House Calls, Part II

[the_wasp]

"Oh, Tony," Jan sighs.

It figures. It's reassuring, actually. She gets pulled away from a battle for the planet and dropped just off shore of a mysterious island in another dimension, or something, with no way home and with a handful of familiar faces who aren't really who they should be and think she's not really who she should be. Her entire life gets turned upside-down and filtered through a scrapped episode of the Twilight Zone. Nothing is the same and everything is strange.

But Tony Stark still has a mansion.

It figures.

The nervousness of yesterday has faded away with some friendly reassurances, a good night's sleep and the somewhat familiar surroundings. Wooden steps leading up to a bamboo front door are not nearly as comforting as this imposing stone facade. There is a doorbell, but probably no JARVIS to answer, so Jan gives Tony points for style while taking away for amenities.

She presses the doorbell and waits, only to have the door answered by... some kind of machine. It's a bit rudimentary to her eyes, not that she's any great engineering genius, but it's definitely more than what should be on an island like this.

"Oh, Tony," she sighs.

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[notawastedlife]

The door was open and no one had told him, which was a bit contrary to some of the things he'd been trying to achieve with the new house. Admittedly if someone had fired a missile at the place, that definitely wouldn't have gotten the open door treatment.

As he closed in, he identified the culprit. "Dope, that's not- how did you even manage that?" he said, scooting the little robot aside with his foot. "Leave the door for Jarvis. Jarvis, why didn't you- you're not plugged in over here, are you? You can't even hear me. Impossible to find good help."

Only then did he finally pay attention to the fact there was, in fact, someone at the door. "I'll take three packets of thin mints."