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[toughtalk]

 [Hi this is Chromia what is a private lock she ain't got time for that with places flooding and a boyfriend she's trying to impress. She's in her apartment, searching for any and all people who might be trapped and putting that axe to use.

Ironhide had said to look for Spinister and Krok too. So...she might as well be a team player.]

BUCKY. STEVE. UH..../JERK./

[That ones for you Tony.]

GIVE ME YOUR STATUS, ....STAT!

[And now that that's out of the way....]

Spinister and Krok...you guys need help getting to safety?

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[toughtalk]

[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.

[ironyman]

[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.

[toughtalk]

[Despite the sarcasm, a smile forms.]

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

...

So you're safe?

[ironyman]

[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.

[toughtalk]

[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?

[ironyman]

[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.

[toughtalk]

[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?

[ironyman]

[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?

[toughtalk]

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.

[ironyman]

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.

[toughtalk]

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.

[ironyman]

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.

[toughtalk]

...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.]

[ironyman]

[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?

[toughtalk]

[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!

[ironyman]

[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.

[toughtalk]

[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.

[ironyman]

[HE SPEAKS FRENCH DOES THAT COUNT]

Bonding.

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

[toughtalk]

[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.

[ironyman]

[Score!!]

Yeah. I know.

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

[toughtalk]

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?

[ironyman]

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.

[toughtalk]

[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.