Consider yourself...at home?

[taseyousupernanny]

Who| Phil Coulson, Tony Stark and whoever is in the District 12 suite.
What| The powers that be shove him in the suite like a cat that's trying to flee and shuts the door behind him. Woo?
Where| District 12 suite
When| Just after his arrival.
Warnings/Notes| None really, does Tony need to be warned for? He should be.

Well, wasn't this fun, Phil thought as he was 'escorted' by the powers that be to what he assumed was his accommodation.

"As a Tribute for District Twelve, you are entitled to the use of these rooms." The bald guy with pink died skin droned. All Phil could think of was that he looked like he'd been dunked in a vat of Pepto-Bismol.

They reached the rooms, which, had the door been kicked in? It looked like it. Whatever else he'd have seen was interrupted when the 'escorts' essentially pushed him into the room and quickly shut the door behind him.

This was a strange strange place he'd ended up in.

Comments

District 12 and Marvel cast represent!

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was in a surprisingly good mood despite lounging in the ruins of the District 12 suite. She the place looked like the bar fight to end all bar fights had just happened, or some kind of bomb. But it felt more like home to her then the posh furniture ever had.

Perched on her favorite armchair which now had some fresh rips in it from whatever had happened Sandy had a glass of her favorite drink she had titled "Snozzberry juice" and her attention was drawn to the stranger in the door.

She hasn't met many of her flat mates, partially out of paranoia, partially because few wanted to hang around long. So she said nothing and waited to see if he'd notice the scrawny young girl in the oversized chair.

Whut whut!

[taseyousupernanny]

Oh, he'd made her as soon as he'd been pushed into the room. Phil was just going to ignore her and see what happened.

He kept an eye on her discreetly as he almost sauntered around the room. Hmm, at least one full blown scuffle here, and there, blood spatter covered up haphazardly by an empty curio cabinet.

What the hell had gone on in here?

[justoutrunyou]

This guy seemed to be handling everything rather calmly. She sipped her drink trying to judge him based on the men she'd met. He reminded her of a school principal she'd had back home. Confident, walked like he had a ruler in his pants.

When the silence became too long and drawn out for her to stand with as much sugar in her body as the snozzberry juice could put in her she spoke up cautiously. "There's free food over there." She nodded towards the kitchenette where plates of snacks sat fresh and tempting.

[peacekeeperavox]

The broken glass had all been cleaned up before the tributes had been allowed back, but there was still plenty of work to do it. District Twelve's two assigned Avoxes were both in evidence, the matched pair of red-heads industriously working to restore the pristine decor. Any other Capitol building might have had a half dozen cleaning robots, but human servants were a luxury, and here in the Training Center, the tributes were given every luxury. Darius was on hands and knees when the new tribute was shown in, scrubbing the marks of peacekeeper boots off of the black marble floor.

[taseyousupernanny]

If there was one thing you learned as a spy/agent/manipulator is was that sometimes the lowliest of the low gave you the best intel. The guy scrubbing the floor probably fit that paradigm to a tee. Maybe he's be able to get SOMETHING useful out of him that wasn't drenched in propaganda.

He crouched down next to where Darius was working, "So, what happened here anyway?"

[peacekeeperavox]

Unfortunately, the powers that be here have thought of that. Darius gave the tribute a nervous, sideways glance, and sat back on his knees, drying his wet hands on his knees before he pointed up at the scorch marks that radiated out from the boarded-up skylights.

AGENT!? 0.0

[nightlightheart]

It's such a "normal" thing right now for people to come in and out, Tony hardly gave it a second thought at first.

It doesn't help that the odd abundance of familiar faces have been cropping up that Tony literally turned, looked straight at him, blinked and crinkled his nose in contemplation before his brain caught the glitch.

Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

What the hell was he doing here?

Was it bad that perhaps, whatever the answer was... Tony might secretly be glad that he was, anyway?

What comes out of his mouth is, per usual, the utmost of eloquence, "Agsheasrg! C- Coulson?!"

...Stark >.<

[taseyousupernanny]

And Stark was involved in this cluster, figures.

Secretly he was sort of relieved, if anyone could figure this out. It would be Stark. Asshole probably knew it too. It was always good to have people you could trust in these sorts of situations. Stark might be an ass, but he's a trustworthy ass.

"Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated?" Was what came out of his mouth. He might as well fall back on the classics.

[nightlightheart]

There are days when Tony feels old. Like he doesn't quite have the energy to get off the couch and deal with things any more. But he's standing quicker than he gives himself credit for actually being.

Then again, Tony is actually a lot stronger in aspects he doesn't quite himself realize.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it," its as true as it is simple. Tony is glad to hear that news. It is also true that no one has ever accused him of being overbearingly sentimental.

His eyes do a quick scan of the room, trying to put the puzzle together; estimating the requirements of the missing pieces. "Yo-wha-how-you... you just got here?"

Its the only thing that makes any sense.

[taseyousupernanny]

Phil always made an effort to know his targets, which was what Stark had been before becoming a reluctant colleague. That sort of honest sentiment meant quite a bit from the likes of Stark. What he'd just seen right there was paramount to a squealing bear hug from the man.

He snorted, "Yep, fresh off the boat, checked for lice and everything. Got the spiel about how I should be honored too. Do they really believe that shit?"

Phil looked Stark up and down. Well, he looked healthy and alive, or about as healthy as Stark ever looked. That boded well.

[nightlightheart]

"Depends on who you ask I think. But generally, yes. City is full of grade A wack-jobs." Tony shrugs.

"So they really put you up here?" he contemplates for a moment, poking him just to be sure they haven't slipped something into his drink. Its not something he'd put past them. He's had their special chocolates after all.

Seems real enough though, so he's going to operate under the assumption that it is. He can't help but wonder though...Do they know that he and Coulson know one another? Would they do anything if they found out?

[taseyousupernanny]

"Oh, joy," he said, sarcasm just dripping from every syllable. "And they probably put me with you for the entertainment value. Frau Blucher knew that we already know each other before I'd even started talking."