<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Tonystarksneef.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Avenger<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Rurouni Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Husk<br/></span></span><hr/>So Tony knew that buying that medical technology company in New Zealand was a good call. The way that foam gunk worked was pretty amazing. For a moment his brows would furrow, no one would even notice. That happens when he gets a brilliant inspiration. And then stores it away for use later. That foam gunk could really come in handy on the battlefield. Doesn’t take up a lot of space, efficient and effective. Something to keep in mind…<br/><br/>“She should be alright now.”   Paige’s words bring him out of his very momentary vision of brilliance, and his eyes are directed towards her. He nods a little, a faint smile upon his lips as he speaks.    “Good work, you were brilliant.”   And he’s thankful she was there, even if he won’t say that. Because he’s a dick.  “You look like you could use a break too. Sit down while I go raid your girlfriends’ laundry.”   He gives a short amused sound at her words, at the girlfriends thing. He’s only really had one girlfriend in his life. 97% of the others were just chicks he wanted to bang, or he felt would make him look good to others. That whole being a dick thing comes to mind once more. But all of that was a bit ago, he thinks he’s gotten it out of his system. A dirty little secret few people know. He does have a rep and all to keep. But a few people knew it, he thinks. One person definitely did, and she’s the one that matters.<br/><br/>Mattered.<br/><br/>But with her suggestion he kind of drops onto one of the work stools in his workshop, slumping back in it a moment. He then sits up, looking towards Paige as she speaks again. His upper body is slumped forward a little now, his hands folded and his forearms resting on his thighs.   “Thank you Mr. Stark, for the clothes and the timely rescue.”   He smiles softly to her as he nods, and he says in something of a sincere, kind tone.    “It’s what I do, darling.”   It sounded better in his head. The elevator door slides closed, and now Tony’s gaze slowly draws towards the floor directly in front of him. He speaks in a softer tone, not sounding as confident as he did before.   “It’s what I do.”<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><em>But you couldn’t rescue everyone, could you. </em></span><br/><br/>Tony’s eyes slam shut as he takes in a deep breath, his heart suddenly so troubled. You know this is why sometimes he doesn’t like to stop and think. Because it makes him stop and think. Thinking about the absolute horrors that have been committed these past few days. The people who have lost their lives, innocent people. The only crimes they committed were waking up and going about their day. Going to a job, to see friends, to see family, running errands. All gone…<br/><br/>Slowly his eyes slide open as he hears a fairly familiar sound, the soft sound of a gun being drawn and leveled. He just stares at the floor for a moment more, and then he looks towards Domino out of the corner of his eyes, staring straight into the barrel of that gun. He says nothing as he watches her, instead it’s Jarvis who speaks on his behalf. Again.<br/><br/>++Ms. Thurman please, a stray bullet would be very dangerous. My scans say you need fluids and some medicine. If you can get up the infirmary is 3 doors down and farther along are rooms with beds and wardrobe. Ms. Guthrie has already headed down there. There is also food, and would you bring Mr. Stark something to eat ...please.++<br/><br/>As Domino lowers the gun, Tony’s gaze returns to that apparently fascinating spot on the floor just in front of him. He did feel tired. Mentally and physically. But a small smile finds his lips as Domino addresses him as she did when they first spoke.   “Rest or food? Hmph.. very recently. Fit as a fiddle and all.”   He lies as he now pushes himself to his feet, absently brushing off the front of his shirt.  “I’ll get some rest.”   He says in something of a reassuring tone, nodding to her.<br/><br/>Domino disappears into the elevator, and Tony’s eyes draw to the holotable. He starts towards it as he shakes his head quickly, as if that would get rid of some of the cobwebs.   ++Sir, I must insist that you-++   “Mute.”  He says softly, and immediately Jarvis’ voice is gone from the room. Tony stops in front of the table, and one of his hands begins to type on the slim keyboard there at the edge of the table. Once more the glowing green image of the globe comes up, some of it’s areas patched with red. His eyes scan the globe, taking in as much information as he can. He then type a few more commands, and the globe starts to change slightly. Areas of blue begin to show, and little markers next to each blue spot.   “Voice.”  He says as he reaches up to the globe. He taps the imaginary blue marker as it hangs in the air, and that patch of blue is suddenly magnified as Jarvis’ voice is once more heard.   ++31 degrees 15 minutes north, 32 degrees 17 minutes east. Port Said, Egypt. Local forces have engaged enemy forces on numerous occasions. No one faction seems to hold any targets for long.++   Tony stares at the patch of blue still as he listens, taking in the details of the port itself. Really good place to hold up to defend from the land. If your enemy is seafaring, might be another issue. He shakes his head as he taps the marker once more, and it shrinks as the globe comes to it’s normal size once more. Tony’s hand brushes passed the globe, causing it to spin as if it were a real thing, as if it really had some kind of mass. The globe spins a moment, and then his hand stops, and the globe stops also. He taps the blue marker in front of him, his head bowing down a little as he starts to frown.   ++40 degrees 39 minutes 51 seconds north, 73 degrees 56 minutes 19 seconds west. New York City, United States of America. Local forces have tried several times to fight, but have thus far been ineffective. The S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier has been confirmed downed and most likely not salvageable. Colonel Fury is presumed dead. Stark Tower New York has been destroyed, not salvageable. All technology within has been destroyed per Omega Contingency.++   Tony stares at that particular blue patch, and his hand slowly falls away. As he loses contact with the marker, it shrinks, and the globe comes up once more. Silently he stares passed the globe as he thinks, and then he looks back up, One of his fingers presses against the globe, and he turns it just a little. He taps the marker over the Russian blue mark. He taps the marker as Jarvis speaks.   ++55 degrees 45 minutes north, 37 degrees 37 minutes east. Moscow, Russia. Enemy incursions have been heavy, with local militia engaging them. Of note is what appears to be a powered armor with high frequency runoff.++     “Crimson Dynamo.”  Tony says in a sour tone. Is he stealing Stark Tech again to make his second rate suits? Yeeesh..   ++Unknown, sir. At current there is interference of some type which does not allow continued surveillance.++  Tony shakes his head with dissatisfaction, and he releases the marker.<br/><br/>“So we’re fighting back… kinda.”  He says as he slowly slumps down into his work stool, his hand coming up to rub his temples.  “There’s nothing more?”   He says softly as he sits there.   ++Reports are sporadic at the very best. Communication lines still have yet to be fully established. What little information I can glean from satellites is what is shown here.++   So there’s more out there, just as he knew there would be. And maybe they heard his voice, maybe it did some good. If he were a praying man, that’s what he would pray for. That the little gesture of getting communication lines back up would be of use to anyone who still had the will to fight, to live.<br/><br/>To resist.<br/><br/>“New file.”  He says as he sits there motionlessly. The globe now fades from sight, and the lights in the room come up a little more.   ++There is limited storage space in Rurouni Safehouse’s servers. If I were to sta--++    “Erase anything you need to. Anything. Save the satellite info and calculations, save the nanotech research. Save what’s relevant to now. To right now.”    ++Yes, sir.++   Now Tony gets up slowly, and he looks slowly around the workshop. The Stealth armor is badly damaged, but very salvageable. The Deep Space suit is in really good condition, almost like new. It’s only been used once. But anything going into deep space just once may as well be a hundred times. And War Machine… it’s seen better days. But then, they all have. He stares at War Machine, remembering the fights he had in Tokyo proper with it.<br/><br/>Rise, fight. Resist.<br/><br/>The words ring through his head above all else. And the look upon his face grows more determined. The weariness of his mind and body are set aside for now, they aren’t important.   ++Sir, what heading shall I give the new file?++   Live up to the name. Make them pay. Be the Avenger.<br/><br/>“Mark VIII.”<br/><br/>For a moment there is silence, and then Jarvis’ voice comes forth once more. If it were possible to see a smile on Jarvis’ non face, it would certainly be there.   ++Yes, sir. New file has been successfully established.++<br/>