voidtreckerexpress | Good morning

Who: Tony Stark + OTA
Where: Dining Carriage/ Kitchen
When: Month Apple, Day 2
What: Come bug him while he's eating breakfast/ having coffee
Warnings: Language maybe?
Notes: I'll make a note on a tag if it contains Endgame spoilers, but I'll try to avoid them.

Oh god, it wasn't a dream.

Some habits died hard, like his internal clock that had him waking early to a dark cramped space that after some moments confused, he remembered to be his bunk on a train. Moving as quietly as he could, he gathered some toiletries and slips into the bathroom for a shower trying not to wake anyone. From there it's a change of clothes and then the hunt for the one thing that will keep him sane during this trek- coffee.

Wearing one of the red polo shirts he'd been given, Tony arrives at the dining car early. He leaves the wheelchair downstairs in the kitchen, finding for just the short journey upstairs he doesn't need it. While he was in the kitchen, he doesn't protest too hard when someone on kitchen duty fixes him an egg white omelet, toast, and coffee.

Upstairs, he finds a good spot where he could watch the door and settles in to enjoy his breakfast and ponder over the fact that this situation he was in might not actually be a hallucination after all. He sorely misses his tablet where he could check the world news like he usually did over breakfast, but these things happen when you're randomly kidnapped by a freaky train in middle of the void.

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"I did be living in an inn." She'd already said that, she tilted her head. "There did be being Sami and Junia, they did be being the innkeepers and Taiwin did be working there too." She wrinkled her nose, she doesn't want to think about Taiwin at the moment. She hadn't seen him since...

She scowled. "Priestess Elena do be sometimes visiting too, she do be liking the ale. She do be having a warrior called Kant and he do be being very strong."

If Kant was here he would have found a way out and if priestess Elena was here the train would just let them go because no one and nothing stood in priestess Elena's way.

Huh, so that really must be true. No family and living at an inn. She'd answered the same question the same way twice. That tended to be enough to convince him she was telling the truth. He was pleased, though, that she gave more information this time.

He watches her face for a moment, trying to gauge her expression to these names she was using. "You don't seem too fond of this priestess. Is she hard on you?"

The girl tilted her head, "No really, no more than on anyone. Priestess' do just be.... priestesses." Surely he knew that. You didn't cross them, you minded your manners, you hoped they didn't get too angry because that meant trouble for everyone.

"But she do no be being too hard on me. I do be being a good learner and listener."

Tony finds himself smiling when she proclaims her virtues. What was it about this kid that affected him so much? She didn't talk like Morgan or really look like her, but perhaps it was the innocence? He wasn't sure, but he knew he liked her.

"You are. I can already tell that about you. What about the innkeepers? Did they treat you well too? Or this Kent fellow?"

"Yes?" She tilted her head, "They do be giving me honeycakes when I do be being good." When she completed missions successfully. Punishments for failure were swift and terrible but she didn't fail often. She was good, a quick learner and obedient. She had to be.

Kant is a better topic, this last week until she ended up in this strange place Kant was the only one who had spoke to her with kind words at all. Instead of the terse angry silences of everyone else.

"Kant do be teaching me lots of things. He do be being the best fighter I do be knowing and he do be being smart too. He do be saying that do be being important, to be being smart if you want to be living."

He didn't know when it might be useful, but he filed away the name Kant as someone Buttercup clearly looked up to. He had some kind of authority due to his fighter status. He wondered about how different their worlds were and what exactly Buttercup had lived through.

"That's wise, to be strong and smart. It does help keep you alive. Is he a guardian of the priestess like you're being trained to do?"

"Yes he do be being her Warrior." She grinned. Even if she wasn't too sure about being one herself. It had been what she had wanted to do ever since she was very small, to be just like Kant. But now the reality was close... Going far away all on her own...

She guessed it wouldn't be all that much different than right now, she was all alone and far from home.

"To be being a Warrior you do be having to be being very wise, very brave and very strong. Anyone can just be smushing monsters with a sword but you do be having to be using your brain if you do be serving a priestess."

"That's right," Tony agrees. Whoever this Kant was, he at least knew some of the basics about being a strong fighter. Obviously, he didn't know about what else she was learning, but that much he could condone.

"Do all the people in your world speak like you?" Was it a dialect or just bad grammar?

She shook her head. "No everyone. Only people from Gauig. Kant do no be talking like this because he do no be being from Gauig, neither do Priestess Elena. I do be thinking they will all be talking weird like you when I do be going to the temple."

She's used to understanding non-Gauigen speech though. Even if it sounded wrong to her ears, she could figure it out quickly enough.

It's interesting that none of the others on the train spoke like her though.

Ah! Dialect then. Well, damn, he can't train it out of her then.

He has to laugh at being told he talks weird. He supposes to her ears he did. "Well maybe I'll have to learn how to talk like you sometime." God, no. But he can pretend he might for her sake.

"So now that you've had your chocolate, are you ready to eat more of those eggs and bread or want me to clean that up for you?"

"Maybe. It might be sounding even weirder though." She shrugged and wrinkled her nose as he pointed out that she still hadn't really eaten her eggs.

She's still not really hungry, even if the chocolate had been nice and sweet.

"I can be cleaning it up. I do be knowing how to be doing dishes."

She hates dishes, but she also doesn't want him thinking she's a lazy brat that can't wash up after herself.

Okay, so they may need to work on learning each other's version of humor. That was a problem that would just take some time to sort out.

He could see she wasn't too thrilled about eating anymore. Breakfast apparently was over. "Alright, you're free to go. If you get bored and want some company, you're welcome to come find me."

"Yes sir." She nodded and gathered her plate with a small smile. He was nosy and one to watch out for, but he was good enough company. She had to share a room with him so it was better she stayed on his good side.

"I will be seeing you later."

Good morning

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