Almost like returning home

[arrogantalloy]

 Tony had woken with a start, in fact he had been so expressive in his waking up he ended up rolling off the couch he was apparently on. He had gotten up onto his knees and looked around, expecting to see familiar Capitol fashion trademarks. There were none, they were his - Well, Pepper's- trademarks. He was back in the tower, J.A.R.V.I.S was even able to confirm that it had barely been more than a few hours since he had even taken well over two years ago.

The god damn machine worked. After letting out a yippie and having an unnecessarily long shower, Tony confirmed that all the Avengers were where he had left them all relatively safe and sound in this world, then ordered a pizza to be delivered while he set to work giving Dum-E a service ignoring the fact the robot didn't need one, Tony just really needed to be finger deep in something familiar and Pepper wasn't in New York right now.

It naturally didn't occur to him he would be the only one returned to this world, especially not someone who had never originally from this world.

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[shenunigans]

"Potato, potahto." He knows damn well there's a big difference between the two, but acknowledging the difference wouldn't annoy Tony and that's just not what he's about. He probably shouldn't be surprised that Tony is diving right back into a project. He's a chronic workaholic. Even if life gave him a break, he'd probably just find a way to cram more obsessive tinkering into it.

"Speaking of the other side," He breezes past the dismissive tone, because he was really only jabbing Tony where it hurt to get a little more attention. "Do you think anyone else ended up in the wrong place? Is there even a way to check that? Not like we can just ring up another dimension and check the ride home was safe. It's like living in the dark ages. Bet you didn't know your cousins mule ran off the road and sent the whole family of twelve off the cart and down the mountainside until six months after the fact." He puts his hands on his hips, only slowly beginning to realise that was the opposite of what you should say to an obsessive workaholic.

"Shouldn't you have a tuna sandwich or something before you dive into math? I heard long division on an empty brain can give you a stroke."

[arrogantalloy]

"J.A.R.V.I.S. Source the list, I want it here by tonight." Tony says aloud once he finishes writing his list of needed materials.

"I'm afraid most of those materials won't even reach the united states, by nightfall. But the orders have been placed." Tony makes no move to show he's heard what his A.I said as he keeps sketching the blueprints from memory, silently pleased he's now in a position where he can add adjustments he knew it would need but would never have been able to get his hands on what he needed for it while working on it in the capitol avoiding detection and getting whatever bare bone necessities he could just to help make it work. He goes back to ignoring Dave until he's finished the first sketch and puts the wireframe through a stress test program.

"That." He says pointing at Dave, finally acknowledging his words. "Is probably the best way to put it. This." He gestures at the blueprint. "Only technically worked one way, unlike a Stargate this was only had one door, so you can't dial up to come home once you're on the other side. Our version at least." He gets up and paces a little, well to Tony it was pacing, due to the side of the workshop it looks more like he's just strolling through it as if giving a lecture to students.
"The Capitol's machine was able to bring us there, unlikely it could send you back, kind of like a racoon trap. once you're in the blockade comes down and you're stuck in your wire box until someone in camo and a Louisiana baseball cap gets you out." He picks up a small cylinder in one hand and starts to tap it thoughtfully on the other until he looks at it realises it's garbage and shoots it as if it's a basket ball into a trashbin.
"Uh. Because the design's one way. We have no idea how many people have ended up in the wrong place, just because they wanted to be in Gryffindor and not Slytherin." He looks pointedly at Dave, even though he believed nothing of the sort he still opted to imply the persons will had something to do with it as well.

"Kitchen's up the stairs, I like it with Mayo." He barely waits more than 10 seconds before adding. "Where's my sandwich?"

[shenunigans]

Dave thinks it's rude that Tony just ignores J.A.R.V.I.S when he's working so hard, so he flashes a thumbs up to nowhere in particular. If he knows it's for him or not isn't important, what's important is that Dave acknowledges him whether he needs it or not. But hey, Tony is acknowledging him once again, so his attention turns back to him with a raised brow.

"Well, guess they can build their own interdimensional travel machines if they don't like it, right?" It's really surprising when someone drones on more than he does, not to mention all the references. Dave is overwhelmed in many, many aspects here. He's not sure if he wants a snack or a nap or if he wants to cry or laugh or take a shower or stay here or go home. He isn't exactly chomping at the bit to get back to the meteor.

"Do I look like I work at Subway, Mr.Magoo? Make your own damn sandwich. Hell, make me one too." He folds his arms over his chest defiantly, but it wanes a bit when he follows that with more words. "Plus there's lots of things upstairs." And one of those things is the thing he got the knife from, so that excuse falls flat. He's just not exactly eager to be alone right now.