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a marvel/dc roleplay
Twenty-Nine Minute Guarantee (Tony!)
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Oct 2, 2012 22:19:46 GMT -5
hope dangles on a string, trace the moment fall forever Vindicated - - - - - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Peter was running late. It was his last straw at Joe's Pizza, where the guarantee was if your order wasn't delivered in twenty-nine minutes or less, then your pizza was free. His boss Mr. Aziz had made it very clear that if Peter did not deliver this pizza on time, he was fired.
He had made it to Stark Tower with seven-and-a-half minutes left to spare, probably plenty of time to scale up the building in the elevator and deliver the pizza. Peter didn't even check the name on the bill. He figured it was just some pencil pushers over on the forth floor who had ordered a large extra-cheesy pizza. Never did he think he would be delivering a pizza to Tony Stark.
Just outside the doors of the tower he caught the reflection of a pair of women turning the corner into an alleyway and a very suspicious looking man following them. Dammit! Peter cursed as his Spidey-senses confirmed that those women were getting robbed. He ducked inside an open mail truck, shut the door and changed inside, coming out almost as quickly as he had entered, not a single New Yorker spotting him. Peter left his clothes and the pizza inside the UPS truck and shot a webline in the direction of the alleyway.
"Hand over your bags and nobody gets hurt, ladies!" the man held a knife to the two frightened women, probably around Gwen's mother's age who clutched each other, too paralyzed with fear to scream. "Huh?" the mugger felt a tap on his shoulder.
"How about this for hurt, you dirtbag!" Peter had repelled down upside-down to face the man directly. As soon as the mugger had turned his head to face him, Spider-Man clocked him straight in his ugly mug, tying him up with webbing to leave him for the cops to pick up. "What're your names?" he could sense that they were shocked, so Peter spoke to them gently. They answered him, still dissociated from the present.
"Well, Marion, Addie, are you okay?" he asked sincerely, lightly resting his hands on their shoulders. They nodded slowly, apologizing. "It's alright now... Uh, listen that guys a scumbag, no need to-" his attention was quickly darted away when he heard the UPS truck roaring in the other direction. "Shit!" he cursed, realizing that not only was he about to lose the order, but he was running out of time as well. "I've gotta run! The mail man stole my pizzas!" he gave the women a quick mock-salute and sprinted after the mail truck. Spidey stuck to the back of the truck for about two blocks before hopping inside once it had veered behind a large U-Haul moving truck. At the next stop light, Peter Parker reemerged carrying the pizza in tow.
Again, he met the front doors of Stark Tower, taking a quick glance upward before heading inside. He wondered if Tony Stark was working on something incredible upstairs. Spider-Man had gotten to meet the man, but Peter had not. Peter Parker was just an ordinary person after all, albeit a late one.
"Joe's Pizza? Yes, right through here please." The secretary at the front desk (with a nasally voice, Pete observed) ushered him into a elevator. Peter quirked a brow; this lift was apart from the others, and he hadn't expected that he would have to deliver the pizza in person. Usually the other companies had him drop it off at the front desk and that was that.
Once inside he heard an automated voice requesting for him to select his music station. Peter hesitantly reached forward to the holographic screen, accidentally selecting a Taylor Swift song.
"We are never ever ever ever getting back together! OoooOohoohoohoo!" he bopped his head along to the music, singing aloud to the music in the elevator. He actually heard this song performed live not to long ago, and began to dance Taylor's routine on stage with an imaginary microphone. When the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened, Peter had his back turned away from the door, shaking his hips and practically skipping in place, not realizing he had arrived on the top floor.
He sang along with the song, substituting the lyrics and toting the pizza around with his dance, "Piizzza! Pizza, Pizza! Cheesycheesy Pizzaaa!"
_______Tag: Tony, Jarvis | Words: 722 | Lyrics: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional | Outfit: + Joe's Pizza hat, which yes, is totally shaped like a pizza. | Notes: Music. <3 Peter is a dork. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Oct 17, 2012 11:44:03 GMT -5
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]
"Where is that pizza?" Tony grumbled to himself as he poured himself another glass of Scotch. He had been working on his new flight stabilizers all day and was covered from head to toe in grease. Even the glass he'd been drinking Scotch out of was greasy. But now he was hunched over a set of schematics on his counter that he'd been going over again and again and again. The images were practically burned into his mind like a TV that'd been on for too long.
But still, he couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with it. Somewhere along the lines his equation had been screwed up, but he couldn't figure out where. He'd spent the better part of the day fixing up the physical screw-up that had come from his mathematical one (the new stabilizers ended up throwing him into his ceiling, which was also why there were now scratches on his face and tears in his shirt). The propulsion was off, but Tony could have sworn that everything checked out just fine the previous night.
Of course... he'd also been drunk the previous night, so it was quite possible that his math hadn't been the best. Regardless, that mistake nearly gave him a concussion today, so he had to fix it. He just couldn't figure out which part was wrong.
Frustrated, Tony slammed his glass down and stomped away from the counter where the diagrams and blue prints were sprawled out, wet rings on them from where Tony'd set his glass, and oil splotches and grease smeared across them.
The Man of Iron himself was just about to walk into the back to take a shower when he heard the "ding" of his private elevator. The pizza was here. Thank God.
Tony turned back around to walk up to the elevator, but stopped in his tracks when he saw who was standing there. Some dork in a pizza-shaped hat wiggling his butt to the tune of a Taylor Swift song.
Suddenly Tony was rethinking the satellite radio idea.
Tony Stark took a few steps toward the boy, confused and a little disturbed, and crossed his arms. "Nice dance moves, Jackson," he said with a smirk, his voice loud enough to cut over the music. "Mute." The radio did as it was told and the sound cut out.
Tony let the boy finish up what he was doing and realize what was going on before he said anything else. With an entertained grin, Tony sighed, saying, "You're late."
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Nov 14, 2012 10:32:22 GMT -5
hope dangles on a string, trace the moment fall forever Vindicated - - - - - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Peter could have sworn he heard the rip of a record when Tony spoke. Or breaking glass. Probably both. He squeaked, horribly embarrassed.
Oh... God.. did he just.. and he saw.. and oh God. Oh God........well, shit.
Somewhere between Stark red and panic, Peter stood straight as an arrow, trying to compensate for that jiggly dancey image he had just painted for Tony Stark. The sudden cease of movement caused the oversized pizza hat to fall over his eyes. So much for dignity.. If he was in his Spidey suit right now, he probably would have had a quip ready for this moment. Something along the lines of 'I've got the moves like Jagger!' or something like that, but right now? As Peter in a silly pizza hat who had just futterwackened vigorously to Taylor Swift? He had nothing. Especially since Stark probably had this recorded already in his security cameras. Peter Parker on America's funniest home videos as the Dancing Pizza Guy. That was sure one way to get himself a job when his future employers googled his name.
"...Nice elevator." he managed to stay, but then realized what Tony had just said and slumped. He looked at the clock, but Peter had thirty seconds to spare! (unless his watch was wrong. Given his Parker luck, that was probably the case). He was silent unsure how to proceed. He couldn't miss this pizza delivery. This was his last of all of the numerous second chances Mr. Aziz had given him, his last life line for this job, and Peter had to pay rent. He was overdue for his rent actually.
"Large Cheesy Cheese pizza... with extra cheese... did I get that right? Mr. Iron Stark.. Tony Man..Sir..." he slowly undid the latches that helped keep the boxes together when he was driving around on his bike.Tony Stark certainly wasn't holding back on his cholesterol...
_______Tag: Tony, Jarvis | Words: 308 | Lyrics: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional | Outfit: + Joe's Pizza hat, which yes, is totally shaped like a pizza. | Notes: Peter: ABORT ABORT. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Nov 26, 2012 0:44:27 GMT -5
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]
"Large Cheesy Cheese pizza... with extra cheese... did I get that right? Mr. Iron Stark.. Tony Man..Sir..."
Tony let the grin dance on his face for a moment as he stood there with arms crossed. Aww, poor kid. Starstruck. It happened to everyone; a late, pizza-delivering, average teenager wouldn't be any different.
"That's me, Rocket Science," he picked on Peter's stutter teasingly as he reached out to take the pizza box. Smiling, and stomach growling, he popped open the lid... and promptly frowned. The thing looked like it had gone through a cyclone. Half of the cheese was stuck to the lid of the box, pieces were flipped on top of the rest of the pizza, and the jalapenos off to the side were no longer off to the side.
Tony shut the lid, narrowing his eyes with an incredulous look at the awkward, gangly boy standing in front of him. "So... you're not very good at this pizza delivery thing, are you, Dominoes?" He chuckled regardless and moved to the counter where his equation was, giving the piece of paper a nasty look. He tossed the box onto the counter.
Tony turned back around, leaning back against the counter, and eyed the boy again. "So what's your name, Slick? You know I gotta report you." In reality, Tony wasn't going to report him. Even if he cared enough to do that, he didn't want the kid losing his job. He was too... well, vulnerable for that. If the elevator dancing was any indication at how dorky this kid was... God help him in the working world.
But Tony did want a name. If nothing more than to satiate his own curiosity.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Dec 18, 2012 16:58:52 GMT -5
hope dangles on a string, trace the moment fall forever Vindicated - - - - - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Peter would have made some objection to that. That he was a FINE pizza boy, thank you very much- but then he would lying miserably. Even HE would have fired himself by now.
He couldn't bare to watch as Tony slowly opened the lid (but he did steal a peak at the man's expression and he could already surmise the condition of the pizza judging from the look Tony gave him). Dammit. He cursed inwardly, but reminded himself that one botched cheese pizza was the price for two women's peace of mind and safety and felt thoroughly justified. If only he could use that excuse. "It's... still.. edible?" Pete tried. his posture practically sang out defeatism, but he still managed a goofy smile.
He cringed at the word 'report' but understood that he was responsible for this whole mess, not Tony. If he made a mistake, he had to own up to it. The only thing that crossed his mind right now was how he was going to pay his bills. Peter said nothing and eyed the equation on the counter, following Tony's. If he was going to get fired today at least he could spend a few moments at Stark HQ, live the dream per-say. He smirked, though for a moment he didn't say why- like a kid who knew a secret that no one else knew.
"I'm Peter Parker," he began, "And this is a mess." Though he could perfectly read the numbers on the page from across the room, he stepped closer, looked down at the sheet of paper, and pushed up his glasses.
_______Tag: Tony, Jarvis | Words: 267 | Lyrics: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional | Outfit: + Joe's Pizza hat, which yes, is totally shaped like a pizza. | Notes: Peter: I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW NANANANA TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Dec 18, 2012 17:34:23 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Peter Parker, huh? He recognized that name. Well, the Parker part anyway. Something about someone disappearing, he thought. Tony'd read the newspaper article so long ago that he couldn't remember what it had said by now. But it could have been about different Parkers, regardless.
He eyed the nerdy-looking young man and was about to respond when Peter interrupted him.
"And this is a mess."
Tony's eyebrows raised, confused about what Peter might be talking about, and glanced around the room. Pepper had just cleaned! But then he saw the boy stride over to the counter like he knew exactly what he was doing and stared at Tony's paperwork.
Suspicious and curious at the same time, the Man of Iron followed him over slowly and glanced over his shoulder. Yeah, it was a mess. Scribbles and eraser markings and attempted-to-erase-pen markings and coffee stains and booze stains and grease.... You could barely read what he'd written at all, but how would this kid know anything about it?
"A mess?" Tony repeated, eyeing him strangely, one eyebrow arched while the other was lowered. He couldn't be talking about Tony's actual equation, could he? "What, you know anything about propulsion theory? I can't figure out why my equation isn't working out." He blew up his bangs in frustration and swiped his glass of Scotch from the counter to take a swig again.
Some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change |
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Jan 6, 2013 17:14:39 GMT -5
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“I know enough about propulsion theory to know your equations wrong. Well, not wrong-wrong, just… missing, missing..” At the tail end of his sentence, Peter’s voice drew into a mumble and began scribbling rapidly. After a few short moments he straightened, clicking his pen. “If you wanna get your best bang for your buck, you need that.” Peter gestured to the exponent he’d added as well as a few lines of his won to balance the equation.
“Is this for the Iron Man suit?” he asked curiously, though it didn’t take spider senses to realize all signs pointed to yes. “So, yeah.” He adjusted the pizza hat on his head and rocked back on his heels. There was still the issue of payment that he wasn’t sure how to bring up. Peter scratched the opposite side of his neck with his right hand. “At Joe’s pizza, we deliver. Heh. I’ve got another delivery, so. Erm. Enjoy the food and I hope the thrusters work out better this time.”
☢ Tag: Tony! • Words: 200ish • Outfit: suit • Notes: In which Peter makes bad math puns. [/style]
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jan 24, 2013 0:03:25 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony crossed his arms and tilted his head at Peter's joke. Okay, so he was no Jerry Seinfeld. Tony hoped the kid wasn't planning on a career in stand-up comedy. Don't quit your day job....
He watched Peter curiously as the boy looked over the paper, turning it and tilting it, squinting his eyes and wrinkling his nose. What was he trying to do? Tony's handwriting couldn't be that bad! Maybe he was just fooling around. Well. Tony didn't have time for any more jokes. He sighed, and unfolded his arms. He reached out, about to take away the paper when Peter pointed to a section of his equation and spoke.
“I know enough about propulsion theory to know your equation's wrong. Well, not wrong-wrong, just… missing, missing..” Parker trailed off and started scribbling. “If you wanna get your best bang for your buck, you need that.”
Tony paused. A strange look of curiosity, suspicion, and entertainment all mixed together was on his face. His brown eyes glanced down to the sheet, fully expecting some stupid drawing or rude message to be scrawled across it in payment for Tony's threat to end his job, but instead the Man of Iron saw blue pen marking out his red pen and the entire equation re-written.
He raised his eyebrows.
“Is this for the Iron Man suit?”
Tony looked up at the kid again, though this time his raised eyebrow and half-smirk gave Parker the answer he obviously already knew. Instead of replying, Tony snatched the paper off of the counter and held it up. His eyes followed the equation, all the way up to his mistake. Huh. So he'd forgotten his exponent. Welp, maybe the kid was right after all. Don't drink and derive.
He lowered the paper, narrowing his eyes suspiciously on Peter for a moment, then raised the paper up again. The formula was right. It was perfect. No more slamming into concrete walls... or the ceiling for Iron Man! But... how did... how could a kid know this? What was he, fourteen? Delivering pizzas for a living when he had that kind of brain? This was base-8 math and in-depth propulsion theory, here! It wasn't any Algebra II class he could take at a local college. Tony was pretty sure that even Harvard didn't teach this stuff.
"...I’ve got another delivery, so. Erm. Enjoy the food and I hope the thrusters work out better this time.”
Tony tuned back into what Parker was saying just in time to hear the end of his sentence. He tossed the paper back onto the counter and crossed his arms again. "No, you don't." Tony said, walking past Peter to swipe his phone off of the counter. He turned to face Parker and dialed the number to Joe's Pizza.
"Give me Joe. Yeah, that's right. No- I don't care about your specials." Stark rolled his eyes.
"Joe. Yeah, this is Stark. Yes, I know. Yes, I am very glad that your wife enjoyed the tour, too- yes... no, Joe. I've got a bone to pick with you." He was looking at Peter as he spoke. "I'm standing here with Peter Parker, your delivery kid. He got here late and the pizza's a mess."
There was shouting on the other end of the phone, but Tony's carefully placed emotionless mask hid the grin beneath it. "I agree. He is definitely not pizza-delivery material." He nodded. "Yes. He absolutely shouldn't be working for you anymore...... No, no need to refund anything but I will tell you that your next delivery is going to be late.... Why? Well because Parker doesn't work for you anymore as of right now. Yes, that's correct, Papa John. I want Dominoes here out of your business. Never to see it again. Pizza delivery just isn't where his talents lie."
There was a pause as Joe tried to figure out what Tony meant by that. Tony filled in the silence.
"That's right, Joe Schmo. Parker works for me now. Get yourself a new delivery guy." He closed the phone. Raising his chin and letting out a small sigh, he shrugged and motioned to Peter with his free hand. "Paid internship. I want you working for Stark Industries tomorrow. I could use you on my team. Work out the particulars with Pepper Potts. So." He paused again, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "What do you say, Einstein?"
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Jan 24, 2013 14:44:46 GMT -5
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He didn't know what to say as he watched in horror as Tony freaking Stark got him fired. Fired. Peter could only look down at his hands, tabulating how much he had left in his account to pay for rent and loans and groceries and-
There had to be something Peter could do to stop Tony. Some password or magic catchphrase to make his systems shut down-
"No..." Oh, there it was. Peter looked upon him incredulously. This was borderline blackmail. Plus, Spider-Man needed to be available at all times. Being crammed in one of Tony's labs? He couldn't keep those hours.
Then something on the screen caught his attention and interrupted his thoughts. Was that Tony and... "AUNT MAY!?" Peter gasped, eyes wide as he stared at Tony giving his practically mother-figure a lap dance, and thank God May was not having any of it. "What the- No! Thank you, but thank you, Mr. Stark. Enjoy your pizza, or don't, now if you excuse me, I have to go find a new job." Peter made a turn for the very same elevator he had entered, hammering away at the button to take him back down to earth where life made sense.
Dammit. Dramatic exits were always being ruined by elevators. Couldn't he just have this!? Just this one thing!?
Of course, there was that matter of Spidey's relationship with Iron Man, but he would have to worry about that nonsense later. This had to be the slowest, most awesome elevator ever because Peter felt like he was waiting ages for it. Jumping out the window was looking like a pretty good option right now.
☢ Tag: Tony! • Words: 269ish • Outfit: pizza hat • Notes: Peter is comfortable with being miserable, you'll have to excuse him. [/style]
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Feb 3, 2013 13:05:04 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Well, he had to admit, that little over-reaction hadn't been what Tony'd been expecting. A thank-you, maybe. A hug? Sure. Buckling knees and falling down to worship him? Well, maybe that was a stretch....
But. Did that kid just say no? To Tony Stark? Nobody said no to Tony Stark! Where did he get off?!
Tony's eyebrows furrowed and he glanced behind him... only to see the news story of how he gave a lap dance to that old lady. Wait. Aunt May? Oh shit. That was Peter's aunt?!
Not a good day....
"Kid, wait! Hold up!" Tony jogged to the elevator, grabbing it just as the doors were closing, and pushed them open again. "Pete, I don't think you understand what I'm offering you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Stark Industries is the number one Fortune 500 company right now." He didn't add that Wayne Industries was fighting for that title because... well, Peter didn't need to know that.
"You get all the perks of being an employee, only we schedule your work around school. Cuz... you know, that's important and stuff." He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. This was weird. He wasn't used to serious conversations like this, especially not with a kid.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 24, 2013 15:32:28 GMT -5
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On any other day Peter would have possibly accepted Tony's offer, but it was all too much for him to take in, and begrudgingly he refused to accept it. The superficial part of him could not accept or connect with the idea of his life actually getting better than is was. Peter was always used to it getting worse. And worse. (And worse.)
He was comfortable this way- ramen noodles for dinner, overdue bills, constantly disappointing people- yet it was all part of his rhythm. His symphony of suck. Without severe wake-up call he couldn't realize any of this. All he could do to summarize the feeling crawling in his stomach was reflected in the word No and hide behind the excuse of his aunt. His behavior was petty and self-destructive and he didn't even realize it.
☢ Tag: Tony the Tiger | Words: 280-ish | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: --- | Notes: I apologize again for Peter.[/style]
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