6511/How To Reach An Asgardian

How To Reach An Asgardian
Date of Scene:	15 February 2019
Location:	Avengers Mansion, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Captain Marvel (Danvers), Iron Man

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Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol usually plays it cool, she's not the sort to seem to ever stumble on anything. She has the answer, and when she doesn't, she has a fairly good game of pretending to have it. That's how she gets by on talks dealing with cosmic affairs between galactic empires just as easily as she winds up not looking too stupid when talking to supreme wizards. Unfortunately, recently, she found one instance when she didn't have all the answers. Pretending didn't work too well either.

So Tony Stark actually got a text from Carol, asking him to meet with her when he has a chance, and it's not about drinks and parties, but serious stuff. When finally Tony's and Carol's schedules aligned, they've set a meeting in the study, the one room in Avengers Mansion guaranteed to be free and mostly private.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony clearly prefers to talk about parties. But it seems serious business has intruded.

Texts don't relay much about Tony in general, other than that his agreement to meet was swift and oddly without a lot of other chatter: perhaps he understands it is important and is being businesslike.

The reality will become extremely apparent when he shows, though, with his dark glasses on and his scowl at the windows. "Shut that," he grunts at a cleaning drone nearby; the drone busies itself to reduce to painful lighting in the room for the obviously heavily hungover inventor. "Hi Carol," Tony says simply to Carol, in mild mental pain, lowering himself to relax on one of the den chairs. He brought a clear liquid in a glass with him, which may be questionable in nature of what it might be.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"You're kidding me..." Carol says when Tony arrives with that clear liquid in a glass, crossing her arms, "I was going to tell you I had a lapse, don't tell me you're experiencing one too?" Carol sighs, realizing this maybe harder than she expected. After all, both Tony and herself have their own history with alcoholism, both kept rather sober recently. It sure would suck to learn he's broken his streak the same time she did hers.

Iron Man has posed:
"/This/," Tony emphasizes, "Is terrible." He pauses. "Because it is water." He has some, making an appropriate face aligned with water. He does also enter several deep coughs which cause some clear migraine to arrive, because he rubs up beyond the bridge of the glasses and then into his hair, and flashes her a spectacular 'no problem' Tony smile. He then sheds the dark glasses, as if mostly to prove he's fine, hooking them into his Metallica t-shirt in front. He's dressed relatively casually, in matching with feeling like total hungover shit. There's a mild glow of arc reactor through the thinner letters on the shirt's print. He doesn't care right now.

"No lapse, it is under control," he answers. Yeah, right. "So what's the serious business? World collapse? Because the Sentinels are my current world catastrophe, I was hoping for another at the same time."

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Is it now...?" Carol asks, coming a bit closer, she's an expert when it comes to alcohol, she should be able to tell without sipping, as she takes a whiff of it. "Under control...?" Carol murmurs, already sounding like she doubts that very much. "Tony, a few days ago, Janet found me passed out on the couch, I didn't even make it back to my room...these things are never 'under control', not for people like us. We've been at the depth, you know how easy it is to slip back..." she starts pacing about the study, looking a bit unnerved by the state she finds Tony in. "Great. Just great. I was going to lean on you for support, but I think somehow, you're worst off than me..." turning her back on Tony, she reaches to pinch at the bridge of her nose, "fine...we'll put it aside for now and discuss the real issue at hand."

Iron Man has posed:
While it may actually be water, Tony reeks, so the smell test, at that proximity to him, isn't really relaying much. It is as if he'd been drinking to fight the hangover and someone (Pepper) made him change to water. At least he hasn't swapped it out. Yet.

Tony makes a slight face as she describes being found passed out. That was his 'last night'. So there's not a lot of reaction to it, other than to give her a quiet, long stare, and then slide his dark eyes down to the drink. For that moment there was presence there, a thoughtfulness with a real emotion mixed into it. Like somehow in this state the blender flung some real emotion to the surface for her to see. Those windows can be very rare, with Tony. It might not be guilt: the man is shameless, but it's self-awareness. "Yes, I can even win at being the worst," Tony observes.

"So- I shouldn't invite you to my Valentine's party, to support you," Tony observes, rubbing a few fingers up along his throat into his goatee, eyes a little playful. But not. He knows. Also that he's having the party? That wasn't' a joke. He's having one. He just hadn't thought about not drinking at it. He's back into the habit, to where he didn't even recognize it.

"Go ahead, then." Tony adjusts to lean his arm on the arm of the chair, resting the fingers onto that far temple. The squint is one Carol will read loud and clear: he's making an effort but her voice lightly hurts his brains.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
Carol looks quite disappointed, even if she doesn't say much, not like it's necessary. No doubt Tony already got the point of how much Carol doesn't approve, then again, seeing she was about to admit her lapse all the same, now wasn't the time to play holier than thou. She had the exact same issue, it would be hypocritical to ram at him relentlessly.

She finally moves to sit across from Tony, crossing her legs, but also keeping her arms crossed. She's very much agitated. "Yes, apparently you can win at being the worst, too. Thanks, Tony."

She falls quiet for a moment, glowering a bit at Tony, before snapping, "you shouldn't be at your own Valentine's party, but if you're going to, you better damn well invite me as well. Maybe with any luck I'll collapse atop of you rather than the floor, aught to be more comfortable..."

Given liberty to talk, Carol asks, "are you even aware of the Dark Elf that crashed in Canada?" Because she's going to guess he didn't even bother with Alpha Flight's reports to the Avengers.

Iron Man has posed:
"Other women collapsed on top of me is an entirely different vice that I /haven't/ partaken of," Tony replies sleekly, gesturing with his water glass. His tone is amused, but does carry a true facts sense to it. He's remained faithful to Pepper. Somehow.

"I'd say one vice at a time, but I do well with multitasking," Tony says thoughtfully, tone 'humble'. #Humblebrag.

"Dark Elf? Uh." Tony looks upwards. Out of nowhere, JARVIS helps.

"The Dark Elf in the files from the other night, currently in the custody of Alpha Flight, report from Captain Marvel," reminds the AI. "Your remark was to suggest the Asgardians might be ...interested," JARVIS paraphrases."

Tony points upwards with a finger and then looks at Carol. "That," Tony answers, with a cocky sip of his drink. And remembers its water and makes a disgusted face at it, putting it aside as if it were a hot, flat soda.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"Are you sure...?" Carol muses, clearly not entirely certain that Tony is being honest with her. Somehow, Tony, and women collapsed on top of him sounds entirely like something Carol would imagine is an every other day pastime for the guy. At least he's great at projecting such a playboy image.

Carol blinks as Tony turns to JARVIS to save the day, and then leans forward, resting her hands on her knees, "yeah...good call, I went to Thor, luckily the Mansion still standing tells you that he choose not to attack me...but it was very close to happening. He wouldn't discuss anything with me, he wouldn't let me reason with him...hell, he didn't take my drink offer. He just kept silence, and left. I'm very concerned, Tony...I'd ask if you have any advice, but I guess at this point it would be whiskey?"

Iron Man has posed:
"He didn't take your 'hospitality'? That's a huge deal to the big guy," Tony says, brows lifted. He then releases a breath, rubbing his face again. He does a lot of that when hungover. He's animated usually, and moreso in this state, even if most of it is strained.

"I don't have all their history in front of me," Tony says, which is a way of saying he doesn't remember, "But I'd send Steve at 'im to sort it out, personally. Delegate the right person to /that/ job. Bleh. Whiskey sounds good."

One of the cleaning robots perks up and starts to head off with a mission. "That wasn't a drink order," Tony tells it. Confused, the robot stops and 'breeps?'. "All right, fine," Tony gives in.

Captain Marvel (Danvers) has posed:
"I knew it wasn't in my head, from what I remembered of the Asgardians, Tony, him refusing my offer of drink means war, pretty much, am I right? I'd love it if you could tell me I'm wrong," Carol looks carefully at Tony, assuming he'll hint with something like a wink or a shadow of a slight incline of the head this way or that.

She sighs when Tony points at Steve as someone to delegate to soften things, "Janet said I should turn to the Pec Patrol, I guess this means you agree..." she's not fond of turning to another, particularly a man, but them's the break. At least Steve is someone who would be nice about it, so Tony made the right call there.

"That Dark Elf, from the stance of Alpha Flight, and our interrogation, there's nothing to suggest we shouldn't grant her refugee status...Thor wants to kill her. I told him that with jurisdiction on my hands, I won't let him. He didn't like that. After that, it didn't matter what I said, or how I tried to make amends, or even give him a say in the consideration of things." She leans back in her seat, grabbing at her temples, "anyways...I spent the night drinking after that, and then Janet picked me off the floor the next day...and if that stupid robot is bringing Whiskey, I'm taking it...you've had enough!"

Iron Man has posed:
Tony gives her a sort of 'ehhhhh' lift of shoulders. It's probably war. "He gave you a clear message, even if not /war/," Tony says. "On the upside, he isn't the type to send assassins either. He'd tell you. It isn't like you involved Loki or whoever." There's an assumption there that she wouldn't do that. That'd be ridiculous!

"I'd have to learn more about what they've done, or if this one is some kind of war criminal that killed his best friend, or what," Tony sighs. He doesn't want to do homework. Another reason to suggest Steve. Steve can enjoy homework!

"Fine, you can have the first one he brings," Tony accepts galliantly. Sounds like they'll be doing some drinking. "But it's bad luck to toast with water. JARVIS, have P-66 bring another."

"Yes... sir..." JARVIS says, polite, but aware. If your AI knows about the problem, there's a big problem.