<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Stark1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tony Stark - Iron Man<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Stark Tower, Upper Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Black tank-top, blue jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><hr/>Tony came out of the elevator into the Upper Lounge. Seeing Thor lounging on one of the sofas, he called out a casual greeting to him, "Thor." He had seen Thor sitting there, but didn't notice Rogue at the window until he was half-way across the room. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Oh, hello Rogue. Didn't see you there,</span></span>" he called over to her on his way to the lavish bar. "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">We're going to have to tie bells to your feet!</span></span>" He wasn't quite sure why he said that last part except that he was perhaps a little out of his mind exhausted. Even as much as he had done it over the years, staying up all night `working' would still do that to him. Probably also most of the reason he hadn't noticed her in the first place.<br/><br/>It was interesting... Thor was a god. And walking into his Lounge to see him sitting there no longer phased Tony. It hadn't for a long time now. Yes, his ego was that big. Thor was just another person he had gotten to know and had the pleasure to fight beside over the years. He also felt unthreatened by the god. Not only because they had no reason to quarrel, but that for all his power, all his ability, and his magical hitting device, as `godly' as he was, he was probably one of the most simple-minded individuals Tony had ever met. And he had met some real dullards. Well, maybe save The Hulk... But even he had the alter-ego of Dr. Banner who's mind Tony could at least consider in the general vicinity of his own. So when it came to considering Thor as a venerable threat, all Tony could think was, “Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.”<br/>However, seeing him was also now a stark (no pun intended) reminder to Tony. A reminder of what Thor's father - the über-god known as Odin - had allowed him to glimpse. And that reminder was a large part of the basis for what he was being forced to face now...<br/>He had been staying up lately, going over iterations of his current armors in an effort to make them modular. Basically, reworking the stuff he had already accomplished. He was only mid-way through his life expectancy (no regard to the dangerous life he led...) yet he was already approaching a technological `ceiling', and he was all too aware of it. It was something he lamented greatly. Like having the final piece to a puzzle, being able to clearly see what it was, but procrastinating putting that final piece into place. Mostly because he knew what it meant... Going `elsewhere' to find a bigger puzzle.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the bar, he pulled out two tumblers, a large mug, and a bottle of Wild Turkey, then continuing to Rogue, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">`You a Wild Turkey girl...? You strike me as a Wild Turkey girl...</span></span>" plunking a couple of ice cubes into each tumbler. Then, to Thor, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Thor? Grog, I'm assuming...?</span></span>"