I work hard, I work hard every day

[nonstopnarcissist]

WHO: (Who is making the post)
WHERE: Inn & House 63
WHEN: September 4/5
OPEN TO: Kat, Constantine
WARNINGS: Discussion of time travel, swearing, tobacco use?

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Inn

Now that walking isn't half so much a bitch and he's got a fair amount of work in his back pocket (figuratively) and hand (literally), Tony's better able to get a solid assessment of how much shit he can manage in a day. Which isn't near as much as he'd like but more than he probably should considering the whole 'healing up' thing he should be doing. But. He's got a meeting, supplies for what should prove to be an interesting interview, and a desperate need for anything coffee adjacent. He sets up at a far table, laying out the micro tools he'd managed to form the night before, the clock, and a sketch of what he hopes to make.

House 63

At least this time he's not hauling anything bigger than a lighter. Tony makes his way to Constantine's house with a notebook, a spool of twine, and something close to hope. Maybe. Workshopping timetravel isn't something that should be done he knows rationally but-

He has questions. It can't do any harm to ask, right? Right.

Comments

[nifties]

Singularities. Right.

"Powerful items like you describe, they have no morality on their own. It is up to their user to abide by natural law, and if they don't..." Half the world is wished away. His mind's in overdrive, Tony's the genius perhaps he only needs a sounding board. But that lighter is a weighted stone in his pocket, he feels like he owes this man something. Anything he can give. "Did you say his daughter?"

He just needs... a minute, okay? That was a lot of information. And he still doesn't know how he's gonna get Tony out of here so he can have a rematch with that guy. Or, especially, why he cares about that.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Estranged but he sounded pretty beat up- I think..." He closes his eyes to go back over the fight, that moment when they were so close to success. "He said 'I had to'. I'm assuming the cost for the soul stone was her life. Which- more or less cements the fact that he was a zealot. I hate dealing with zealots."

Bone deep conviction in what you're doing? Makes for powerful delusion. Makes for something you can't rationalize with or fight back.

"The time stone's in play. Time travel has to be the answer, Strange told me we were in the endgame right after he ponied up the space stone. And right after everyone began crumbling to dust he said it was the only way." And then he too crumbled into dust.