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Post by Thor Odinson on May 30, 2012 22:35:05 GMT -5
Location: Stark Industries corporate headquarters, California
Date: June 17, 2012
Time of Day: Early afternoon
The security guard at the front desk looked up as a shadow fell across him. And up, and up, and up some more. A huge, shaggy-haired blonde with a trim beard loomed over him. His black T-shirt (a Manowar concert t-shirt at that) stretched over heavily muscled chest and arms, and his black leather vest and blue jeans tucked into heavy boots gave him the look of a well-groomed biker. But there was a smile and a pleasant expression on his face, and he stared around the glass and marble and steel entryway with a mixture of bemusement and interest.
"Can I help you, sir?" the guard asked.
"Aye," the muscleman said, voice seeming to boom even when it didn't. "I am a guest of Tony Stark, mighty master of iron armor. He has called me to come, asked me for aid. Shield-brothers we are; I could not say him nay."
"Uhm..." the guard gaped. "I... uhm..."
"He has charged me to speak these words to thee: 'when comes the Thunderer, let none bar his passing. He answers my asking, he has an appointment."
The guard blinked. Smiling, the blonde giant leaned over the desk and tapped a finger on the computer screen. "My name is... right... there," he said, speech patterns becoming less formal.
"Thor... Odinson?"
Thor smiled, and held a finger to his lips. "Shhhh... speak not my name so loudly." A beat. "He asked me to be discrete."
(OOC: So, apparently Thor hits the rhythms of the Eddas at times.)
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Post by Tony Stark on May 31, 2012 1:19:14 GMT -5
Tony had indeed requested Thor for a tiny mission. He'd been getting reports that the Ten Rings terrorist cell had been getting back into a threatening size, and he planned to nip it in the bud. Well, not only nip it, but pull the entire root out of the ground and light it on fire. He did not want this group to exist any further, perhaps it was a bit of a grudge, or perhaps it was the rumors that they had the blueprints for Obidiah Stane's Iron Monger design. If that got out, there could be all sorts for trouble coming his way in the near future.
It was only a few moments into Thor's conversation that the PA system cut it short, perhaps it was a mercy killing.
"Yeah, he's cool. Send my friend up. I'm in my office. Don't forget, he's not the only one on the list."
Tony's voice cut out as the God of Thunder was now granted access to his office. They'd share a drink and chat while they waited for the other Avengers he'd requested for his personal mission to arrive.
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Post by Thor Odinson on May 31, 2012 21:52:53 GMT -5
The guard hung up the handset, and looked up at the blonde giant. "You can go through, Mr.... Odinson."
Thor beamed, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Thou art a worthy housecarl for thy lord. Shall I take the elevator?"
"Aye... I mean, yes. Top floor."
"Then fare thee well, noble housecarl."
Turning, the Odinson strode towards the elevator door. The guard watched as the door slid shut, then shook his head. It really did take all kinds.
The elevator car dinged and the doors slid open. Thor emerged into Tony's office, pausing to sweep the room with his ice-blue eyes. It spoke of tasteful wealth and understated power. Clearly, decided Thor, there is an Iron Lady in the Iron Man's life.
Then he smiled with genuine pleasure. "Tony! My brother! I have come as you have asked! Tell me, what service may I render you?"
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Post by Tony Stark on Jun 1, 2012 0:41:20 GMT -5
Tony watched as the brick wall with blond hair walked into his office, his voice booming with joy. He offered a nod and a grin before standing up, "A little clean up in the Middle East. Before I was Iron Man, there was a terrorist cell that kidnapped me and tried to force me to make weapons for them. That's where I developed the first suit and broke out. Long story short, they've come back, and rumor has it, they have blueprints of my older armor, selling it to those willing to pay for it."
"Naturally, that doesn't sit very well with me. So, I figured I'd call you in," he looked back up to Thor and said, "We're still waiting on one more. You want a drink while we wait?" He nodded toward the bottle on the table to their side.
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Post by Thor Odinson on Jun 1, 2012 21:51:43 GMT -5
"Naturally, that doesn't sit very well with me. So, I figured I'd call you in."
Thor nodded gravely. "I should think not. Your inventions are impressive, and I dislike the thought of them in the hands of miscreants. Come, then," he grasped the hammer-shaped pendant he wore around his neck, "summon your armor, and let us go forth and remonstrate with them."
Tony looked up, and shook his head. "We're still waiting on one more."
Thor paused, then released the amulet. "Even better. Who else joins us? Our brave Captain, with his mighty shield? Will Bruce unleash his righteous wrath in the cause of justice once more? Are we joined by Clint and his matchless archery, or by deadly Natasha?" He looked around eagerly, as if expecting to see his fellow Avengers emerging from the shadows. "The thought of fighting at their sides once more likes me well."
"You want a drink while we wait?" Tony glanced at a bottle on a low table nearby.
"Of course, and thank you."
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Post by Carol Susan Jane Danvers on Jun 15, 2012 11:43:42 GMT -5
Tony's office was, of course, on the uppermost floor of the skyscraper that housed Stark Industries. Nothing but the best for the playboy bachelor...
Carol, in full-uniform (which is a bit of an oxymoron, since her 'full' uniform actually covers about as much skin as a swimsuit) - actually, she'll go by Ms. Marvel, thankyouverymuch - came zooming in from overhead, having flown over from New York. (And no, her arms aren't tired, but thank you for asking).
She gracefully and rapidly touched down on the balcony to Stark's office and gave a little rap at the window.
"Sorry I'm late, Tony - my estimate of how long the flight would take was a little off. I don't do much inter-continental flying, you know..." Ms. Marvel explained with a casual shrug after she had been let in through the window.
"Nice office," she added, taking a glance around - and then she noticed the Thunder God.
"Hey, Thor," she said with a smile before turning once again to Tony and asking, "So... What's up - what we got, Tony?" She was, of course, asking what he had called them here for today.
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Post by Tony Stark on Jun 15, 2012 20:54:28 GMT -5
Tony was finishing Thor's drink, filling the glass with strong booze for the large Asgardian. As he handed the drink to his friend and teammate, a scantily clad blonde landed on his balcony and was tapping on the window. He looked to Thor and said, "I figured I'd bring the newbie on board with us, she needs some time to work with us so we can build a better team dynamic. That's what they call it, right?"
With that, Iron Man picked up a remote and pressed a button, which automatically opened the window door so that Carol could walk in, "Miss Marvel, always a pleasure." He nodded to her as she explained her tardiness. Tony waved it off like it was nothing. He understood her plight, he'd been there before, now long flights like that were easy, fun even.
When she asked for a briefing on the mission, Tony nodded and called out to the room, "Jarvis, let's being the official briefing now." A screen lowered from the ceiling as Tony's AI began to speak to them, "Very well sir. We'll begin by discussing the Ten Rings terrorist cell." The screen lit up and began to show images and video clips, including their initial kidnapping of Tony himself. Jarvis was speaking explaining what the mission was, pretty much exactly what Tony had been telling Thor. |
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Post by Thor Odinson on Jun 18, 2012 15:10:12 GMT -5
Thor was dubiously examining the... martini Is that what Tony had called it? Yes. Martini. He sipped it, and carefully hid his disappointment. It tasted faintly of oil, and had a plant (for some reason) sitting in it.
But Tony was his shield-brother, now. And if a man worthy to fight alongside gods wanted to serve him alcoholic oils and plants, then by Asgard he would do the repulsive thing justice! Steeling himself for the next swallow, he heard a tap at the window. His free hand went to the amulet around his neck as he turned to look.
There was a blond woman outside, attractive and seemingly dressed more for the bedroom than the battlefield. But he could sense the power radiating from her, and she had a lightning bolt emblazoned across her chest and stomach. That, combined with the fact that Tony was clearly expecting her - he was opening the balcony door for her, after all - caused the thunder god to relax.
"Miss Marvel," Tony said as she stepped into the room, "always a pleasure." He looked back at the thunderer. "I figured I'd bring the newbie on board with us, she needs some time to work with us so we can build a better team dynamic. That's what they call it, right?"
Thor shrugged, and drained his martini at one go. "I would have called it 'learning to fight well together', but I suppose... what did you say? Build a better team dynamic? That would work as well."
"Sorry I'm late, Tony - my estimate of how long the flight would take was a little off. I don't do much inter-continental flying, you know..." Ms. Marvel explained with a casual shrug after she had been let in through the window. "Nice office."
"Hey, Thor," she said with a smile.
"You have the advantage of me, Miss Marvel," he said, returning the smile and clasping her hand in what he had learned was the current mortal form of greeting. He was pleased to see that she had the strong grip of a warrior. "But, as Tony has asked you to fight at his side, I am certain you are a valient and doughty warrior. It will be an honor to fight at your side."
"So... What's up - what we got, Tony?" She was, of course, asking what he had called them here for today.
The Iron Man's response was to address his machine servant. "Jarvis, let's being the official briefing now." A screen lowered from the ceiling as Tony's AI began to speak to them, "Very well sir. We'll begin by discussing the Ten Rings terrorist cell." The screen lit up and began to show images and video clips, including their initial kidnapping of Tony himself. Jarvis was speaking explaining what the mission was, pretty much exactly what Tony had been telling Thor.
When it was over, Thor nodded slowly. "I see. Yes. And do we know where these 'Ten Rings' are to be found?"
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Post by Carol Susan Jane Danvers on Jun 24, 2012 22:18:16 GMT -5
"You have the advantage of me, Miss Marvel," he said, returning the smile and clasping her hand in what he had learned was the current mortal form of greeting. He was pleased to see that she had the strong grip of a warrior. "But, as Tony has asked you to fight at his side, I am certain you are a valiant and doughty warrior. It will be an honor to fight at your side."
Ms. Marvel couldn't help but grin. She was quite certain that being with the Avengers was going to wind up being her favorite 'assignment', yet.
"And, it shall be an honor to fight at your side, as well," Ms. Marvel assured her Asgardian teammate.
She'd read everyone's file, courtesy of Fury, and she was familiar with everyone's codename and face. However, Thor was the only 'god' - or alien, depending on one's point of view. Because of this, she found him to be vastly intriguing…
AND, he was polite.
Ms. Marvel had a really good feeling about her new team.
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"Jarvis, let's being the official briefing now."
A screen lowered from the ceiling as Tony's AI began to speak to them, "Very well sir. We'll begin by discussing the Ten Rings terrorist cell." The screen lit up and began to show images and video clips, including their initial kidnapping of Tony himself. Jarvis was speaking explaining what the mission was, pretty much exactly what Tony had been telling Thor.
When it was over, Thor nodded slowly. "I see. Yes. And do we know where these 'Ten Rings' are to be found?"
“Yes – let’s take the fight to them and shut down their operation - for good!” Ms. Marvel said, her enthusiasm showing quite clearly. “And, by the way… Good work back there, Tony. Most civilians wouldn’t have stood a chance,” she added after having seen the video footage of his kidnapping.
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Post by Tony Stark on Jun 25, 2012 18:49:08 GMT -5
"I see. Yes. And do we know where these 'Ten Rings' are to be found?"
Iron Man nodded, "Of course I do, I didn't come unprepared." Tony cleared his throat as he held out his hands and brought out a 3D map. For Thor, who probably knew little about Earth's geography, Stark continued to explain, "This is Iran, the country where the Ten Rings are currently hiding out. Foreign ties to them aren't very strong, so make sure you stay within the zone mapped out here. I've had a friend of mine in the military keep things quiet. Let's try not to make him too angry?"
"Good work back there, Tony. Most civilians wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
Sniffing and making a face that screamed the words, 'Duh' and 'Who do you think you're talking to?' Then he nodded a bit and said, "I just did what any other genius playboy weapons maker would have done at the time. Not really a big deal." That was Stark in a nutshell, sarcasm personified. He didn't take it easy on anyone, not Ms. Marvel, not Captain America, even the Hulk was subject to his wit.
With everything planned out, Tony smirked and said, "Last up, our ride. I whipped something up for the team to use. It's a prototype, but she flies." His eyes shifted to Ms. Marvel, "And we have a pilot on hand, amazing how that works, eh?" |
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Post by Thor Odinson on Jun 26, 2012 22:31:19 GMT -5
“Yes – let’s take the fight to them and shut down their operation - for good!” Ms. Marvel said, her enthusiasm showing quite clearly.
"Aye!" Thor roared in agreement, surging to his feet. "Call forth your armor, Tony, and let us gird for battle! Our righteous will strike with the fury of the storm, and when we have finished the bowels of the Nine Rings shall become water at the sound of the name Avenger!"
With that, the Thunderer stepped through the french doors and onto the helipad, leaving Iron Man and Miss Marvel to discuss Tony's mighty victory over his captors, smiling as he did. Let Tony indulge in false modesty if he wished; it was his way.
In a single motion he removed the amulet that hung about his neck, raised it aloft, and dropped to one knee while smashing his fist into the ground. A titanic bolt of lightning struck him square on, and a clap of thunder struck the safety glass of the windows like a sledgehammer. When he rose, his crimson cloak whipped around him in the wind, and silver mail girded him beneath his reinforced black leather tunic and breeches. Clenched in his right hand, his hammer still smoked with the power of the transformation.
Tony smirked and said, "Last up, our ride. I whipped something up for the team to use. It's a prototype, but she flies." His eyes shifted to Ms. Marvel, "And we have a pilot on hand, amazing how that works, eh?"
Thor turned to look at the prototype jet. "Then let us make haste," he said, hefting Mjolnir, "for these skraelings have troubled thee long enough."
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Post by Carol Susan Jane Danvers on Jun 27, 2012 17:53:26 GMT -5
"Aye!" Thor roared in agreement, surging to his feet. "Call forth your armor, Tony, and let us gird for battle! Our righteous will strike with the fury of the storm, and when we have finished the bowels of the Nine Rings shall become water at the sound of the name Avenger!" With that, the Thunderer stepped through the french doors and onto the helipad.
“Uhh… Did he just suggest that our arrival is going to give them diarrhea?” Ms Marvel asked Tony in a sort of horrified, hushed tone and a wrinkle of her nose. “Gross…”
Tony smirked and said, "Last up, our ride. I whipped something up for the team to use. It's a prototype, but she flies." His eyes shifted to Ms. Marvel, "And we have a pilot on hand, amazing how that works, eh?"
Ms. Marvel followed Tony outside, and she crossed her arms and snorted at Tony’s comment. With a smirk, she commented, “Yeah… Uh, huh. But, you forgot to mention that you happened to have the best pilot handy. That part’s important: the Best.”
Carol never really did trouble herself about modesty. Why not brag a bit? She was awesome at flying. Period. It was her thing, just like she’d always dreamed.
Thor turned to look at the prototype jet. "Then let us make haste," he said, hefting Mjolnir, "for these skraelings have troubled thee long enough."
Ms. Marvel took one look at the prototype jet and then shot Tony an odd look. “What’s that” she asked, though not impertinently. “I’ve never seen one of these before…”
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Post by Tony Stark on Jun 27, 2012 21:33:20 GMT -5
"Aye!" Thor roared in agreement, surging to his feet. "Call forth your armor, Tony, and let us gird for battle! Our righteous will strike with the fury of the storm, and when we have finished the bowels of the Nine Rings shall become water at the sound of the name Avenger!" With that, the Thunderer stepped through the french doors and onto the helipad.
“Uhh… Did he just suggest that our arrival is going to give them diarrhea?” Ms Marvel asked Tony in a sort of horrified, hushed tone and a wrinkle of her nose. “Gross…”
Tony looked to Thor with an eyebrow raised as he made such a comment, then to Carol as she asked him to clarify what had just been said, "Do you really want me to answer that? Asgardians have an, interesting set of boundaries." He rubbed the back of his head before saying, "Right then, let's move. Oh, and Thor, it's the Ten Rings. The Nine Rings are, something else." He wasn't going to get into movie trivia today. Tony already struggled enough with that with Steve.
Now was time to show off the Quinnjet. Carol seemed ready to fly, which was good, because Tony had already loaded the Iron Man Mk VIII armor on board.
Thor turned to look at the prototype jet. "Then let us make haste," he said, hefting Mjolnir, "for these skraelings have troubled thee long enough."
Ms. Marvel took one look at the prototype jet and then shot Tony an odd look. “What’s that” she asked, though not impertinently. “I’ve never seen one of these before…”
Tony nodded and patted his Thunder Deity of a friend on the shoulder and said, "Go get comfortable, and those seat belts are necessary and mandatory, not optional." His eyes shifted to Carol as she questioned the make of the jet, "This is the prototype jet for the Avengers. It's kind of a work in progress. I don't have a name for it yet, but she flies, you're a pilot, so, shotgun." |
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Post by Thor Odinson on Jun 29, 2012 22:42:08 GMT -5
"Right then, let's move. Oh, and Thor," Tony added, "it's the Ten Rings. The Nine Rings are, something else."
"I did not speak in error, Iron Man," Thor said with just the touch of a smile. "When our wrath falls upon them, we will strike with such power that were Ten Rings were, only Nine shall remain."
With that, he left the room to summon the lightning.
Thor turned to look at the prototype jet. "Then let us make haste," he said, hefting Mjolnir, "for these skraelings have troubled thee long enough."
Ms. Marvel took one look at the prototype jet and then shot Tony an odd look. “What’s that” she asked, though not impertinently. “I’ve never seen one of these before…”
"That, I suspect, is one of Tony's technological masterworks. He says it shall fly, so fly it shall."
Tony nodded and patted his Thunder Deity of a friend on the shoulder and said, "Go get comfortable, and those seat belts are necessary and mandatory, not optional."
Thor turned his head, looking down at Iron Man. "Ah. You mean for me to ride within? I had planned to fly alongside, but I shall do as you ask."
His eyes shifted to Carol as she questioned the make of the jet, "This is the prototype jet for the Avengers. It's kind of a work in progress. I don't have a name for it yet, but she flies, you're a pilot, so, shotgun."
Meanwhile, Thor was examining the five-point harnesses with some curiousity. "And how do I wear these?"
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Post by Carol Susan Jane Danvers on Jul 18, 2012 14:27:50 GMT -5
Tony nodded and patted his Thunder Deity of a friend on the shoulder and said, "Go get comfortable, and those seat belts are necessary and mandatory, not optional." His eyes shifted to Carol as she questioned the make of the jet, "This is the prototype jet for the Avengers. It's kind of a work in progress. I don't have a name for it yet, but she flies, you're a pilot, so, shotgun."
Ms. Marvel grinned. “Awesome!” she exclaimed as she hurried over to the sleek, compact jet and made her way into the cockpit and secured herself into the harness – even though she technically didn’t need to wear it, being nearly invulnerable, and all… and neither did Thor. But, they were Avengers, and Carol thought that they ought to set some sort of example – it was the sort of thing that Heroes did.
Meanwhile, Thor was examining the five-point harnesses with some curiosity. "And how do I wear these?"
Ms. Marvel glanced back at the Thunder God and said, “It works almost the same way that the safety harnesses do on roller coasters – haven’t you been to an amusement park yet, Thor? They’re terribly fun – even for superheroes…”
“Just settle on in and get comfortable, and then bring the thing down over your head… and click the buckles together – Tony, would you mind helping him out with that while I get us prepped for takeoff?” Ms. Marvel asked as she ran through he familiar procedure on the unfamiliar aircraft.
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