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The Morning After the Night Before Meme

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE MEME

It's been one of those nights. You went out, met some people, did some things, and in the cold light of day you aren't so sure that those 3:00 a.m. bright ideas were so bright after all. It's the morning after the night before. Where are you now?

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PROMPTS:

This is not my beautiful spouse!
You got drunk and put a ring on it. How does that pan out? Happy ending or rush annulment?
Break stuff
You did some high-value property damage. Are you going to stick around and make good, or are you going to high tail it out of there?
Dude! Sweet!
You got a tattoo. Your partner in crime did too. Worst idea or best idea ever?
Dude, where's my...?
You lost it - your car, the heirloom engagement ring, state secrets. Whatever it is, you had it and now you don't.
One phone call
You swear you didn't mean to fall into the chocolate fountain at the McFancypants' wedding reception, and you really didn't mean to shake it off all over the bride's dress, and you really didn't mean to grab her there when you were just trying to help her clean off her bodice. You're in jail. Are you there alone or do you have a pal sitting next to you going, "Best. Night. Ever!"
Walk of...
You hooked up. Is this good, bad, awkward? Are you doing the walk of shame this morning or strutting it all the way home?
Viral infamy
Remember that thing you did last night? Okay, remember that thing you did last night that you don't remember? It's all over YouTube. How's that playing with the people who know you?
If the shoe fits...
Why did you wake up in someone else's clothes? Do you even want to know? Where are your clothes?
Text in haste, repent at leisure
Do you really want to look at your call and message logs from the night before?
Hair of the dog...
Why stop with last night when you can just keep rolling?
I don't remember, I don't recall...
You drank something, smoked something, took the red pill and the blue pill and you don't remember a thing you did. Mix and match any of the other prompts under this one.

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What is happening with the floor —?!

[ Staggering into the room, he catches sight of Bruce and drops down against the couch with a pained moan, legs sprawling across the parquet absent of purchase. ]

Bruce. Bruce, I can't feel my face. [ Reaching behind to whack a leg without looking. Holy shit, is that him in that painting? ] What did we do on YouTube?

God, make it stop. [That suit and Tony's voice and all the servos whining and the rattle thumping need to stop before Bruce crawls in a hole and fills it with concrete.]

Ow! [He throws a pillow at Tony's head and scrambles back across the couch away from him. From this new vantage he can see more velvet paintings, all of Tony, all with those eyes that follow you. He has two dozen unhinged velvet Tonys leering at him.]

I'm in Hell, right?

[JARVIS sees fit to trigger the suite's cinema-size flatscreen's descent from some nook in the ceiling. Bruce has to grab his glasses, but at first glance, it looks like...]

Is that the Hulk playing bongos? [And isn't that some red and gold off in the corner?]

[ Squinting at Iron Man smashing up a guitar (there was a band at some point, evidently) and flinching with every crash into his new pillow. ]

That's bad. [ Is he ... trying to get the Hulk to throw a TV out of a hotel window? No, because evidently Tony has it smashed over his helmet and disappears: a glance to the other side of the room reveals a hole in the floor. ] Yeah, that's not great.

JARVIS, mute.

[The tinny cheering of bystanders cuts off leaving just the grainy video of the Hulk and Tony getting their Vegas on to play on in silence.

Oh shit, what is the Hulk doing with that white tiger?]

Wait.

[Leaning forward as details finally sink into his fogged brain.]

We're in Vegas?

I think so. JARVIS, did I bring you via portable installation?

You did, sir. And may I say how novel an experience it is to be designated a port of operations next to a tropical fish tank.

[ Barking out a laugh when he notices the main hub off to one side by a tacky dresser, he freezes when a flash of blue and white whisks across the screen. ]

Steve was here, too. Why would he come to Vegas with us? [ Shit. ] Did we have a mission?

I don't know. The last thing I remember... [Thinking should not hurt this much. Nothing should hurt this much.] ... my lab?

I was working on-- [He tries to get up and falls back on the couch with a groan. He doesn't need the bathroom that badly yet.]

Motrin. Tony, is there some motrin around here?

God, I will — nngh. I will punch you in the teeth if you sincerely ask me for Motrin, you're a grown man. I'm suffering too over here! Suck it up.

JARVIS, playback.

[ Yep, that's Steve alright. ]

He looks so unimpressed even when he's got strippers grinding all over him in their feather-kinis.

I'm coming to realize that you're an evil man. I'm signing you on as the Other Guy's nemesis.

JARVIS, please call room service to send up some motrin.

[He's pulling another couch cushion over his head and peering out with slitted eyes.]

He's... He's shaking hands with the strippers. He's not actually human is he?

[ natasha is going to murder both stark as banner, just as soon as she can pick herself up from off of the floor.

actually, she's face-down on the bed adjacent from the room that those two are occupying. it takes her a few minutes until she's able to lift her head, and after those few moments she begins the slow process of making her way into the room to see what tony and bruce are watching. from the sound of things, it's something she's going to need to contact hill and fury about, if they don't know already.

(but if the video is still on youtube, it's possible that they don't yet.)

natasha manages to make her way into the living room, staggering a bit in her steps, and she rubs at her eyes and temples before speaking, her voice a hoarse groan. ]

If you two have been awake longer than fifteen minutes and still haven't started any coffee, I'm stringing you both up by your ankles.

I think he's an alien. [ — said with all the wise clarity of a hangover that allows for nothing but the most honest of opinions.

Busy rubbing his face to try and stay focused on the video, his attention whips around at the sound of footsteps and he stares wide-eyed at one very disheveled Black Widow. Which is novel because, well, she looks as awful as Tony feels (and that's saying something) but she wouldn't have passed out on or off a mission. It's enough of a reason to get to his feet, way too warm inside the suit but with no way of taking it off minus AIs to deal with the bolts. ]

No coffee. You're here, too? [ A metal hand grasps at his hair. ] Where the hell is Steve?

[ The ringtone of his S-Phone goes off somewhere across the room. Swearing through his grogginess, Tony pulls it out of a potted plant to dust off the dirt before answering tentatively with a rough cough, the Caller ID obscured by mud. ]

Uh. Hello?

I'm trying to put this as politely as I possibly can.

[ Pepper just forges straight ahead the moment Tony picks up his phone, no hellos. Her volume never rises, but the crispness of her voice is probably a good indicator that she isn't feeling awfully pleased or charitable right about now. ]

What on earth have you guys been up to? I thought this was a mission, not some deranged frat party. I have a bunch of completely ludicrous voice mails from last night that I just checked, and oh! All these property damage invoices that have been faxed to me specifically have been interesting reading too.

[ Saccharine sweet: ] And how's your day been so far?

[Whoa, wait, too much input. A mind that usually runs a minimum of four or five separate streams of thought has been throttled down to one.]

Natasha? [Things just got a lot worse.] Tell me this wasn't a mission and I'll make you some coffee.

[Scrubbing his hands over his face just makes it feel like he's scrubbing his skin off.]

Why don't I see you on the video? Even Steve's there. [Smiling and trying to get the Hulk to put a golf cart down.

He's peripherally aware of Tony on the phone and the look on his face when the person on the other end speaks, but he doesn't have that much brain to spare yet.]

[ so evidently, SHIELD hasn't seen the video yet, although pepper clearly has. or if SHIELD has seen it, they'd decided that if natasha and clint weren't visible on it, it wasn't worth deleting from the servers of everyone who'd uploaded or downloaded it in the past twenty-four hours. ]

I don't know. If it was a mission, we should all be ashamed of ourselves, considering I can't recall what happened or what the objective of it was.

Edited 2012-11-20 05:57 (UTC)

[ Covering the speaker as he half-listens to what the others are saying, he interjects with a hissed — ] It's got to be a mission, why else would we have suited up? Never mind being ashamed, I'm impressed we're here at all —

Pepper? Yeah, look. [ Totally listening: voicemails, property damage, blahblahblah. ] Pepper. I need you to check on my desk and tell me if I left a SHIELD briefing there. We need a head-count on whoever was dispatched.

[ Aaand he's just totally going to ignore and interrupt her. Pepper huffs a slightly put out sigh before responding promptly. Tony's big mouth already provided her with this information prior to the mission. ]

You, Bruce, Steve and Natasha. You made it very clear you thought yours and Bruce's team was more superior than that of Steve and Natasha, as per your usual charming manner. [ Beat. ] Why do you ask? Are you missing someone?

But I was working... [Grimacing he rakes both hands through his hair and wracks his brain for more memory of the previous day.] ...it was... oh no, no, I was going to test--

--is that a chicken?

[A small white chicken has just strutted into the room from what can reasonably be assumed to be one of the suite's bedrooms.]

This can't be a mission.

In your case? Probably to show off. We're in Vegas, right? [ she heads to the window and squints at the view, trying to avoid the sun's harsh glare. she turns from it to say something to the other three (since she assumes pepper is listening in as much as she can from her end of the line), but whatever she's about to say is forgotten when she spots the chicken. ]

...why is there livestock here?

[ Watching the scene before him unfold with a vague sense of their collective doom dawning, Tony heads from one room into the other as Pepper recounts the information he needs. Slouching heavily in a doorway just in time to see a chicken waddle through the devastation of the obliterated hotel room, he sighs and passes a hand over his face. ]

We, uh. We've kinda lost Captain America. [ For Pepper's benefit, he clarifies: ] In Vegas.

[ Pepper frowns, thinking she caught someone say something about livestock in the background, but she can't be sure. Besides, she has more urgent matters on her mind. ]

Yeah, this invoice from the Bellagio, among others, kind of clued me in on that. As did one of those numerous voicemails you left me. I now know more about feather-kinis and the art of strategic placement of sequins than I ever wanted to. So sweet of you to think of me when you're out of town, really.

[ She'd better get a great damn souvenir to make up for all of this, just sayin'. ]

And I can't believe you actually lost a national icon in Sin City of all places! That's just bad karma.

It's just one chicken. [Damned if he's going to chase it down, he hasn't even gotten off the couch yet, where it's finally catching up to him that he's fully clothed.]

When did I get dressed if the Other Guy was out and... JARVIS, pause. [Making an appearance on the edge of the screen is a black wedge shoe that might or might not be Natasha's. Considering the rest of the screen is a scene of the Bellagio's fountain, which seems to be going completely haywire while over at the edge of the screen Iron Man and a mostly naked Bruce conspire together over a glowing screen. Disaster is averted when Bruce remembers to hike up his Hulk-stretched pants at the last possible moment.]

No, forget it, just turn it off. Please.

[There's an angry norse god in the other bathroom.

Cuffed to a handrail in the shower.

And the shower is running.

A very angry, very wet, and very crazy Norse god.

But he's not hung over and might know a bit of what's going on. Good luck with that.]

[ natasha's leaned in to get a better look at the video, hoping to find a clue as to where steve might have disappeared to. so far, he's nowhere to be found, but after a moment she hears the water running in the next room. since tony's still on the phone with pepper and bruce is too distracted with his shame to hear, she heads to the door to see who's there.

...oh. fantastic. ]

I'm guessing you've got a hand in all this.

[ Now he's definitely thinking of strategic sequins on Pepper — oops. No, wait, focus. ]

It would be a lot easier not to lose said national icon if he didn't have a pair of spry legs to go skipping off wherever he damn well pleased while we're passed ou— oh. Whoa, what the actual fuck. [ Drawing up behind Natasha, he calls over a shoulder. ] Bruce! We've got a plus-one and he isn't spangly.

[ BRB Instagram'ing his girlfriend a shot of Loki captive in the shower. That's a keeper. ]

Pep, I'm putting you on speaker-phone for this.

[ In true Tony-Pepper form, she's already interjecting her own argument into the exchange before Tony is even halfway through. ]

Oh, please. I very much doubt that Steve of all people would—

[ She cuts herself off at the abrupt change of topic at the other end of the line, frowning at the cursing and hollering. ]

Tony? What's goin— [ Oh okay, speaker phone time. ] ...Okay?

[Well hell, now he has to lever himself up off the couch to see what all the fuss in the bathroom is about. Groaning at the white hot spike of pain that pounds between his eyes, he shuffles over to see past Tony and Natasha before he leans heavily on the wall and passes a hand over his face.]

Someone, someone tell me why in hell we have Loki handcuffed in the bathroom.

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And it only gets worse.

oh shit it's loki GET IN THE VAN

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