[ He didn't like the look of the collars either. ] Wonder what makes them different.
[ None of the new recruits coming into Ajna had any stories about pitstops - but then again, with the power the CDC has it's just as likely that none of them would remember something like that. He stares down at the table. ] I tried asking around about Lusania. No luck there.
[ It's been months since they last heard from Banner and Natasha. ]
[He pulls a menu out of the napkin holder, opening it up and reading its contents.
Steve's not looking anyway, but the mention of Lusania (and the association with Bruce's reassignment) makes Tony seem like he's deep in thought about the frittatas.]
[ His gaze flickers to the back of the menu. ] No. They're not too interested in talking about anything that doesn't directly affect them - or half the things that do affect them. [ Like the attacks. Getting people to stand still for more than five seconds has been an issue too. ] No one else I've spoken to from the crew has been doing any better either. [ His frown deepens. ]
Thought about trying to get a message out to them, but it's not worth the risk. [ Especially when they're not even sure their friends are even still on Lusania. Going outside CDC channels like that is asking for trouble more than anything else right now.
He doesn't sound defeated, but he's getting close to it on this particular front. ]
[His mouth stretches out into a simulation of a smile and he puts down the menu.] How do you feel about pickle chips?
[There's nothing more to say about Bruce and Natasha without further outlining their hopelessness and how little they could do about it. So he changes the subject.]
[ He orders a beer just to have something in front of him, leaning back in his seat. His shoulders start to relax a bit. ]
Did you get something after your assessment?
[ Or did you ask for something, since he knows a decent amount of people made actual requests that got them here. Between everything else they'd been dealing with the topic never really came up. ]
[He doesn't notice Steve's eye-roll because the waiter returns with their drinks, setting the beers in front of them. Tony takes a sip out of his, and then knits his brows together.]
Something about getting me out of my comfort zone. [ Woops. He cups both hands around his drink. ] Didn't really get much of an answer when I asked about it.
[More drinking. Then he rubs his hand over his mouth to catch droplets of beer leftover in his goatee.] In fact, most of the officers should just get together with Fury and go bowling.
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[ None of the new recruits coming into Ajna had any stories about pitstops - but then again, with the power the CDC has it's just as likely that none of them would remember something like that. He stares down at the table. ] I tried asking around about Lusania. No luck there.
[ It's been months since they last heard from Banner and Natasha. ]
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Steve's not looking anyway, but the mention of Lusania (and the association with Bruce's reassignment) makes Tony seem like he's deep in thought about the frittatas.]
Have you gotten anything out of the locals?
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Thought about trying to get a message out to them, but it's not worth the risk. [ Especially when they're not even sure their friends are even still on Lusania. Going outside CDC channels like that is asking for trouble more than anything else right now.
He doesn't sound defeated, but he's getting close to it on this particular front. ]
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[His mouth stretches out into a simulation of a smile and he puts down the menu.] How do you feel about pickle chips?
[There's nothing more to say about Bruce and Natasha without further outlining their hopelessness and how little they could do about it. So he changes the subject.]
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I don't think I've ever formed an opinion on pickle chips.
[ But sure, he'll try everything once. ]
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[He flags down the Selenian waiter and orders food (pickle chips included), along with a beer.]
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Did you get something after your assessment?
[ Or did you ask for something, since he knows a decent amount of people made actual requests that got them here. Between everything else they'd been dealing with the topic never really came up. ]
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I got J.A.R.V.I.S. back. [A beat.] My A.I.. You've never met him. Think Google if it talked and was a hundred times better because I programmed him.
I also got put in the penalty box. [Wide smile while he says this.] I'm useful when I'm around, according to Dreadlocks McSerious.
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He's imagining Tony's voice narrating cat memes and... yeah, he'll just stop there. Then a soft snort. ] Well, he's right. You've got your moments.
[ Not going to get down on you for that nap you took at the end of Ajna. ]
Guessing your guy comes with some restrictions? [ Like the inability to hack into anything they want to look at. ]
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Tony squints at Steve's subtle compliment.] ...You're cute when you acknowledge my greatness.
Something like that.
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Armada sending you for training too? [ He's assuming that's part of what penalty box meant. ]
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What? You're going in for training?
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Something about getting me out of my comfort zone. [ Woops. He cups both hands around his drink. ] Didn't really get much of an answer when I asked about it.
[ The training. ]
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[More drinking. Then he rubs his hand over his mouth to catch droplets of beer leftover in his goatee.] In fact, most of the officers should just get together with Fury and go bowling.