voidtreckerexpress | Brooding and Fighting

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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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Peter hears Tony step into the dressing car and pretends to keep reading the chemistry book he took up with him. He listens to Tony stumble around trying to talk to him like he's some kind of child and rolls his eyes.

What the Hell is a really good question. He didn't mean to blow up like that but he did. He sucks in a breath runs a hand over his forehead before letting out a sigh.

"I don't know.. I just.. not enough sleep, maybe?"

Like a child? He was trying to be honest and explain how he viewed things! That was how adults talked to each other. Well, that's how emotionally smart people talked to each other.

"That's it? That's all I get?" Tony asked, exasperated.

He sighed and moved to find a spot he could sit or lean against and possibly see Peter's face.

"No, you've always been sleep deprived. You've just been acting so strange lately." He frowned and looked down. "You've acted like you don't want anything to do with me and.. I don't know. Just very fragile. I want to help but I don't get the feeling you want my help."

Well, whatever it was, it seems weird to him. He sits up on the web and glances down at Tony. Part of him wanted to say that he didn't want his help-to tell him to go away and leave him alone. He doesn't though and just let out a sigh.

"I don't know." He repeats. "I just-I don't know." He pauses to think of something else that's not that he doesn't know. It's like there's so many things wrong and he can't think of a single one. "I just-I don't like... being put on the spot like that, okay?"

Peter was certainly not making this easy on him.

"Okay. But.. there were like four people in there. One of them was Buttercup. I don't understand. Why would that make you nervous? I picked you because I knew you'd be good at it. Where did all your confidence go?" Had he destroyed it somehow? Was all of this his fault? He'd been the young man's guardian for not even two months and he was already so much worse than when he'd arrived.

"I also picked you because if I wanted to demonstrate a punch, I knew you could catch my fist and not get hurt."

"So?" Peter asks, feeling his irritation building again. "That doesn't matter, they're still all watching me. And I still get nervous." He states with a gesture of his hand.

"And I don't know-" He says again. If he could stop saying that, that would be great. "I'm just exhausted, I think. I feel... so overwhelmed right now, okay? And I just-getting called on like that just reminded me of school."

Tony frowned and stared at Peter for a long moment. What. The. Hell. Should he just go get Peter's aunt? Knowing his luck, Peter would run right to that idiot with the severed disgusting arm.

"I thought you liked your school." He sighed and shook his head, looking at the ground. "Did something else happen? You've been acting strange from even before we left on the mission. Are you having problems with Gwen? One of the other kids are harassing you?" If anyone was, they'd regret it.

"I do-usually. I don't like gym because Flash is-well, Flash." He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh.

"The mission? You mean the one where we had to kill a bunch of goblins and not ask why? I don't-I'm not-I don't want to kill anyone-for any reason. I wanted to talk to them-to find out why they were doing things but they wouldn't-they wouldn't acknowledge me." He sighs again.

That felt like a whiplash of topic shifts. Okay so not school and not before the mission- even though Peter had been kind of moody then too- but this particular episode was about the goblins.

"I know Petey. It never feels good to kill anything." Well, that wasn't entirely true, but he was just going to lie a bit here. Peter didn't need to know the few exceptions to what was mostly true. "It's a really hard thing to learn about this world. You probably should've been on the purple team. I didn't even think about how that was going to affect you."

He felt the guilt now that he knew Peter had been hurt by his decision. "Sometimes certain things and certain people.. they don't give you a choice. That is a decision that they make. You have your line in the sand of what you can't let them do and they cross it. That's their decision. Your job is to stop the evil from hurting the innocent. I asked the woman who was our commander about the wizards and several others to make sure we were protecting the right people but.. Kid, we were saving everyone in that city. Their lives mattered and we were the only ones there who could keep them from being hurt."

"That doesn't mean you kill them." Peter argues. "There's always another way-there has to always be another way. But now we'll never know because they're all dead. We don't even know why they were taking the kids. I mean I assume it wasn't a good reason-but maybe if we knew we could've found some other way to stop it." He rubs at his eyes.

"But whatever. That's done. So it's whatever. No one else seems this upset."

"Sometimes.. it does. Sometimes there isn't another way." He hated to break some of Peter's innocence, but this was a fact about the life they lead. Sometimes, people had to die. "But, that doesn't mean you shouldn't try. We didn't have time- maybe we should've made time to see if there was a way to help those creatures or find out the reason they were doing what they were doing."

He sighed. "I think it's something the council needs to discuss before the next mission. We need an agreement to always check if the mission is honorable." A pause. "But the point is, I'm proud of you for caring. That's why you're different. That's why you are a good choice to pick for a fighting demonstration. You never forget your control and you never stop following your heart."

Peter shakes his head, hands coming up to cover his face.

"No, I-I don't believe that." He states. "There's always another way and no offense Mr Stark- but 'we didn't have time' is a shit excuse for..." He gestures with his hands. "Genocide."

"But it's not like it matters now. I guess I'll get over it-like I do everything else that goes to Hell."

Tony could argue further. Peter wasn't looking at all the facts. However, it seemed like there might be more going on here than just the goblins.

"What are you talking about? Everything else you do going to hell? Like what?"

Peter just sucks in a breath. How is he supposed to answer that? He didn't say that everything he does goes to Hell-although it seems like that sometimes.

"Forget I said anything. I'm fine." He decides before leaning back in his hammock.

"What? No.. come on, Pete. Talk to me. We both know you aren't fine." He came closer and gave Peter a teasing smile. "If you don't talk to me I'm climbing in this hammock with you and bug you till you do."

"And what if I don't want to talk about it?" He asks, shifting a little in the hammock just in case Tony is serious about climbing into it with him.

"I just. It's a bunch of stuff, really." He finally says, hands rubbing at his face.

Well if that didn't look like an invitation. He kicked off his shoes and crawled into the hammock with his. "Sorry I just got done with the lessons so I might be a little sweaty." It wasn't like he reeked or anything, just sort of a light dusting on his arms and chest still.

He tucked an arm under his head and sighed, getting comfortable . "I get that you might not want to and you don't have to. But.. you know, don't shut me out either. I'm trying my best here, kid, but we have very different personalities. So I need you to tell me things."

He scoots a little more to make enough room for both of them before readjusting so that he's more or less leaning against Tony. He'd feel a little weird about it but he can't bring himself to.

"So... I keep uh.. having this nightmare." He finally admits, staring up at the ceiling. "I mean-if I get to sleep-I have this nightmare-it's a little different every time but it's basically the same thing happening over and over. And I wouldn't worry about it normally-I mean the chances of it happening are like a trillion to one-maybe less-but my luck uh... might give it an assist somehow, I don't know."

Tony hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. His eyes were sliding shut when Peter started talking again. He listened with a growing frown.

"What's the dream about?" He asked. His voice already sounded a bit sleepy. He'd been pushing himself so hard, he could probably use the break.

Peter can hear the sleepy tone in Tony's voice and can't help but smile a little. So much for this talk but oh well.

"It's probably nothing, just me being paranoid and too sensitive, I guess." He brushes it off, twisting in the hammock so he's rolled over on his side.

"And for the record-I told you they were that comfy."

"It's not nothing if it's bothering you. What are you afraid of, Petey?" Would it be easier if Tony shared something he was afraid of? No, no. This was about Peter. Keep it there.

"They really are.. Doesn't mean I won't knock you senseless if you waste your web on one of these, but you've proved your point too."

He curls a little closer, pillowing his head on his elbow and closes his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about him. I'll tell you later." After he's had a nap-or after he's hopefully had a nap.

It he was expecting a response, he doesn't get one. Tony heard that on some level, but the lull of the hammock turned out to be stronger than Iron Man.

He waits a moment to see if Tony says anything but he does. Peter twists just a little to see what Tony's doing and notes that he's sleeping. He lets out a yawn and curls back up again.

"...Night, Mr Stark." Even if it was just a nap, he still says the words and closes his eyes to let himself fall asleep.

Fëanor wouldn't even try guessing what all this shouting was really about. He's seen enough teenager's - or the closest approximation of teenagers that elves have - to know what he is looking at even if the details eluded him.

He probably should have left the kid alone, it's not his business anyway, but, well, he couldn't. After a good while of searching and to his surprise he finds not only Peter but Tony too. Both fast asleep in one of those hideous web things that Charlotte and the spider kids have put all over the dressing car.

The sight makes him smile. You both can say what you want. Whatever is your secret. But you do look like a father and son.

He carefully retreats his steps. As if he was never there. It helps that elves can move so quiet that not even the heightened senses that some here possess cannot detect them.

[Thanks Feanor for peeking in!]

Tony was pleasantly unaware that he'd been caught in such a compromised position (for his Iron Man ego). He stirred a couple hours later feeling better than he had in a while. He would refuse to admit it, but there just might be something to this web hammock. Though really, was it so different than an actual hammock that wasn't made of creepy spiderwebs?

Either way, he woke and found Peter sleeping next to him. He smiled glad the young man was getting some much needed rest. Putting an arm around him, Tony dozed and let his mind wonder while he waited for other napper to stir. There wasn't any real rush to it, so he let a whole ten or fifteen minutes go by before giving him a gentle shake. "Peter.. your aunt and I are getting married tomorrow."

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just here to witness the cute

While later..