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PSYCHE

You call this a curse? Ha! I could do this paper work in my sleep I'm pretty sure that's what I was doing before I ended up here...

Now who's running this damn company? Because I don't like how they're doing things.

[ Tony is seen at his work station. He's been holed up working on Repulsor gauntlets for the past few weeks, and looks it. His hair is messed and his clothing is rumpled and his goatee is a little shaggy on the edges. He seems to have finished something, because he sits back and sighs. He runs a hand through his hair. ]

That's the best I'll get right now...

[ He stands. He looks around for a moment, seeming a bit confused. ]

...I really need to stop doing this...Pepper always reminded me to come up for air...

[ He lets out another sigh, then he head off screen. ]

[ The camera cuts, but comes back on a moment later. Tony has cleaned up himself up and looks rather presentable. ]

Well then, let's go see what's news

[ He begins to exit his home, but stops in the threshold. ]

Oh holy God...

[ Video is still black and white of course. Room is still decorated by scraps, wires, and propaganda posters, though the ones featuring Captain America have been taken down. The Wolverine plushie is still sitting on the edge of the desk, though it is now dressed as a gangster -- apparently also effected by the curse. Tony is not on screen, but his muttering can be heard. ]

--Why now? Why this time period? Why-Gah!- Steve...

[ There's a large THUD off screen. A silent moment passes, then Tony comes on screen. He's dressed in a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a vest, slacks, and a loosened necktie. His hair is messed, though still mostly slicked back. ]

And my father, of course! [ he waves his hands in the air ] Yes, I know, great American hero. Fought the Nazis, saved the world, blah blah. But, my God, he blew up a nation! I can hardly deal with what I do with the Iron Man. I can't begin to fathom the Manhattan Project...

Maybe I should go find Watari... [ he shakes his head ] No. Just a week. I can deal with this for a week. Even if it is a week spent living as my father and... [ he looks toward the space on the wall where one of the Captain America poster once hung ]

It's just a week.

[ The video feed is black and white. Tony can be seen, dressed in an old fashioned suit, hair slicked back, with a mustache rather than his goatee. Generally, he's running around the room, which has scattered scrap computer parts and wires everywhere, with wartime propaganda posters plastering the walls behind around him, including one with Captain America and Bucky on it. The Wolverine plushie sitting on the edge of the desk. ]

This...this must be the owls, right? Right, of course. They do this kind of thing, don't they?

[ He turns, apparently talking to the plushie on his desk. He paused for a moment, as if expecting it to respond. His shoulders slump. ]

[ He sighs deeply ] I look like my father... [ he pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Blast it! [ he looks up again ] Well, nothing we can do about it. Wait it out.

[ He turns, and finally notices the posters. He freezes. ]

Steve...!

All right, well, if I'm going to be stuck here for a while -- and it seems like I will be, judging from what I've gleaned from the other "residents" here -- I might as well keep myself entertained. The box of scraps I found in that cave seems like it's going to be useful -- I have enough to make an extremely basic Repulsor. Nothing compared to my current armor, but it's something.

Dear God, I will never go into that cave again.
How long was I even in there? It's so hard to tell time on this damned island.

There's really no point bothering with the Extremis uplink here -- the network's too small for it to be of any real use. It's convenient for checking messages and the likes, but there's no news feeds, police bulletins, Avengers commlink for me to be constantly in touch with. It's just so...quiet here. It's slightly unsettling, really.

It's not like I haven't had the Extremis cut off before -- I had to wear that damned anklet when Leonard thought it was driving me insane. It was silent then, but I knew I was going to get it back in a week.

Here, the data feeds all still work, but it's quiet.

I don't like quiet.

[[Extremis uplink connected]]


--Maybe it was Doom -- Or Merlin. I swear if that senile old wizard trapped me in this multi-colored Hell, I'm going to --

No, no, it's not Hell. I've been to Hell, it had a better color scheme. And Howard was there -- Oh God I hope Howard isn't here ...No son of mine...

Mm, no no no no no focus

What the hell is --Computer, thank God. If there's a computer then I can...what the...can't access anything but some LiveJournal knock off. The hell is this crap

I need a screw driver. Maybe I can take this thing apart and*BZZZZZZTTTTGRRRRTK*GAHHH!THEDAMNTHINGSHOCKEDME *KRRTTtttt~*

[[Extremis uplink lost]]