345/Avengers Assemble A Little Bit

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Avengers Assemble A Little Bit
Date of Scene: 07 March 2020
Location: Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis: Thor and Tony shoot the breeze, watch TV, and navigate the treacherous waters of intellectual property law.
Cast of Characters: Thor, Tony Stark




Thor has posed:
    The late evening is often a time of quiet reflection in the Avengers mansion. Above in the upper floor one of the team is usually on monitor duty, gauging and keeping an eye on the possible threats to the world, a viable presence there to make decisions though the AI is assuredly capable. In their various rooms many of the team are resting, recovering from the events of the last few days. Yet tonight, one of their number at least is still downstairs, currently in the dark of the recreational room.
    It's an elaborate place, what with its bar along one wall, the large sectional seating areas, the hint of erudition with the bookcases...
    And the large television that is providing the primary illumination to the room, casting its dim glow upon the tall man who is leaning forward, making him seem like some sort of spectre there in that room. He's at the least accompanied by a bottle of caramel liquor of some kind and a tub of popcorn that he is munching on idly. Though at times he lifts his voice.
    "JARVIS, these two women are serving wenches."
    << Of a sort, they are called waitresses, sir. >>
    "I see," He chews on some more popcorn. "The way they speak, is that common? The way... they say things, then they stop and look around and wait while people laugh."
    << I believe that is known as scene chewing, sir. It is an acting technique of some low merit. But I am not a theater critic. >>
    Again, Thor nods. "I see."
    A pause.
    "Am I misunderstanding something that I am not finding this funny?"
    << No, sir. I do not believe you are. >>
    "Ah." And then Thor changes the channel.

Tony Stark has posed:
One of the merits of the Avengers Mansion is that some bizarre federal bylaw considers Tony to be safe there, whereas almost everywhere else he goes requires a security detail. They're outside in the street, occupying cars or just flanking the gates to the grounds. Meanwhile, Tony gets to enjoy having some space to himself. Sure, it's also rubbing elbows with whoever else is in the Mansion tonight but that's a small price to pay.

As he moves down the corridor, he notices the flickering of the television. Something inside prevents him from just barging in and making an entrance, and instead he pauses at the doorframe. He tilts his head forward, looking in at the screen and the familiar figure on the sofa. Fascinating, the wild Thor in his unnatural habitat.

On the screen, a Stark 2020 campaign commercial begins to play. It's frenetic with high energy music and images of Iron Man streaking through the skies, as well as Tony performing a number of good deeds. As it plays, Tony steps into the room and points at the screen.

"I like that guy. Looks like a winner."

Thor has posed:
    When the ad comes on, before Tony speaks, he likely saw Thor sort of just smile. It's an open wide thing, almost proud in a way. And if anyone was in the room it wouldn't be hard to imagine Thor turning to them, pointing at the screen, and announcing... 'I know that man.' He does sort of chuckle through his nose a little and shake his head.
    Then when Tony lifts his voice, Thor turns his head to the side and gives a nod, the smile still there, unashamed to be holding it in Stark's presence. "I do say the man has some qualities that I am fond of, s'truth." He chuckles and looks back to the television. "And his taste in liquor is excellent, what is that I am drinking?" He motions with a nod of his head to the bottle.
    But then he gestures, "Come in, Stark. I am surprised to see you here. I had thought you would be still rushing around kissing voters and shaking hands with babies."

Tony Stark has posed:
"That's - " Tony trails off, leaning to squint at the bottle through the darkness and raising his eyebrows, "Bowmore Mizunara. You'd better like it, big guy, that's two weeks salary for a lot of people."

Stark ambles his way over towards the bar, slipping behind it and turning to regard the many bottles set up on the shelves. After a moment he pulls another one down - a clear bottle shaped in the shape of a swan - and begins to mix a drink behind the counter.

"The babies all had weak handshakes," he contends, "You know what they say. Can't trust someone with a weak handshake. As for pressing the electoral flesh? Well, I kind of spent the whole day doing that. Went to the opening of a school down in Staten Island. In fact, the only thing that wasn't about votes was going to visit a wizard with our very own Agent Red. No robes or pointy hats, either. I was disappointed."

He sets about making the drink, mixing a few different elements together into a steel shaker.

"What about you? Saw on the news you had a bad case of crab. Giant crab."

He makes a claw with his free hand, pinching at the air.

Thor has posed:
    One of the good things about Thor is you can tell when he is listening, and he often does so in good faith, following along and nodding at appropriate moments. He tilts his head to the side and hrms, "That is good, hopefully you learned well what you sought from the wise man. Though aye, their garb is often..." He tilts his head to the side, likely remembering some of the magically inclined individuals he has known in his life. "Eclectic."
    But then the topic of the crab comes up and Thor makes a small face, nose crinkling a little. "Indeed, I was made aware and arrived in time to be of aid. But 'twas the others who were there afore me that did most of the work. I was simply able to help somewhat..."
    There's a pause as he frowns, looking at the television, "Though it troubles me how the news presented it that I was the most prominent in those shared efforts. At times..."
    He looks back toward Tony as he comes to this shocking revelation, voice lowering a touch. "I feel they may not be entirely truthful in their efforts to inform."

Tony Stark has posed:
Something that Thor says must have tickled Tony, as his face cracks into a broad grin and a faint laugh escapes him. He finishes filling the metal shaker, muddling it up with a long, glass rod before he closes it and begins to shake it lazily in front of him.

"Think you hit the nail on the head, there," he answers, "The news is less about what happened and more about making sure people watch the news. You're probably going to see a whole lot more of that this year."

He finishes with the shaker, cracking it open and - instead of pouring it into a glass - he drops a long paper straw into it. He takes a testing sip, shrugs his shoulders, and walks back around from behind the bar.

"You'll probably find they latched onto the biggest name there and ran with it. This school opening, I went to? Poor principal couldn't get a word in edgewise, all the kids hanging out to ask me things."

Thor has posed:
    "That is unfortunate." Thor says, eyes lowering in reflection. He does then lean over to take the bottle in hand and to take a sip of it, perhaps a touch more respectful of it now that it has been imparted with a degree of monetary value. "Though I know that the truth of a matter can be elusive." For considering who his brother is, this may come as no surprise.
    "Oh how did that go?" He asks, perking up at the idea of something neither about reporters nor politics to discuss. He pushes a button and the television, already fairly quiet, becomes muted. Though in the background it continues to flicker and flash with cartoon images of some sort of humorous secret agent talking to his office co-workers.
    "I am sure, even if the principal could not get a chance to speak, that they were welcome of you presence." Thor says, displaying a curious amount of awareness about the status of celebrity. "Likely your name added a strength to their cause and efforts, and will lend them weight in their arguments for the future."

Tony Stark has posed:
"It seemed to," Tony agrees with a nod, propping himself up on the back of the sofa with his shaker drink in one hand, "She seemed happy that I was there, at any rate. I promised I'd go a while back and then the whole campaign started, and I get the impression she thought I might've forgotten about it or cancelled without telling her. I was thinking I might see about help Riri get enrolled there."

A pause, and then a thought strikes him: "And they had these snacks that were like beef wellingtons but miniature."

"I don't think you've met Riri yet?" he asks, after a moment of silence, "She's - well, she managed to reverse-engineer my armor based on a plate she found two years ago. I was thinking of bringing her around the Mansion. Kind of set her on the right path. If she can do something like that at her age? I don't think any of us want her going off the reservation."

Thor has posed:
    Something on the television briefly catches Thor's attention, a flicker of an image, a swirl of an action figure whose likeness might or might not seem familiar to him. There are kids laughing, running around a yard, then the figure lands and an image appears that states, 'SWIVEL ARM BATTLE GRIP!' on the screen followed by, 'ACTION COMBAT VOICE!' But then he looks away.
    "Oh. I do enjoy beef wellingtons." He says as he settles back into his seat, holding the bottle at his side for now and crossing one boot over his knee, relaxing and easing fully into the comfort of the couch. Thor then shakes his head as he murmurs, "I have not met a Riri, yet if she was capable of doing that she likely has a strong future ahead of her."
    There's a pause then he adds with a snap of his fingers, "Ah, I did meet the Lady Hawkeye. Some relation to Barton I believe? I did not speak at length with her but she seeed a good-natured sort." The thunderer nods once as he considers, then adds. "She was very brave."

Tony Stark has posed:
"Baby Hawkeye?" Tony asks, his own eyes flicking to the television and the commercial as he is reminded of something he had forgotten about until this moment, "Yeah, I've seen her on the news, too. One of Riri's friends. They had a sort of dynamic duo thing going on. I guess Clint's decided he's okay with her muscling in on his schtick?"

But then he points at the screen, raising his eyebrows and taking a slurping sip of the straw, "That reminds me. I've got something for you. Remember all that paperwork with the legal team a few months back?"

Not waiting for an answer, Tony pushes himself off the back of the couch and rushes out. There's the sound of a closet opening out in the hall, the ripping of what sounds like tape, and then the door slams again. He returns shortly after, carrying a cardboard package with a not unreasonably off-base action figure replica of the Thunderer himself.

"Diana thought you'd get a kick out of this," he explains, holding it out, "And we'll put half the proceeds in trust if you ever decide you actually want that money you're making."

Thor has posed:
    The Asgardian's features shift a little, lips curving down a touch while his chin stiffens as he shakes his head, "I imagine so, otherwise why would she continue to do so?" But Thor's world is a simpler world in some ways. He then straightens up, resting his arm over the back of the sofa to turn and face Tony more directly.
    "Yes?" He asks as Tony speaks to something reminding him. "Ah, the intellectual property contracts?" Which... might surprise Stark, as Thor conjures that quickly in answer. He nods, "I believe so, go on."
    Even though Tony already is going on... and then rushing out of the room. Thor, curiousity now piqued, sits up and drops his foot to the floor as he watches and awaits the return. Once Tony comes back into the room there's definitely a clear look of curiousity to the tall man. He takes the packaged figure and looks at it with a small laugh, "Oh hah! Tis me. With a tiny little hammer."
    He holds it up and turns it around, looking at the back and the ensemble picture, "Very good. Perhaps we can take those proceeds and find a suitable charity?" He tilts his head...
    Then stops, "Hm, if these are to be a representation of ourselves as a team, I should most likely be much bigger."

Tony Stark has posed:
"Intellectual property rights you catch like you're Willie Mays, but action figures just go right on by, huh?" Tony asks, though he can't help but grin a little. The charity suggestion in particular seems to please him.

"They're toys," he explains, waving a hand at the figure, "Dolls, though the more commonly accepted parlance is 'action figure.' Kids play with them. Some adults keep them in climate-controlled vaults until the value skyrockets and then they never sell them anyway. That's yours. I've got one. Nat's doesn't look anything like her, but I thought she'd prefer it that way. They're having trouble with the real archery action for Barton's - the lawyers are worried kids are gonna choke on the little plastic arrows."

"But, yeah, we're shipping out a whole mess of them. Half the money goes towards keeping the operation up and running here, the rest goes into your bank account to do whatever you like. I'll ask Pepper to put together a list of charities that might be up your alley."

Thor has posed:
    "Well yes," The Thunderer says as he nods, listening to Tony's words and his well-thought out explanation as he holds up the tiny Thor, nodding along as he is regaled with the details, the trials and travails, the difficulties with Clint's figure and that aspect of Widow's. He nods along sagely, then murmurs, as he holds up two fingers from the top of the toy's head and extending it a few inches out of the box, "Though. Still. Should perhaps be bigger."
    Then he sets the toy down and smiles, "But thank you, I shall keep it well." Likely in his room somewhere.
    At the mention of charities he perks up, "Ah good, that would be a kindness Stark. Please do thank Lady Potts for me." He glances towards the television then gestures with his bottle. "Have you time to rest and enjoy the evening's entertainment or are you still otherwise engaged?"

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony considers that for a moment, looking at the action figure in its box. Then with a faint shrug he nods his head: "Yeah, I suppose it should be."

The follow up question catches him a little by surprise. He looks at the sofa and the idea of sitting back to watch television as though it were some sort of alien even stranger than the Norse god currently occupying the rec room. His phone is fished from his pocket and he checks something, momentarily lit up by the glow from the screen. But then he drops it back in, slinging his legs over the sofa and perching himself on the back of it.

"Actually, yeah," he muses, nudging the remote in Thor's direction with the toe of his sneaker, "Sounds good."