clint_barton: (Default)
[personal profile] clint_barton posting in [community profile] brovengers

 

"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Stark is currently unavailable and unannounced house calls are highly discouraged. Please contact Ms. Potts to make an appointment."

Standing at the doorway of Stark's Malibu home, Clint gives the interface on the wall a mildly annoyed glance. The well-mannered rejection isn't unexpected, but Clint would stake his life on the fact that Stark's computer knows exactly who he means by "Mr. Stark". Only Stark would give his AI an attitude problem on purpose.

"No, not your Mr. Stark. I'm here for Stark Senior. I just need to speak with him, don't even need to step inside. Just patch me through."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I am not authorized to allow-"

“Stark, I know you're listening. S.H.I.E.L.D. has some questions for your dad, I'm here to relieve you of babysitting duty. Let me speak to him and we'll both be out of your hair within the hour."

The buzz and click of the door lock releasing comes almost before he's finished the sentence. The smooth English accent follows a short second later, all polite efficiency. "Mr. Stark is in the second guest bedroom on the first floor."

 

Date: 2012-05-23 08:27 am (UTC)
fatherofinnovention: (inspect)
From: [personal profile] fatherofinnovention
Howard leans forward towards the mirror on his wall, running his still bandaged hand through the waves in his hair to straighten them out. He fixates on this task the same way he fixates on his work, because the last thing he needs is one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents getting a glimpse at the cracks in his personal life, and the best way to cover his tracks is to keep his actions simple on the surface.

Anthony has things well in hand. Not to his standards, of course, but the company is still standing, still outperforming the competition. And Howard knows he can't keep pretending to be useful taking up space in a stranger's house any more than he can pretend to be the guy's father. Because he's not. He's not that Howard Stark. He's not certain he ever will be.

"Deal." He says as he turns on his heel to reach for his jacket, checking to make sure his phone is tucked neatly inside one of its pockets. "But I want more than just the usual setup. If you want me to hit on all sixes, you need to make sure I have everything required to get the job done. Including a flat that's not some hole in the wall with a bed."

Date: 2012-05-23 07:21 pm (UTC)
not_iron: (How 'bout that)
From: [personal profile] not_iron
By the time they get moving, Tony's already upstairs, back to the front door as he digs around in a bag of Lays.

"Looks like a party. Any reason I wasn't invited?"

Profile

brovengers: (Default)
Brovengers Marvel RP

June 2012

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10 111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 6th, 2025 01:12 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios