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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 3, 2013 12:57:41 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Peter gave himself one week before he was fired. One. Whatever sparked the billionaire's interest would probably die out just as quickly and he'd be unemployed again, this time with a heavy blacklist to his name. The only reason he was coming here was because of the money. If it were up to Peter he would have graffiti'd all over Stark Tower... again. This time he'd use an extra-adhesive webbing, something that would leave the great Tony Stark's reeling for days on how to unstick it. He didn't care if it was vandalism. If Peter didn't respect Iron Man and the Avengers so much, he would have glued Tony to the ceiling of his office. He was that mad. Aunt May had told him not to worry about it, that this was a great opportunity and she had given 'that scallywag' a piece of her mind already. Peter wanted to punch him. He wanted to tell off that snobby, rich, bas-
Oh, man. This building was cool.
Spider-Man had collected a brown bag lunch from SHIELD Agent's Danii Washington's apartment. Yeah, he had a SHIELD agent making gourmet-quality meals every now and then- so what? In return, he had been helping sample her menu for a diner she was looking into making. He'd already gained a whole pound! The past month had been a dream.
Until now. Now sucked.
Peter entered the exact elevator that was supposed to take him to Tony Stark's Research and Development labs. The lady at the desk told her to have Peter meet him there, giving him a badge to wear so he would have access to those secure levels, along with a sticker that read "Hi, my name is: Dominoes." which would have been a really cool nickname if the circumstances had been different. Grumbling, Peter swiped his card and waited. Taylor Swift's "I Knew You Were Trouble" played on the system's radio.
She totally got him.
Peter crossed his arms and pushed up his glasses. Captain's log: This is my first day aboard the mothership and I've arrived early at 9:30am. All signs point to this being a very bad day.
Also, I have a bag lunch, and it has a Captain America shield drawn on it in crayon.
Must remind self to thank Danii later.
☢ Tag: Tony!| Words: 415 | Outfit: Parker hipster idgaf mode | Notes: Grumpycat!Peter[/style]
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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 Mar 5, 2013 18:30:49 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 Stark had cleared his entire day. Not that he had much to do anyway. Since Pepper had become CEO, most of Tony's duties just had to do with photo shoots and charity balls and golf trips with business people around the world. He didn't have meetings to attend everyday or employees to hound or important stock holders to speak with. But if he had had something like that to do today he would have cleared it. Because he was planning something special for this afternoon. The owner of Stark Industries was leaning nonchalantly against the silver-lined white wall of the hallway that led to the first level of the New York City division of Stark Industries' Research and Development laboratories. Despite his casual posture he was dressed to the 9's today in a sleek black suit, silver tie, and brand new pair of high-top sneakers (he hated wearing dress shoes). He was focused on the holopad he held in his hands, scrolling through the information for his newest intern. Peter Parker. Male. 24 years old. Attends Empire State- oh hey, wait. He's twenty-four? Huh. "Lives with his aunt, likes burgers, has sticky fingers..." He listed off. And no, Tony didn't mean that the kid was a thief. He meant that Parker had several reports on his permanent record of getting stuck to objects at school. Note to self: keep the super glue away from Dominoes.... He added mentally. "He got high honors in high school but his grades dropped in college?" Tony wrinkled his nose. "Why so lazy?" Because the kid was obviously smart enough to excel, so it had to be his work ethic. Well. That was going to have to change if he was going to be working for Stark. Because unlike every other genius employed by Stark Industries, Parker wasn't going to be working on the self-sustaining energy sources or the sound vibration technology or even the repulsor energy manipulation. No, Tony had something special in store for Parker. It required a mind that was able to think outside the box; someone that could question reality and challenge the laws of physics on a daily basis and wanted to. As the elevator doors dinged, Tony kicked off of the wall to stroll over. He pushed Peter back with his hand, joining the boy in the elevator with a "Whoa, whoa whoa. Where do you think you're going, Papa John?" Tony chuckled with a smile and closed the doors of the elevator. He shoved his hands back in his slacks pockets, filing the blank holopad under his arm, and spoke out to JARVIS: "Jarvis, take us to Sector 16 and give Parker the security clearance he'll need for it." He didn't even look at Parker, just smiled silently instead. The kid looked confused. Good. Let him wonder what was going on. "Right away, Sir," The A.I. replied dutifully from above. 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 Mar 30, 2013 11:12:30 GMT -5
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Captain’s log:
I’ve entered the habitat of one Tony Stark. He is a good mood. First order of business is to get him as miserable as-
OOH. Shiny holopad. Peter wanted one.
Peter (after he was done being distracted by the shiny) indeed did look confused. He was going to be working with Tony personally? This had to be some sort of joke, some kind of Stark sigma frat initiation, kind of hazing he was walking straight into. “The lady at the front desk told me the interns meet at- oh, OK.”
Seriously, Peter was confused.
“Are you going to tell me what sector 16 is or…? ” and am I ever going to come out of sector 16 he wondered idly, tucking the bag lunch under his arm and following Tony. Peter had worked with some of the greatest minds before to: Dr. Connors, Reed Richards, but never one eccentric as Tony Stark. Tony wasn’t just some geek holed up in his lab (no offense, Reed- though he still wished he could have used that on Peter’s resumé).
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Apr 9, 2013 11:33:45 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony couldn't stop grinning as he listened to Peter grumble to himself. Was the dumbass still upset about the pizza gig? Sheesh. He obviously didn't realize what opportunities Stark Industries had to offer. Or what Tony was planning on doing with him.
"Are you going to tell me what sector 16 is or…?" Parker asked.
"No, I'm not," Tony replied as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to a long, white-walled hallway that looked like an entrance to any secret lab in any comic book. The floor was black, the ceiling was just a row of soft-glowing, white incandescent lights behind screens that diffused them.
"Because Sector 16 doesn't exist," Tony continued, and stepped out of the elevator. He didn't bother waiting for Peter because he knew the boy's curiosity would keep him following Stark, even if his frustration told him to take the elevator right back up to the surface. "And it will never exist, so keep your trap shut, Dominoes."
He stopped at the end of the hall, where the large metal door without a handle stood. Tony turned to Peter Parker. "I've given you a special project. Stark Industries doesn't know about it. Pepper Potts doesn't know about it. The world doesn't know about it. What goes on beyond this door remains a secret to the world, do you understand that?"
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