Mark I - ||video||

[the_mechanic]

[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]

Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]

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[the_mechanic]

[He smirks. Nothing worth doing is easy. And he's stubborn enough not to quit.]

I'm sure. But I'm going to try. Looks like I'll need a hobby, anyway.

Tony Stark. [If he notices the pause, he makes no indication of it.]

[lessabrasive]

[ At least he's not trying to charm her. That'd lose points fast. ]

I'm sure you'll find something.

I can't say it's a pleasure for any of us to be here, but it's good to meet you. [she says that now...]

[the_mechanic]

[Pfffft, god, you know, he's actually really good with people, when he needs to be, he just doesn't care most of the time.

He doesn't have that luxury here, yet.

He smiles; it's small, but it's genuine.]

Likewise. I'll be in touch.

[And he means it.]