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I'm deeply sorry, but it seems Mr. Stark would like me to inform you that he does indeed have a name, and it is not "Jerk." He also wishes me to repeat a few choice remarks he believes are clever.

He is, however, quite alright and unharmed, and the repaired armor appears to be holding up as expected.

[Tony are you using your robot butler to talk to the robot.]

Hey, he answered to it, didn't he? Or you did.

[Which says a lot, really. Tony have you been called one before?]

Well good. I've got orders to get everyone important to safety and he's...somewhere in that category.

[Yes he is shut up]

[if an AI could sigh, that's what you'd hear right now] Mr. Stark would have you believe it was "context.

[And now Tony is taking over because ROBOTS ARE BEING MEAN TO HIM OKAY]

Look, I don't know what lies the Super Rogers Bros have been feeding you, but rumors of me being a jerk are greatly exaggerated. I just spent like a month fixing Barnes's arm. And I'm important, thanks for the confidence booster.

[Despite the sarcasm, a smile forms.]

There you are. And don't worry, got that from my own observation, jerk.

...

So you're safe?

[Tony looks almost surprised for a very brief moment, either because wtf he thought only Steve and Bucky had a robomom?? or because Chromia lured him out which is so not cool okay. Maybe both. ~~Probably both.~~ Regardless, it's soon gone and replaced by a flat expression and a shrug.]

For a certain value of safe, given the potentially, ah, homicidal assassin living with me. The usual. [He does look much less soggy than Bucky or Steve, but that's definitely because he has an airtight suit of armor and not because he has a slight phobia of large bodies of water. ~~He had a house fall on him and almost drowned, okay, he has an excuse.~~]

And since I kind of unofficially volunteered, I guess I should ask how the water's treating you. Because apparently I'm the robot guy now.

[You've always had a robomom, Tony, Bucky just needs more momma birding and Steve is the golden child. ]

Consider yourself lucky, no one's going to break in with that for a roommate.

[There's a slight quirk of her mouth, though, as she pries open a door to look for anyone trapped.]

Ngh. I've got water in places you don't even want to know, and if you did, I wouldn't even tell you. Other than that? Just fine.

...

And Robot guy? Where was I when that vote was cast?

[So what you're saying is Tony is the grumpy middle child.]

Fair point. Who needs a guard dog, right?

[Tony shrugs and peers at the image Chromia's sending him, just to... make sure... he can't help or something?? Because there's so much in this situation that he can do and a big robot can't. Obviously. ~~It makes him feel like he's doing something useful okay.~~]

Your, ah, buddy. [and there's just enough of a pause where Tony is considering what word to use for Ironhide SINCE HE DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE BIG ASSUMPTIONS BUT UH] Said your medic was gone, so since I'm a genius and all-around nice guy, I offered. You know, for. Emergencies. Thus--robot guy.

[You are, Tony, and despite what she'll say otherwise, she cares about you very much.]

[But they seem to be on the same wavelength (no one tell them) as she notices her shoulders providing..a most difficult time getting in.]

Dammit...There's supplies in here--

Ah, so you're our new medic? Can't say I'm anything but relieved now.

[And for once, no sarcasm on that last bit!]

You're not busy, are you?

[D'aww, thanks, robomom. Grumpy middle child will never say so, but he appreciates it.]

Aah, yep. New medic. It's great. Should be fun. [Yeah, little distracted by... giant robot... trying to fit in person door. Seriously, how do these guys exist day to day in the apartments? Did they enlarge all the doors or just wiggle through them? Tony isn't sure which is more likely tbh...]

[Oh wait she's asking a question. Tony leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. He spins a little one way to look at all of the zero things that appear to be going on in his apartment, and then does the same in the other direction. Yep, that's your answer.]

Need something?

As long as no one gets touchy we're good.

[It wouldn't be NEARLY as bad if not for wheels and wings let her tell you. And to answer that question, Chromia improvised.]

Bucky wants blankets and supplies, and...getting into rooms physically isn't exactly my forte.

And I seem like a "touchy" guy to you.

[Really, Chromia. Really.]

[Tony scowls when she explains what she needs, because mooom that sounds like the most boring lame thing ever and Bucky always gets what he wants and it's not fair.]

I thought you were going to ask me something cool. Not... errands. Barnes's errands. You do know manual labor is more his skillset, right?

[BUT I MEAN HE'S A SUPERHERO so he guesses he'll do the right thing or whatever gawd. But he's going to roll his eyes about it.]

Whatever, fine. What building and am I gonna need my armor.

You seem like a guy who touches before he knows he's allowed, yes.

[You're rich, Tony, it's okay. We're all friends.

And don't you get all whiny with her Bucky's just being helpful and you should be supportive of your brother okay!!]

Building four, and yes, unless you like you swim.

Touché.

[He doesn't wanna be supportive of Bucky, he's so lame! You wouldn't understand!]

Hey, fancy that, I live in Building four. What floor.

...You're in building four? Well, I'm on the first, tearing open every door I can to get supplies.

So if you want to head down...

[TONYYYYY TIME FOR BREAKFAST GET DRESSED AND GET DOWN HERE.]

[WHATEVER, MOM, HE'LL COME TO BREAKFAST WHEN HE WANTS TO GAWD]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Give me a second, I've had to do some last minute, ah, modifications. [Due to having a few microcomputer controller implants ripped out of his arm recently.]

[like 10-15 minutes later idk ACTION!!]

[Here's Tony, crashing through a window into a three-point landing because those are so cool alright.]

What've we got?

[YOUR PANCAKES ARE GETTING COLD.]

[But when Tony bursts onto the scene, she looks at him, and then at the window, stopping to give a minor golf clap.

And then tossing two blankets at him.]

Think fast!

[MAYBE HE DIDN'T EVEN WANT PANCAKES. MAYBE HE WANTED FRENCH TOAST.]

[Tony manages to catch the blankets, and for the record the Iron Man armor looks pretty silly holding a pile of blanket. He flips up the faceplate to raise his eyebrows at Chromia.]

Still not seeing why you needed me for this.

[ARE YOU FRENCH THEN NO FRENCH TOAST APPROPRIATION.]

[She slightly smirks at the sight, but...then again, a giant robot bike holding blankets isn't exactly winning any serious awards either.]

What did Nautica call it?....

Bonding.

[HE SPEAKS FRENCH DOES THAT COUNT]

Bonding.

[Can you feel how dubious he is, Chromia. Can you.]

[Okay fine but only because she doesn't even know what French is.]

That's right. Togetherness. All that mushy stuff they try and push in this world.

[Score!!]

Yeah. I know.

What do you think I've been avoiding? And successfully, I might add.

Avoiding? I thought that was the whole rule to living here.

[Not that she's complaining with what she gets with Robo-dad, but--]

[She picks up a few packs of...well, whatever she can find in the cupboard, turning to him.]

How'd you work around it?

Creatively. [He uses super soldiers as armrests/furniture a lot. And then gets bitchy when other people get in his space. Also doing maintenance on Bucky's arm counts...?]

[Apparently resigned to helping ~~gawd mom so uncool~~ Tony adjusts the blankets to hold them under one arm so he can use the other to repulsor blast a door out of its frame. Why? Because it looked cool, damn it.]

I'm not really a "huggy" kind of guy. In general. There's one exception, but doesn't apply here.

[Tony you're like that kid who gets by in class by doing the minimum possible work.

~~helping is good for you son~~]

I'm the same way. No really into hugs myself...with an exception.

[What can she say? Ironhide's a good hugger.]

But who can resist with that charming personality of yours.

I'm fine. [Steve looks okay, even if he's a bit wet and tired. He's been trying to make sure that everyone is okay.]

You've been holding up? [Chromia seems fine, but he wants to ask anyway.]

[If there's one thing about you, Steve, it's that you aren't good at masking your expressions. But she won't comment on them, one soldier to another.]

I've got water in places where water shouldn't be, but other than that...

Peachy.

[She definitely doesn't sound peachy, but he gets it. So, he smiles a little before looking serious.]

This area is mostly cleared. Just making sure that all rooms are scouted, don't wanna leave anyone behind. How's your end?

Pretty much the same goes here. Prying open whatever's closed n' seeing if anyone's trapped.

[But she heaves out a sigh of relief, glade he's not only okay but on the move.]

How's Bucky?

[Oh my god robomom can you not.]

I'm fine.

[How many times does he have to say this?? He's drenched, but so is everyone else, so he's no worse off than any of them. He gives the camera a look, both to dare Steve to argue otherwise and get Chromia to back off about it.]

[Gosh, does his best friend stalk all the network conversations-- well, he probably does. In fact, Steve knows he does.]

He's scowling and glaring at us. [He smiles a little, now more comfortable teasing him again.] So, he's fine.

[BUCKY YOUR ROBOMOM WORRIES OKAY.]

Well, that's a relief then. Not that I doubted him, he's probably more capable than half the people in the city.

[And when she sees that glare from Bucky, she gives one back, lower lip jutted out. Do you really want to stare off with your motorcycle, Buck?]

[Despite them agreeing with him he doesn't find his exasperation has lessened any. His eyelids lower slightly as he pushes some soggy hair out of his eyes, but he looks away. No he does not want a stare off. He'll have to corner Steve with a What's that supposed to mean? later. For now...]

When you're done searching, look for dry supplies and bring them to the tram station. There are people who need blankets and clothes.

[Right back into business mode, because everyone else is taking the situation seriously and he supposes he should as well.]

A little water won't stop him. [Steve agrees with her with a small smile, but he becomes a little more serious when they start talking about the 'mission' again.]

Will do. [He planned on doing so anyway.] Shouldn't take that much longer to check the rest of this area.

You got it. [It's not like Bucky was wrong. Cybertronians don't need clothes, so for her, that's a reminder.]

I'll finish up this building and we'll rendezvous, sound like a plan?

Ironhide's around here somewhere, I'll pass the note.

Good. I'll be here.

[Or nearby, at least. And it's not like he wouldn't be able to see Chromia coming anyway.

For now, he'll bow out of the conversation and let them do their thing. He has some work to do himself.]

It's a plan to me.

[With Chromia and Ironhide out to help as well, he's feeling confident that everyone will be fine. More ground covered and all that.]

I can fly, so it wasn't too much of a problem for Krok and me!

If you need some airlifting, I can pretty much do that?

Good! Ironhide was worried. [And by default, her, but she's not going to say that UGHHHHH.]

If you've gotten yourselves tucked away, I could use some backup. I'm checking these rooms for any and all trapped persons.

[Heaven forbid she admits to being worried!]

Sure thing, I'll be over real quick! Where are you?

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[See FINALLY someone understands.]

Building 4! I'm getting as much supplies as I can! I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, so I'm just grabbing whatever!

Okay!

[Spinister arrives in a few minutes. There's the sound of a window breaking and some cursing from somewhere within the building.

At least he manages to open the door okay.]

Chromia?

[And as if on cue, Chromia slides (is washed) out of a room, scrambling to get back to her feet.]

Hey.

Looks like you made it.

I haven't seen a flood like this since that time Turboburn accidentally blew up an underwater base!

[Possibly why he doesn't seem to be too bothered about being knee deep in water.]

What kind of name is Turboburn? Man, Cybertronians really started running out of ideas.

[But she waves him over, towards the next door.]

Try not to slip up.

All the good names are taken! I met a guy once who just gave up and called himself 'Cog' and no really made fun of him for it because we've basically come to accept terrible names.

[Spinister follows her, water sloshing around his shin plates.]

I dunno, I think it's going to be hard not to slip in this. Everything is pretty wet and the flooring material isn't made to be grippy under water?

There's tons of better names! Afterburner!

[Oh Chromia, you sweet summer child.]

And use your weight. And get ready to fly in case this gets a little too wet.

I know like, ten Afterburners though.

[Mind you, at least eight were dead, but that was besides the point.]

We're gonna be okay even if we were completely covered in water. Just remember to shut your vents and keep an eye out for overheating warnings!

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