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Brooding and Fighting

Who: Tony and OTA
What: Varies
When: Basoon 16- late (might add another time/ date too)/ Basoon 17-18 Training in Gym and also on those days, tearing up a row of chairs in the standard car.
Where: Varies
CW: Language, Talk about death/ anxiety, depression; violence-ish?
Notes: For the first part- His first response is going to be to tell you to go away. However, if your character will stick it out beyond that, feel free to tag in.

[Brooding]

It was well after dinner when the majority of the passengers wouldn't be in the dining carriage with none of the lights on. Those who snacked tended to stay in the kitchen. There are a few dishes left to do, but they were far down on Tony's list of worries.

He'd had several drinks from the bottle of scotch he'd purchased and that had led to a very dark mood. His back was to the doorway, his helmet was on the table next to him with the open bottle, and a projected image was playing in front of him. There were three voices in the video- his, a woman's, and a little girl's. A little girl who looked a lot like a younger version of Buttercup was playing around a park and a lovely blonde woman following along after her. The woman keeps looking at the camera and joking about Tony needing to stop filming everything, but of course he makes up some stupid reason about why this was vital for the sake of all of humanity. There's another one with the same duo are playing in the woods with a tiny set of Iron Man masks and gloves.

[Training]

He was a little hungover, but in a way the bad mood just made him want to fight even more. He'd called over the ICP for anyone who would like to start training to learn hand to hand combat.

He found some material to make small cushion gloves like those a boxer might have (only obviously not as good as those). He's wearing his cargo pants and a black tank top. He calls Peter up to the front of the class and passes over another set of the makeshift boxing gloves.

[Added! Getting spare parts- Late afternoon 17 ]

Tony found the belt Manabu had set aside for a holster for his gun and decided to put his tools on it. He was already sweaty from the training, so he didn't bother cleaning up when he was going to be working more. So in his black undershirt, a sledgehammer over on shoulder, and a metallic glove from his suit he whistled his way to the standard carriage.

There was no need for this many chairs in here. They would never need this many. So, he went over to the front row and lifted the hammer. With a purely devilish grin, he grunted from the exertion and TWA-BANG. The headrest of the chair went flying. He kept working, going back and forth between the sledgehammer, a very concentrated beam from his glove for cutting, and a screwdriver until he had one short row of chairs dismantled.

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Ignis had been wanting to speak to Tony for a bit regarding what he'd found out about Raven. Somehow between settling everyone in, he hadn't found the time. But now he was bustling about, trying to let the other know what had been discovered.

As his long legs walked the train, he heard a lot of noise. Figuring that had to be the man he was searching for, Ignis turned himself in the direction of the banging. And sure enough, there was Tony gleefully striking innocent chairs for who in the Six knew what reason.

He took a position up in the doorway because that was just infinitely safer and he waited until his presence was discovered. And he would wait all damn day.

The first chair had been dismantled fairly recklessly. Tony wouldn't need to be pressed too hard to admit that one had been more blowing off steam. The rest of the row were treated with much more precision. He unscrewed the bolts to the ground, cut the fabric keeping the pieces as whole as possible, he pulled the padding out and attempted to keep those in decent shape, before turning to dismantle the actual metal frames. Those got the sledgehammer.

Unfortunately Tony was having a blast and didn't notice he had an audience for a good fifteen minutes. Just as he was dropping to the floor on his back to see what one of the metal seats were stuck on, his gaze finally caught the figure in the doorway. Well, more like was startled and dropped his screwdriver. He immediately powered off his glove.

"Shit, Ignis. How long have you been standing there?" He wiped his brow and accidentally smeared a bit of metal grease on his forehead.

Tony was impressive going around smashing things. It was beautifully primal and something that Ignis would never allow himself to indulge in even for a moment. But he turned his head away before he could get too caught up in watching those muscles work. That old man the other claimed to be certainly wasn't present today.

"Long enough to watch you hard at work."

The grease spot on Tony's forehead amused him but he made no attempt to call any attention to it. "Can you spare a moment of your time? I promise I'll let you get right back to work." Far be it from Ignis to interrupt a gorgeous man destroying things in a contained space. The advisor would simply stand around and watch.

Tony grinned at that answer. He gestured toward the chairs. "We need material. We don't need so many chairs. They're getting.. 'repurposed." He was a little winded by the activity, but didn't seem too bothered by it.

He paused at that request and laughed. "Is it something I can listen and work or do you need me somewhere? The answer is yes, I just need to know if I'm getting up or if I can get this stupid.. piece of.. what is it stuck on?"

Ignis flushed at the second question with his mind filling in the blank. But he pushed the mental reply out of his mind and focused, moving to Tony's side. He certainly wasn't going to say this loudly. "I've discovered one of the new people may have helped you the other day."

He waited for this to register and would let Tony decide what happened from here. The advisor highly doubted that he would be dismissed but that wasn't so easily known. He figured details would be wanted but again he'd delivered his news.

Green eyes looked down at the stuck question but the dirty blonde head shook because he had no idea.

It was so amusing when Ignis' mind went to the gutter and Tony's didn't. It was a much rarer phenomenon than the reverse. He'd really meant if Ignis needed his attention focused squarely on him for this conversation or if it was okay if he kept working on the floor but listened. When he glanced over to see that flush laughed. He really had corrupted the poor man, hadn't he? This was a proud moment.

However then Ignis was moving closer and spoke in a softer tone. That got Tony's hands to stop moving on his project. His eyebrows rose. "Helped me how?" He asked, unsure what Ignis was referring to. A lot had happened on that day, particularly a really awesome hookup in the bathroom. He'd also drank like a thirsty sailor wanting to kill his liver.

"Hey grab the front part of this seat here and pull. I'm going to see if we can't get this separated. Actually.. maybe if I scoot.." He started mumbling to himself until Ignis either took too long to grab the seat or grabbed it so he could start smacking it with a wrench.

"With your attack while we were in the restroom." This was delivered with a very matter of fact tone. Surely with that Tony would realize what he was talking about. His eyes looked directly into the others waiting for the news to register.

With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the requested part of the chair but then Tony was changing his mind and Ignis had to smile. At least this was giving the other something to do and keeping him occupied instead of bothering others. It made him think that if they were back on Eos, he'd have to give the older man a room like this. Somewhere he could be and just do his own thing while Ignis would be running his ass off helping Noct.

Edited 2019-10-04 21:38 (UTC)

"The w- oh." Damn. He scowled at the reminder. Why couldn't they be focusing on the other part that had happened? That had been much, much more pleasant. God, and Ignis did say he owed him- which was just silly since they both knew he didn't really owe him anything. He better stop thinking about that since his shirt would be no help covering anything up in the front of his pants.

"Wait, someone helped? How?" That felt disturbing. Someone had been able to sense his attack and did something to make it go away? On one hand he should be grateful, but the other.. it seemed wrong. It left him feeling very exposed and not in the fun way.

With one more hard whack with the wrench, the piece that had stubbornly been holding on snapped. "I'm going to have to do something about these frames on the floor or someone will trip over them."

Seeing that the news registered, Ignis nodded. "I'm not quite sure how but it's some sort of magic that they possess. I figured as much that day but I had nothing concrete to report until I came across them later."

The advisor himself was nothing but grateful for the intervention. It had helped and if that was what had been needed to get Tony out of his panicked state, Ignis couldn't say anything except what he did. "I told them thank you when I figured it out." That part he had covered. "Hopefully their assistance won't be necessary after the other day." But he wasn't counting on it at all.

Looking at the destructive process as Tony snapped a piece, Ignis shook his head. "I'm sure you'll come up with a plan. Now I shall leave you alone with your.." He smiled. "Project."

Tony glared up at Ignis. "You thought something magical had happened and you didn't bother to tell me?" He could've shaken the younger man for that. What the hell? It felt very odd that Ignis would've known something was amiss and hadn't spoken up. What else wasn't he sharing.

He waited for the one piece of information he would've expected after such a bomb was dropped and it was infuriating when it didn't come. He was on his feet and stepping in between Ignis' route to the door. "What the hell? You're not trusting me with who this person is? Me? Don't you think I deserve to know who knew that had happened in the first place? What happened to all that loyalty crap you're always spouting?"

"I wasn't completely sure." Ignis said, wondering why Tony was suddenly turning it around on him. "It's awfully irresponsible to spout theories and not have solid evidence to back it up." His tone was calm but inside he felt like he did whenever Noct was angry with him.

"The responsible party is a new lady on the purple team. Her name is Raven and you should go talk to her." And that's when he heard Tony's voice raising and the loyalty comment had him shaken. His jaw clenched and he stared at the floor. That comment really cut him to the bone and it hurt so he turned around, not facing the other. If Tony had punched him it would've pained him a lot less.

"I do it all the time! I just make sure people know it's an untested theory." Although he probably would get less push back if he didn't share till he was sure, but that was beside the point.

He'd expected an argument not that wounded look on Ignis' face. He cursed in his mind at himself for being so careless. He ran a hand through his damp hair, trying to think of what to say but then Ignis looked like he might still leave just in the opposite direction. Tossing the wrench aside, he caught the young man's arm and tugged him into a hug. "I'm sorry, Ignis. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. You're always loyal. It's your middle name."

His jaw only clenched further and he offered no further argument as the head went down.

Ignis offered zero resistance to the hug but he didn't reciprocate the gesture at first. His mind was busily going over so many things. Maybe he truly wasn't loyal enough and that was why Noctis didn't want him. Somehow his heart had been seen through to and it hadn't been good enough. He tried to do so much for the people he loved and cared about and in the end, maybe it simply wasn't enough.

All his life he tried to be perfect and follow orders to keep things running smoothly. He tried to do what he was told and make other's lives better though it was mainly the prince's that he focused on. This trait went all the way from King Regis' charge of Noctis when he was six until this moment at being here on the train today in Tony's arms. Everything he did and everything that he was, was done in the name of service to others, something or someone greater than himself.

That extended to the train as well. The advisor certainly hadn't asked to be on the council but he accepted it gracefully and kept his team safe on their mission. He didn't ask for help and didn't complain once that his team was mostly made up of children. Ignis also learned things and wanted to keep things running smoothly for Tony by doing his homework, but was it all for nothing?

When he heard Tony speak about his loyalty..he didn't look at other people on the train or hit on or flirt with them and he didn't want that in return. And what more could he give or do that he hadn't already?

As he pondered this, his arms slowly reached up to encircle Tony's shoulders. No words were spoken, because Ignis had nothing to say.

Tony had lashed out. He'd felt vulnerable and he'd snapped like an angry wolf. He hadn't known his strength but by the blood he tasted, he knew it had struck deep. He remained right where he was as Ignis reeled from his hurtful words. He held on to the young man knowing he couldn't risk letting go or he might end up losing the second best thing on this train- second only to Peter. He pressed a kiss to the side of Ignis' face as the man finally wrapped his arms around him.

"I'm so sorry, Ignis. It wasn't true. You're beautiful and honorable and I'm lucky you give me the time of day. It was wrong that I lashed out at you and I'm sorry. I don't.. I don't like feeling vulnerable and knowing someone besides you had known just.. well with you it's different. I'm safe with you. And.. Tiger, please stop internalizing that. The words weren't true. I'm begging you.."

The kiss felt nice but the advisor remained still and didn't move as Tony spoke. He could hear for himself how sorry the other man was but he didn't trust himself to speak until he heard his nickname. Ignis didn't want to focus on how he felt, so he would address the things that he could fix.

Pulling back, he kept his head down afraid that Tony would see right through him. His arms remained around the other's neck and his eyes stared at the black shirt in front of him. "No I was the one in error. So from now on I will report whatever I find out as soon as I discover something in the future." Ignis shook his head slightly. "It was wrong of me to not have said something sooner, especially regarding the delicacy of the situation. It was thoughtless of me and it won't happen again."

He reached out and as gently as he could guided Ignis' chin up with his thumb. His hand ran along the other's cheek before kissing him with all the emotions swirling inside him. When he drew back, he shook his head. "No, sweetheart. No. You have this all wrong. I was the only one here who made any mistake. And you.. you.. my god, Ignis, you're perfect just the way you are. I don't want you changing anything.'

"Look at me, Tiger. You and I.. we're equals. You do not serve me. You don't not do my bidding. You are your own man who has all the freedom and wisdom in the world to decide what you should do in any given situation. If you didn't think you had enough concrete information, then trust it. I'm sorry I lashed out. I.. Peter's.." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter why. I just lashed out at you for reasons that have nothing to do with you."

Ignis felt the thumb pick his head up. Even if he was as conflicted as he was right now, that single tender gesture made his heart melt. He found himself leaning into the hand on his cheek and before he knew it Tony's lips were on his. And the advisor found that he pushed hard into that kiss, needing it with every fiber of his being.

Once they pulled back, green eyes closed against the words that he was perfect. It was so obvious to him that it just wasn't true. However, Ignis opened them back up at the nickname again as if that was some sort of magical key that was needed to get through. "I don't.." He cut his own voice off at the equals thing as the thought 'know how' finished his statement. He had no idea how in this world as to how to do or be equal. All he could do was listen to Tony in a sort of miserable mental self imprisonment.

Peter's name caught his attention so he focused on that. If he took care of Tony then everything would be alright because his needs weren't that important and always came after the other's.

"What about Peter? Is something wrong?"

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Tony felt some relief when he was kissed back with that level of strength. His hand pressed on Ignis' back, holding him close. He hated the doubt he saw in the young man's eyes. It made him wonder if he'd unintentional done the same thing to Jarvis. The AI had been raised to serve. But.. he'd been 'built' not raised. Ignis was a man. A very important to him man.

"He's being a pain in the ass. But, that's not the issue. The issue is whatever you were going to say. You are what's important right here and now. What don't you what, Tiger? Talk to me."

He waited and Tony had basically said Peter was being a pain. Well at least the two were still in contact which made Ignis happy. He'd been afraid the two might have a falling out or something with the boy's aunt here though that logically wouldn't make any sense for something like that to happen. However, Tony and logic didn't always live in the same space.

He shook his head. "No.." Ignis stopped himself knowing if he used his usual refrain of 'nothing' that Tony would obviously see right through that and might get upset. And the older man was already upset enough.

With a sigh, the advisor tried again, but closed his eyes briefly. "I don't.." Why was this so hard? "I don't know how..to..be an equal." Green orbs then looked at Tony almost helplessly. He knew no other way other than to be second if even that much.

He'd elaborate more in a minute, he just couldn't let Ignis push his own needs and hurt feelings away so easily. Tony didn't know if he'd forgive this slight, even if Ignis did. He had to work on his temper. Pepper had always said that and he'd been trying for Morgan.

There was a moment where Tony had the feeling he was about to get brushed aside again and he started to frown, feeling helpless to fix this. But the, Ignis seemed to somehow push through. His eyes widened a bit in surprise but shifted quickly to concern. However, he didn't try to argue the point. "We'll work on it. Okay?"

He pressed another kiss to his lips and then just to be irritating and break the heavy mood, he ruffled the man's hair. "Okay, so.. grab some of those stacks. We need to take these into the luggage carriage and find some really big suitcases to stash them in. On the way I'll tell you about Peter, alright? Maybe you can help me out with this."

The kiss was just too brief and Ignis really didn't want to elaborate further. After all, he'd told Tony a lot of his life with the other having earned his trust. He really wished they could spend the evening another way but as he thought about that his hair got ruffled. He pretended offense of course, calling it a childish gesture.. But secretly, the advisor liked it. That again was something no one did to him as he grew up. Play and fun were for other children so it was probably the reason behind not getting the other three's sense of humour at times. And it was the reason that he didn't understand Tony's jokes sometimes.

Wanting to help, Ignis picked up the requested stacks and began to carry them. It was all he could do at the moment. And while he did this, he steadily fought to ignore how raw and exposed he'd felt both at the exchange with Tony and having to admit something that was really hard. So he figured after they were done he'd just go back to his room, take a shower and try to sleep. If he had his way, Tony would be beside him but that was too much to ask for.

Edited 2019-10-05 03:32 (UTC)

As they were lugging the heavy parts through the train, Tony decided to use the time catching Ignis up on what was going on with Peter. It seemed like a better alternative to agonizing over how guilty he still felt.

"So.. apparently, he's been feeling very guilty and morally conflicted about the last mission. Granted, it was my call to pull him off the purple team and place him with Buttercup- which I now know was a mistake- he would've liked to help the children and vulnerable people instead of fighting. Anyway, he was upset that we didn't find out what the goblins were really wanting and that we just opted to kill them. He's still in that age, I guess, where everything is still black and white to him instead of knowing the world is really gray at best." He turns around and shoves one of the doors connecting the cars open with his back. "Well I didn't know he was having some emotional crisis over this crap and I made him get up in front of my fighting class. I didn't know he was nervous, he was stuttering and shaking and being all dramatic. Really, you would've thought I'd just asked him to cut his aunt's heart out with a fork! So he throws a temper tantrum and runs off. I gave him some space, but went and talked to him- that's how I know what was going on. Well, so we talked and I think everything's a little better, but what the hell am I going to do with him, Ignis? He's going to be saving our world without me in just a few years and he has a moral crisis over some goblins!"

He felt slightly better giving his mind something else to focus on, so carrying the stacks of stuff helped. Patiently he listened and was relieved to hear the two were still spending time together. Peter sounded like Prompto at times, feeling bad for defeating the monsters they fought. But then Ignis reminded him that it came down to the matter of kill or be killed.

"Give him time. He'll take his place when he's ready and not before." Ignis didn't know if Tony was going to allow this, but it was definitely worth a shot. "He is not you and therefore doesn't hold the same point of view. But if you keep the lines of communication open, try not to be overwhelming and allow him to tell you what he's comfortable and not comfortable with, I'm sure you can find some middle ground."

Edited 2019-10-05 04:31 (UTC)

"Yeah, yeah.." He didn't like that answer, but it was good advice. He knew Peter was still young and needed time to come to terms with these tough big picture issues. It was frustrating there wasn't an immediate fix. "He's just.. he's got so many more things he's sensitive about things than I ever was at that age. I don't really know how to handle it. I just get frustrated and he then starts saying I'm blaming him for being that way and.. " He sighed.

Last door and they were in the luggage carriage. "Alright we're looking for something large and maybe has a lock." And without skipping a beat, he was right back on the other conversation. "Thing is.. I know he's been through a lot. He's kind of a miracle of psychology that he's got it together as much as he does. His parents died when he was young and then this older kid at school.. well.. he did something bad to Peter. It makes him freak sometimes and self-conscious. Which, again, is understandable. It's just a lot."

At this point he could only hope that he'd gotten through to Tony in some small way. He quieted down as the other expressed frustration and nodded. "Well..you can be overwhelming at times." Ignis said. This wasn't him sticking up for himself though, this was him trying to get the older man to slow down on Peter.

Listening further, he wasn't sure Tony should be telling him such things about Peter, but it made him wish the imagined thing hadn't happened. No child or anyone for that matter should go through anything like that. Ignis immediately felt bad. "I should rather hope that he has had some form of counseling or professional help for it." It was the only thing he could say. "And I do sincerely hope the offending party was properly punished."

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CW: Talking about past sexual abuse

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