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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]

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.