Plans? What plans?

[hotredhero]

Uh, hello? Is this thing working? Because I could have sworn when you said we were going to do things that I would actually, you know, have some say in what was going on. It is me, you know. My life that you're playing your games with, so I'd appreciate a little warning before you made important decisions like where you plan on putting me.

Oh. Space. Great.

Yeah, I love space. Space is nice. Why wouldn't I love space?

You know, aside from the whole having a home and a company that has my name on it and about twenty other projects that aren't really conducive to dropping everything to ride off on space ships where I don't have any of those things.

...

Oh, damn, look at that. My suit's dented. Well, I better get on this. We'll have to put off the whole "jettison Tony out into the galaxy" idea for later. I'll get back to you on that one, okay?

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[compromisedarrow]

Is that a challenge, Stark?

Don't tempt me. I think Fury may clip my wings if I do. Plus, I'm not in the habit of killing team-mates.

[hotredhero]

I'm not the one making threats.

I'm saying if you try it, you're not going to get easy pickings from me.

[compromisedarrow]

I wasn't expecting it to be easy. I'm not stupid.

Nor am I stupid enough to try yet.

[He kinda likes you, Stark.]

[hotredhero]

Good, because I promise you it'd be a lot less fun to kill me without a decent fight.

[Well, that's flattering. Does this mean everybody that wants to kill him actually really loves him?]

[compromisedarrow]

Oh, I bet. And a lot less satisfying.

[Lets not go that far, Tony.]

[hotredhero]

That's assuming you actually win.

[Whatever, he knows he's pretty.]

[compromisedarrow]

I only play games that I have a near-certain chance of winning, Stark.

[hotredhero]

Well, you're probably better off giving this one up then. Teammate.

[compromisedarrow]

For now, teammate.