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[Backdated to 12/4][Video - Posted via JARVIS]

[Tony is sprawled out on the Piece-A-Pizza roof with a half-eaten box of pizza and a completely empty bottle of Grey Moose. He has the partially constructed Mark VIII on, which is more just the skeletal wiring of a soon to be suit and the reconstructed gauntlets and boots of the Mark VII with some supporting structural work. For once he isn't blar- oh. Nope. There it goes.

Some heavy metal music entirely too loud for the time of night while Tony eyes the Grey Moose bottle like he is considering tossing it in the air for target practice. This is not an accidental post. This is a covert JARVIS intervention. Someone please get Tony before he ends up at the Station in the drunk tank. Or worse. In another naked video on Metube.]

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[Bruce is in the lab, lost in the notes he's been compiling concerning the Dark Hour, when JARVIS pings him.]

Doctor Banner? You may want to take a look at the network before Mister Stark gets any ideas.

[If things are dire enough for JARVIS to need to get his attention, then Bruce becomes legitimately concerned. He brings up the network on his screen and is greeted with the video of Tony chilling out to AC/DC. It's worrying, but he is less concerned that someone is in immediate danger.] Uhh, thanks, JARVIS.

[Voice response to Tony:] That's a little loud. If Steve and Bucky aren't on duty, you might have some trouble with the police.

Edited 2012-12-06 07:09 (UTC)

What?

[Tony turns the volume up a few more notches, because yes, that is exactly the kind of contradictory drunk he is going to be. Way to improve Bruce's opinions on alcohol, Stark.]

I'm sorry, Doctor Banner, I can't hear you. You are talking through some kind of filter. This phone only takes messages I want to hear.

[He looks amused with himself as he drapes his legs over the edge and grabs a piece of pizza.]

Call me back when you remember what fun is.

[Oh. Well then. If he sounds completely unamused, it's because he is. Mostly because of all the shitty things he's been forced to think about again recently involving alcohol and douchebags. To be fair, the douchebag in question was a million times worse than Tony could ever be, but it's still so fresh in Bruce's mind that this just kind of grates on him a little bit. Not that he lets it show.]

What's fun about that, exactly?

[On his way out the door.]

[By the time Bruce gets there, the Grey Moose bottle has mysteriously vanished and Tony is staring up at the stars to the blasting sound of Shoot to Thrill. He has a pair of Hot Rod Metallic Red sunglasses on. His feet tap to the beat while he plays Miffed Fowls on the uPhone.]

Edited 2012-12-06 07:43 (UTC)

[Even if he weren't sure where to go, it's not hard to find the pizza parlor with Tony's ridiculous music blaring into the night. He scales the fire escape easily, hesitates a few minutes as he watches Tony playing with his phone, and then crosses the roof toward him.]

Tony?

[Tony glances over at Bruce, upside down from where he is laying on the roof. Oh. Hello Bruce. Much unlike his earlier response he grins and gets to his feet, phone pocketed and okay, he might be a bit disoriented by there being two of Bruce but we have graduated past asshole Tony and into overly-friendly feelings Tony.]

You came all the way up here?

[That's a bit of an off-balanced waving at the ground below the edge of the building. It's not even that tall but he's drunk. deal with it.]

I guess you're used to scaling buildings, parkour Banner.

[Makes him briefly wonder where Parker is. He hasn't seen the kid around lately. Tony sinks down into a seated position, legs dangling off the building edge.]

Thought maybe you'd left again.

Edited (how do html) 2012-12-06 08:19 (UTC)

It wasn't that hard.

[Okay wow... who decided that being on a rooftop while drunk was a good idea? Tony, this is a horrible plan and it's not going to end well at all if you keep stumbling around like that. Which is why Bruce slips an arm around his shoulders to keep him from falling over the side.]

You know if I ever found a way out of here, I'd take you with me, right?

[After a beat, he decides that sounds too.... something. and so he adds:] All of you.

[This is nice. Bruce, this should happen more often. That is why. Tony is slurring his words, but it's not nearly as noticeable as it should be considering how much he drank tonight]

We have nearly conclusively proved that theres no warning period when people leave. They juhst go. They're there and then they're gone.

[Why is he out of alcohol? Where is the alcohol.]

We should go to the Phony. Or the arcade. Less go to the arcade again. We should go to the arcade.

Edited (slur what slur) 2012-12-06 08:45 (UTC)

That doesn't mean someone won't eventually figure it out.

[No, you should not be this drunk more often, Tony, how is that a nice thing. Rescuing friends from falling off of roofs is not normal.]

I'm pretty sure the arcade is closed this time of the night, Tony..

[It's normal for Avengers.]

Well. Then we should- We should do something fun. Find the funvee and hop on. Before one of us disappears.

[Like Thor did. Like he's watched the lists of other people do. Like one of them eventually will do and it is driving him crazy that he doesn't know who or when or why or where or even How. All the fundamentals left unanswered.]

If you Houdini on me I will wipe the floor with you when I find you. You can't leave. [Shit okay dangerous territory.]

Want to see a magic trick?

[Stop him Bruce he is reaching for the pizza box]

Edited (wtf titles) 2012-12-06 09:19 (UTC)

If we knew how we got here in the first place, it'd be easier to find out how people are leaving...

[None of it makes sense, and it frustrates him to have absolutely no idea how something like that happens. Magic or impossible alien science.. he just doesn't know.

Aaaand that is just a poor choice of words on Tony's part, because for a moment, he goes stiff as a board. After that, he's trying to shrug away, and doesn't even bother to stop Tony reaching for the box.]

Uh.. sure.

[Tony tosses the pizza box and watches it spin off into the street. For a few moments he looks at it confused. Something was supposed to happen. Oh. Right. He was supposed to shoot it. Oh well. Never mind. Not as cool as a watermelon anyway.

But Bruce is pulling away and that's not what he wants, so Tony lets himself fall back again onto his back, legs dangling over the edge.]

No one has ever seen it happen. There, gone. Wiped away. Even JARVIS can't trace an exact point and you went off the radar. Just like Thor. Poof. Gone. No more Banner.

[Strange constellations just never getting any more familiar.]

Had JARVIS hacking every camera on the island. I was right about that camera at the arcade. Off-grid. Probably not even real.

...Sorry.

[He really doesn't realize how worried Tony had been over his disappearance... or at least, he hasn't considered it. With all of the things that have been happening, it's hard to keep track even for him.]

I don't remember how it happened, either. It just... happened.

[He sighs, a touch of frustration in its sound as he scrubs a hand through his hair.]

..You thought I'd go to the arcade by myself?

I gave up thinking after the first ten searches turned nothing up. Thought I'd really lost -

[This is as honest as Tony gets, and he's still on his back because if he doesn't look at Bruce it is like he isn't actually opening up all the armor cased around his heart and exposing weak and unprotected parts of himself to the Doctor.]

We should go back there. I will wipe every one of your high scores straight off the screen. You never stood a chance. Supreme Arcade King.

[One needn't be a genius to finish that sentence.]

Well... we may have lost Thor, but.. if I can help it, I won't be going anywhere without the rest of you. I think the other guy feels the same way.

[Despite everyone being convinced that there is absolutely no way to get out of here or to control any of what goes on, Bruce doesn't doubt that someday they'll figure it out. Figuring out problems is what he does after all, and obviously this island is one big problem wrapped up in some kind of alien futurescience.]

Maybe later. They're closed now, but good luck with that, Arcade King.

[Tony doesn't doubt they will find a way off of it either, but there is one thing he will never mention to the rest of the team or anyone else on this island. He has begun to believe the story they were fed. That they were all characters from some fictional world. Their lives are just absurd enough to believe it.

That, combined with the fact that he knows he should have been dead many times over by now, and yet here he was, heart still beating at a slightly faster pulse than normal, reactor still glowing away in his chest. Who survived the kinds of things he had? Tony Stark was not immortal, and he was all too aware of that fact, as he had been from the moment he woke up with a battery hooked up to his chest.

He idly lifts an arm up, waving it around like he's tracing stars, the repulsor glowing a bit and then blasting into the sky, disappearing a good distance into the air to eventually collide with the barrier and fizzle out somewhere in the sky. Maybe the stars are a complex hologram? The entire sky could be an illusion. It would explain the meteor incident he'd researched.]

Like an upside down fishbowl.

[Thinking, half out loud and half in his head, no one should ever follow his thoughts.]

What's behind the background?

Edited 2012-12-08 07:15 (UTC)

[Who's to say what is absurd and what is simply pushing the boundaries of what science is capable of bringing to the world? Alien invasion--completely believable. In a universe as huge as theirs, how can Earth be the only place with life? The Tesseract--alien technology. Who knows what other devices advanced civilizations might come up with. Tony's suit--also possible. Even with as many geniuses as he's met at conferences and in his studies, he has never met anyone as brilliant or creative as Tony Stark. His own affliction? He tends to write that off as the result of genetic predisposition.

His gaze follows Tony's; watching the repulsor blast, and then lingering on the stars.]

You think there's something there? Besides the stars, I mean..?

[This is why he needs Bruce around. Because if he gives in to this fictionality bull shit he may lose his mind a bit more. At the very least there will be some heavy drinking. Speaking of. That really needs to be gotten rid of. Or drank. Drinking it sounds good. Tony huffs, distracted by the exposed wiring along his arm. The lack of metal casing or shell. He needs to finish the Mark VIII soon. Before the next disaster. And to finish analyzing the alien metals so he can examine the data and also send what he has to Magneto.

Without his suit, he was still Tony Stark. But now he was without his suit, his money, really, his resources, and his playboy title. So what was Tony Stark? Well... Besides a genius. No. That was good though. That was all he actually needed. His mind. So he'd hold onto that tightest of all.]

Could be. Who knows? Can't get past it. Don't understand the tech. Inconclusive analysis after analysis.

Edited 2012-12-08 08:56 (UTC)

[That is a good thing on both accounts. Having Tony around to bounce ideas off of and examine data at 3AM with (as inconclusive and useless as that data might end up being) is one of the things that keeps Bruce from becoming frustrated with this entire situation. Now that everyone on the island who's been paying attention knows about the Hulk, things might very well get even worse, but at least he knows he has this one place to return to. Not just the lab and Tony (although okay, Tony is responsible for the largest percentage of it), but the tower as a whole, and his friends.

He rolls a shoulder as he shrugs, more thoughtful than dismissive.]

They might slip up eventually and give us something to work with... [A brief glance at Tony, then back up to the sky.] Until then, we'll just have to give it time.. see how things pan out.

Time.

[There's an almost bitter tone to his voice, but that can't be right. He just leans back on his arms again, glancing up at the sky.]

Well. We have plenty of that. Whole sea full of time and not a drop to drink.

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