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

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."