paradisalogs | (no subject)

Who: Tony Stark and you!
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Tony Stark's mind
Rating: R

It's a cave. Walls of rough, solid rock. The only exit is covered by a thick iron door and locked. It seems to have been converted into a workshop of some sort, with dismantled missiles, large amounts of scrap iron, and several workbenches and tools all scattered about.

Tony Stark is there, too. He hasn't shaved in a while, looks like he's been beaten pretty badly, and has a car battery, of all things, connected to his chest. He looks pretty miserable, all things considered.

The reason becomes clear, too, because at least in his dream, the mercenary terrorists known as the Ten Rings are keeping armed members inside with him. Try concentrating on building anything when there are men armed with fully automatic, Stark-branded weaponry watching your every move. And most of them don't even speak English.

These guys are tough and, while they need Tony, they have no qualms about killing any other prisoners, even just to make a point. Watch yourself.

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[Kat's not sure how she got here, but her training kicks in like instinct; assessing the room and the guards with quiet efficiency, a slow pan of her head.]

[She's without armor, a rather large inconvenience when dealing with bullets, and although her augmentations give her increased speed that might give her enough of an advantage, with Tony Stark present and clearly not at Green status, she's not risking him getting caught in the crossfire she would have risked on herself.]

[But, if there's one thing she does well, it's concentrate with electronics under intense pressure. Being sure to keep her movements slow and non-threatening to the guards, she approaches Tony.]

You need a hand with that?

[Not to say she wouldn't take the opportunity if it presented itself, but she's not gaming for a fight until she's got a better advantage in the situation.]

[ It probably would have been a bad idea anyway, what with the locked door and armed guards outside as well.

If only they had, say, a suit of powered armor...

Tony glances over to his fellow prisoner, nodding a little. ]

You're only alive as long as you're useful to them, so helping out would probably be a good idea.

You know anything about disassembling missiles?

[Just a day in the life of, for Kat, but she's used to doing it in a few hundred pounds of state-of-the-art armor and enhancements. The last time she was unarmored for an objective, she was twelve.]

[She takes a seat and peers over the scraps gathered, poking bout with her robotic prosthesis.] Are you kidding? This is my bread and butter. [She seems to have no worries about being useful. ]

[ Tony nods, not questioning the fact that the prisoner seems to actually know what she's doing. ]

All right. I'm going to need some palladium. There should be a gram of it, powdered, in each of the missiles here. I'll need a gram and a half, so... two missiles.

[ The guards watch over them, but hey, they seem to be working, so it's just watching. No threats or aggression, for now. ]

[Kat nods and gets to work. She's efficient, falling into her own little world while she carefully pulls the missiles apart. Almost literally, as her augmentations and prosthesis make it possible to tear at the thinner metals. As she finishes gathering up the required amount, she casts another glance at the guards. She'd never been in a hostage situation and the longer she's aware of it, the more antsy she's getting. She's hoping that dismantling bombs will keep her distracted enough from doing anything stupid.]

Okay, what else?

[ Tony nodded at her work. Good, good. ]

Going to need the highest grade wiring we can get now. Scavenge what you can, I'll start making the chassis.

[ The guards are still watching them, making sure they're working. Making sure they don't act up.

Isn't it swell, being locked up by terrorists? ]

[Kat nods, getting up and then rifling through the scrap. She keeps glancing at the guards, making a mental note of each of them, trying to ascertain strengths and weaknesses.]

[Eventually she'll return with a the wire.]

[Instead of sitting, she leans over the table, conspiratorially close and keeping her back to the guards, speaking just a breadth above a whisper.]

What's the external security like, do you know?

[ Tony speaks quietly as he begins hammering on some hot metal. Time to make an arc reactor. Hopefully it's not too loud that she can't hear him - but it'd mean the guards can't, too. ]

Not really. Long complex of caves, one exit - that I saw. They walked me and Yinsen out. Had bags over our heads.

Outside, a lot of guys, a lot of weapons. Stark Industry weapons, so it's all top quality. Naturally.

...Wonder where they're keeping Yinsen now.

[Fortunately, the augmentations that Kat's endured allow her keener hearing, and she's quite able to pick up Stark above the din he's making. She keeps her voice conspiratorially low in reply.]

We'll find him. When you're ready, give me the word; I can take out these guys without any trouble.