19902/It's all yours

It's all yours
Date of Scene:	20 January 2025
Location:	Stark Aeronautics
Synopsis:	With the test successful, Tony gives Crush ownership of her shuttle and rents her a hangar. Then they go to lunch.
Cast of Characters:	Tony Stark, Xiomara Rojas

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Tony Stark has posed:
    Tony, being a good deal more maneuverable, lands before the shuttle does. By the time Crush lands and taxis back into the hangar, he's deactivated the armor and is back to normal, tailored suit clad Tony Stark. He's sitting on the corner of a desk, and once the shuttle shuts down, he waves Crush over.

    "Ok, perfect. Couldn't ask for a better test flight. Usually _something_ breaks, so color me impressed. Now, just got one or two things to go over here, so give me your attention for a minute."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Honestly Crush had expected something to go wrong, so when nothing did she was actually suspicious. It meant the next chance she got she would be pushing the shuttle harder than she just did, perhaps to the red line, because there was no way it worked perfectly... nothing she touched worked the way it was intended to.

Hovering just outside the hanger bay, she does a 180 in place with a mental giggle, then moves inside to 'park'. Once it was settled in place, she shut down the engines and stood up. Even as she was disembarking, the techies descended on the shuttle like vultures to start gathering tasty, tasty data. She'd join in that data combing later, for now Stark was picture perfect again and calling her over.

"The only thing that went wrong was a lack of seatbelt," she states with a laughing sort of snort, rubbing her head as if it still hurt. It did not. "That was pilot error though, cause sometimes I forget the most obvious safety things."

Settling into the chair at the desk, since he was claiming the corner of it, she leans back while looking at him. "Ya got my complete attention Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark has posed:
    "Ok, first off, congratulations on the first flight of one of Earth's first interstellar capable spacecraft built entirely on this planet. It's a thing of beauty, and all the other kids are going to be jealous."

    He signs something on a clipboard, then puts it down in front of her. "Let's be all official here. Sign this next to where I did, and you are the proud owner of a brand new spaceship."

    He taps the line she needs to sign on and offers her the pen.

    "Next, have you got a dollar on you?"

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Ew... signing things. A part of her brain twitched over the idea, harkening back to the days when Crush attempted to remain hidden from official things due to being the literal representation of 'illegal alien'. It only lasted a moment before she leaned forward to look over the paper, pick up the pen and sign it. She could have been agreeing to prune Stark's plants weekly, wouldn't matter, it's not like he could /make/ her do it... and she trusted him.

"Ya mean a paper dollar?" she asks in surprise, one brow raising as she starts digging through her pockets. Nothing in her pants pockets, so she does to the pockets of her sleeveless jacket and produces a crumpled dollar bill. Straightening it out as best she could she offered it to him with a grin. "Sure, you can have my last dollar Mr. Stark, after all... we all know how your hurtin for cash these days." Then she laughs, cause to her that was seriously a funny statement.

Tony Stark has posed:
    Tony takes the dollar and the clipboard. "The airfield is company property, so I have to at least pretend to follow actual business practices. Pepper can yell at me about finances later."

    He flips to the next sheet on the clipboard, writes $1.00 in one blank and again signs his name.

    "Ok, now sign this one, and you are officially renting this hangar for the next decade or until Galactus eats the planet, whichever comes first."

    He slides the pen and clipboard back over to her.

    "See, sometimes business isn't all that difficult. I'm a great believer in observing the forms, when it's not too much trouble at least."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Crush's eyebrow shoots up to her hair line again as Tony basically rents her an entire hanger for a dollar. Truth be told she hadn't really thought about the whole 'after the shuttle was built' part. It's not like she could park it on the streets of New York, and the idea of taking up numerous parking spots at Happy Harbor or landing it on the roof of Titan's tower made her chortle.

Leaning forward to sign the paper she blinks a few times as she says, "Business is only as difficult as people make it. Sometimes, there are so many hoops that trained circus dogs would fail to hit them all, other times ya give a man a dollar, and rent a hanger full of tech that would melt most human brains... not literally, I ain't makin no death ray or nothin."

Tony Stark has posed:
    Tony chuckles, "I'm not too worried about that since I was half the team that designed this thing. You didn't leave room for weapons even if you wanted to add them. I do imagine you'll be polishing every system until it shines though, you seem like the type who needs to make everything just right. Like me, actually. It's no wonder we made a good design team."

    He pulls a pair of aviator sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on, then holds up the clipboard in front of himself.

    "HOMER, scan and forward a copy of page one" he flips the page up "and page two, then file them with SI business."

    There's no audible reply, but after a moment Tony puts the clipboard down and removes the glasses.

    "There, all set. Now, what would you say to some lunch? I'm buying."

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
Every time Stark did something like that, with the sunglasses, HOMER... it made a part of Crush drool. The level of technology the man commanded, and all of it he had basically come up with on his own.

"No need for weapons, never was an never will be," she states matter-a-factly. "I'm the weapon, the shuttle's just a way to get me there... an I'm lookin forward to upscaling the idea to transports for the space station, luxury liners for them rich mo fos, present company not included, to waste their money on, an whatever else we can come up with."

Picking herself up, she stretches her entire body and then seems to realize there was a compliment in there aimed at her. A bit of a sheepish grin accompanies the shrug, "No sense in doin somethin only half way, especially when it could mean advancements in tech, or in this case, space travel." Collecting her backpack, a leather thing that had seen better days but still served her well enough. "I could do lunch... but just cause ya wealthier than the country, don't mean ya gotta pay."