Almost like returning home
Apr. 26th, 2016 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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Date: 2016-05-29 02:02 pm (UTC)"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.