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Mobile Suit Avengers
Jul. 10th, 2025 11:57 pmHe should've expected something like this sooner. Between Obie, the media, the overall political climate between various PMCs on earth and drifting around the colonies it really was only a matter of time before things came to a head and diplomatic overtures were abandoned entirely. He'd been ready to dig in with his father, build as much as he could to protect people, their people, but Howard had something else in mind.
Wouldn't be the first time he's pulled something like this on Tony, probably won't be the last, but ultimately he can't even be too upset.
Sure he'd rather be home in his own lab with his own music rattling through his bones as he cracks open all the vulnerabilities and coding backdoors of the ore common (most) models of mobile suits to help the Rhodey and the militia- but threats had been made, apparently.
Tony doesn't know, he hadn't quite been paying attention. It was at the tail end of a four day engineering bender that Howard took him by the shoulders, gave him a hug, and herded him into a transport. He passed out in the jump seat before he could really ask any questions, belongings and portable server packed in, ready and waiting. Apparently the last detail to be stowed was him.
Doesn't know where the station he'd been sent to was, doesn't know who's in charge, doesn't even particularly care. No one briefs him no one answers questions he doesn't ask because he's too busy reading the handwritten (sentimental of Howard) note explaining what his father wanted, needed, him to do. Considering how infrequently Howard asked him anything like this and he left Jarvis in his birdlike hover drone Tony made when he was twelve, he's not about to argue.
Keep his head down.
Build and innovate for people that can actually help.
Don't let them know he's a Stark. How long that's going to last he has no idea, but then Howard did his best to keep Tony away from the media unless he wanted to be seen and that wasn't ever his bag.
Walked to a worktable, given space to get to work, and a tablet on everyone he'll be working with. Steve Rogers, some sort of tactical genius, Thor- that's it, just Thor- prince or lord or some kind of space representative from the Aesir station, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton; scouts, Bruce Banner who he had heard of for his work in radiation shielding and rather insane proposals on how to convert ambient radiation into propulsion for Mobile Suits, and James Barnes- another scout of some kind. He, Shuri, and Bruce make up the engineering team- another name he's familiar with, someone he's shot ideas to back and forth over the net, and the rest are pilots for...some kind of project.
Face deep in the tablet with all the data he'll need to not look like an idiot child next to Shuri- he goes in search of Coffee, Jarvis perched on his shoulder, a silvery blue metallic bird perfectly still no matter how Tony moves.
Wouldn't be the first time he's pulled something like this on Tony, probably won't be the last, but ultimately he can't even be too upset.
Sure he'd rather be home in his own lab with his own music rattling through his bones as he cracks open all the vulnerabilities and coding backdoors of the ore common (most) models of mobile suits to help the Rhodey and the militia- but threats had been made, apparently.
Tony doesn't know, he hadn't quite been paying attention. It was at the tail end of a four day engineering bender that Howard took him by the shoulders, gave him a hug, and herded him into a transport. He passed out in the jump seat before he could really ask any questions, belongings and portable server packed in, ready and waiting. Apparently the last detail to be stowed was him.
Doesn't know where the station he'd been sent to was, doesn't know who's in charge, doesn't even particularly care. No one briefs him no one answers questions he doesn't ask because he's too busy reading the handwritten (sentimental of Howard) note explaining what his father wanted, needed, him to do. Considering how infrequently Howard asked him anything like this and he left Jarvis in his birdlike hover drone Tony made when he was twelve, he's not about to argue.
Keep his head down.
Build and innovate for people that can actually help.
Don't let them know he's a Stark. How long that's going to last he has no idea, but then Howard did his best to keep Tony away from the media unless he wanted to be seen and that wasn't ever his bag.
Walked to a worktable, given space to get to work, and a tablet on everyone he'll be working with. Steve Rogers, some sort of tactical genius, Thor- that's it, just Thor- prince or lord or some kind of space representative from the Aesir station, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton; scouts, Bruce Banner who he had heard of for his work in radiation shielding and rather insane proposals on how to convert ambient radiation into propulsion for Mobile Suits, and James Barnes- another scout of some kind. He, Shuri, and Bruce make up the engineering team- another name he's familiar with, someone he's shot ideas to back and forth over the net, and the rest are pilots for...some kind of project.
Face deep in the tablet with all the data he'll need to not look like an idiot child next to Shuri- he goes in search of Coffee, Jarvis perched on his shoulder, a silvery blue metallic bird perfectly still no matter how Tony moves.