<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/74814A.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> Genius, Man With The Plan<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Rurouni Safehouse<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Diamondback, Blade<br/></span></span><hr/>Mr. Stark enters his personal room, what amounts to his bedroom here at the safehouse. His whole body feels like dren. His mental reserves have been drained. But there’s no time for a nap, no time to stop. A shower, sure. But he has a lot of work to do. Tony walks across his bedroom, his eyes travelling to the large bed at one end of it, the 75inch plasma screen on the other, the small bar against one of the other walls. And as he walks, he is slowly shedding clothes, just letting them drop where they may as he walks.<br/><br/>“Shower on… hot… put David Newman on the radio, Jarvis.”   With his tired words, the shower in the adjoining room comes to life, steam emerging from the shower itself almost immediately. The shower itself is large, looking like it’s made from marble. The main showerhead hangs from the ceiling of the shower, flat and broad in structure, the water pouring out of it almost in a rain like action. 3 more showerheads built into the walls of the shower, all of them now directing water towards the middle of the shower. Strong symphonic music can be heard in the shower itself, but it doesn’t really travel passed his bedroom. His body now bare, he steps into the shower, letting out a groan as the hot water cascades along his body. He rests his forehead against the shower wall, closing his eyes as the water cleans the dirt and blood from his form.<br/><br/>Fir a good twenty minutes he just stands there in the shower, his body relaxing, his mind clearing a little.  There is.. so much he needs to do. Once more, it feels like the weight of the world is upon his shoulders. Like the world won’t stand a chance if he is idle. Maybe that’s a very arrogant way of looking at his world, but it’s going to be his motivation. That, and the dying words of his best friend.<br/><br/>The music softens, and Jarvis’ voice is heard.   ++Sir, Ms. Leighton has arrived.++   Tony remains leaning his forehead on the showerwall as he speaks softly.    “Blade here yet?”     ++No, sir. Not as yet.++   Tony falls silent as he stands there, and finally he pushes off the wall. He steps out of the shower as it turns off, stepping onto a plush rug there at his feet. He picks up a near towel, and starts to dry himself off. After a moment, he starts to walk again, still absently drying off. Opening a dresser drawer in his bedroom, he takes out some loose fitting jogging pants and a black shirt made from a light fabric. Quickly slipping them on, he then steps into a pair of sneakers next to the dresser. The room itself almost seems like it’s been laid out for Tony, so that he wouldn’t even have to think about what he has to do next. No walking out of the bedroom without pants on for him, thank you.<br/><br/>After something like that happens to you three times, you kind of decide to get some kind of system in place.<br/><br/>The door to his workshop opens quietly, and he steps into it as Diamondback asks of Tony’s condition.   “Just dandy, thanks.”   He says in response to her question, running a hand through his still damp hair. And of course, she would be able to see the circle of light embedded in his chest under his shirt, it glowing gently. Tony strides confidently over to where his War Machine armor hangs on the mechanical arms, and he reaches for it’s back area. He seems to fiddle with something, and then pulls his hand away. He tosses Diamondback’s tracer back to her as he speaks.   “Nifty little toy, but you may wanna think about using a more obscure transmitting frequency.”  He says casually, now moving towards the large, heavy looking metal table near them both.   “Glad to see you made it here all undamaged. I’m gonna need help if I’m gonna save the world and all.”   His tone as casual as his gait was.  “Jarvis, show me the world. Lemme see what you’ve been doing while we’ve been fighting for our lives.”<br/><br/>Tony glances at Diamondback as the lights in the workshop dim faintly, and the circle in the middle of the table starts to glow softly.   “Not saying you need it, but I know I felt better after a shower.”  He motions to the elevator doors at the far end of the workshop   “Down takes you to the bunks and another workspace. Up leads to the kitchen and a rec room. Should have an X-Box up there, if that’s your thing. Non-perishables in the kitchen, ya know, pudding cups, dried fruit, canned fruit and foods and all. Might have to live on spaghetti-o’s and butterscotch pudding for a bit.”  His eyes fall onto the table in front of him, and a holographic image of the Earth is displayed. And along it, there are patches that are highlighted in red. Lots of patches. Looks like almost every major city and community are shaded red.<br/><br/>Now he kind of sounds like he’s taking control of the situation here, doesn’t he? Like Diamondback’s presence is more of an afterthought to him. But that’s kind of how he deals with things like this. Make priorities in your head, and just do it. He has trouble looking passed that sometimes…<br/><br/>