coming around and muddying the issue, making it seem like there's no other choice and it's 'the right call'." Steve leans back and frowns, looking away. He waves his hand to the side as if just trying to get past his own words.
    "I just want him to have a fair chance, and some time to find himself. Didn't go to all that trouble just so they can do the same thing to him, you know?" He then looks back and rests his hands on the back of the chair, his knuckles tightening as he holds onto it, those blue eyes lowered. "I mean, who knows? Maybe eventually he'll go back to working as a spy. But hopefully he'll be able to do it with his eyes open."
    Then he adds, "But I think I'm getting through to him. Think I might take him to a ball game." He looks back up, "You're welcome to come, but I figured you might get bored."

Iron Man has posed:
    "I like attending games sometimes. A bit in the middle of something, though," Tony mentions, with a very general shrug and brief glance around them at the demolition zone. "And while you make it sound like this guy is really an awesome conversationalist to be around right now, well-- it sounds like something I will pass on, probably," Tony says, unfolding his hands to loosely tap fingertips against the tablet still perched on his thigh, though it's off, so he's just fiddling with it in his usual manner of extra energy.
    "Let me put it like this. The amount of redacted files on this guy? It makes me not want him in the heart of our mansion. If you're glued to him and want to take responsibility, well. I don't want to see a lapse: you just said he's not right in the head yet, and could do 'old habits'. It's not like his habits are biting his nails. This guy's a weapon until proven otherwise, from my view," Tony says, direct, shaking his head some. "I'm not saying don't fix him. But there's a bunch of recruits here. He reverts, that's going to be on you."

Captain America has posed:
    "I understand, Tony. And to be fair I've turned it over in my head repeatedly." He presses his hands down onto the back of the chair to push himself to his feet. He folds the chair up and tucks it under his arm as he nods to the boy genius. "I'll vouch for him, and I'll keep an eye out. I'm hoping... that being around people might help."
    A deep breath is taken as he looks off into the distance again, then he gives a nod. "Alright, I'll leave you to it." That said he turns around and starts to walk towards the elevator, but he deposits the chair back to where it had been taken from, leaving it there. Though he does pause to turn around and call, "If you see my sketchbook let me know, alright? Thanks."
    With that done he'll turn back and resume his way back towards the stairwell.

Iron Man has posed:
    "If this isn't going to be temporary, we need to talk about it again, though," Tony says, which is his way of giving permission for right now. He isn't happy, but Steve is vouching, and Tony doesn't have more of a counter argument - not yet. Maybe soon, if a few more 'redacted' items get restored. "Yeah, will do," Tony concludes in regard to the sketchbook.

    "Did you lose charge, M1? Where's my refill?" Tony demands suddenly of the robot, as Steve leaves. He looks at his tablet, flipping it on, to check the status of the problem. "We are /not/ out," Tony scoffs. That's enough to rouse him from his chair. "I have another stash," Tony comments to the drone as it follows him to the lab.

    Silence continues; the drilling will wait: priorities.