A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
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Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
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Original Meme here.

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Tony Stark ¤ MCU

[fe_male]

oh screw it why not :D

[deskjob]

fuck yeah

[fe_male]

[ It had been cold and kind of drizzley earlier, down on the streets as they were departing from what must have been the world's most boring, long, and dull meeting ever possibly concocted to work on international cooperation. It just happened to be in New York City, and he just happened to be one of the mediators between SHIELD and MI6, possibly because this was his conference room, and then they'd insisted he stay, so that the other country could get a sense of with whom they would be agreeing to work.

That was during the meeting. This was after the meeting, when he'd realised she was staying across town and that weather - so cold, rainy, windy, new to the city at night - he just couldn't. No hotels, please, plenty of room here, right? Completely. Stay here, Eve, can I call you Eve? My name's Tony, I don't..... Think they actually let us introduce ourselves. So it's nice to meet you, Eve. There's a pool on the top top floor, past R&D. I don't know, you look, you look like you could be a swimmer. Go have fun with it if you want, if you don't just, this is your room here, mine's way down that way, don't worry. Whatever you'd like.

And he wandered down to his workshop to get some of the muck of the meeting out of his system. Get his brain functioning again. Within about twenty minutes, he'd forgotten she was even in the building with him at all. ]

for when you wake up c:

[deskjob]

( Eve isn't quite certain whether Tony Stark is present at the meeting because SHIELD wants to show off how brilliant their people are (if so, MI6 has Q who is considerably better behaved, thank you), as a warning or as a test of how well the British deal with Yanks, well.

Either way, Eve has plenty of experience in wrangling men with egos. That he offers for her to stay is not surprising, exactly, because she knows how she looks and that men like Tony Stark — men like James Bond, too — like to surround themselves with beautiful women like they're collector's pieces.

When he wanders off, she readjusts her opinion of him somewhat, and it isn't until it's dark outside and she has indeed made a few rounds in the pool that she goes to search for her host. )

Mr Stark?

you're so nice to me :D

[fe_male]

[ Hey, so nobody knows why he had to be there, that's fun. That's comforting. (Also hey, he can be well behaved when he feels like it. It's just not often that he feels like it. Obviously.) Next time he's just going to tell somebody no, instead of being some sort of international cooperation test subject.

Even if she was not entirely a negative sight to see. Yes, beautiful women, it's nice to be surrounded by them, particularly when there's not really any reason not to be, although seriously, he feels like those were pretty good reasons for asking her to bunk over.

Is it dark outside now he didn't notice. That's the beauty of... single-minded focus, or something. Tinted windows. It's the beauty of something he has, anyway. He leans around the diagram he was looking at when he hears the unfamiliar voice, straightening a little when it's placed to the only-somewhat-less-unfamiliar face. ]

Oh, hey, what's up? How's the pool? Warm enough?

i try ~

[deskjob]

( hopefully someone knows. eve assumes that fury does — he certainly didn't seem the type to do anything without a reason, and she can respect that.

his reasons to ask her to stay over were indeed good, and that is why she accepted his offer. both that of staying over and that of the pool, though she'll admit the latter also because as good as eve is at paperwork, as much as she likes -- and excels at -- the diplomatic and administrative parts, she'd loved the physical aspects of field work as well, and having lost that, she sometimes needs another outlet for her energy.

swimming works. )

It's a very nice pool, thank you. ( his informality is both amusing and vaguely vexing; she's still trying to get the measure of him. )

<3<3

[fe_male]

[ No, someone definitely knows. Tony's just really not sure he actually cares enough about it to bother going around and annoying people until he gets an answer that seems like it's not just placating.

Hey, Tony gets that. He's fantastic at just staying here, in his workshop, never really having to go out and actually play with things, fight off bad guys, make people swoon; he could do all of that from right here, even, but there's a whole side of life and yourself that doesn't get met that way. You've got to get up and out and into things, or you're just not plugged in to all there is in a life.

He nods a little bit, sort of already checking back in to what he was doing - he didn't really stop thinking about it when she came in, it's just more for a moment there was a more immediate puzzle, and now that it seems that one's taken care of, his mind is trying to return to the previous one. ] Bored, lost, or hungry?

[deskjob]

( eve likes knowing, but she isn't going to pester anyone just to find out why one tony stark was present at this meeting. there's a time and a place, and an art to knowing when to push for more information and when it isn't worth it.

it's amusing to see, though she only recognises it because she's seen q do it a million times or more: multitasking to some extent, but the majority of attention on whatever he's working on. it's almost the same expression, just on a wholly different face. seems some things are simply universal, no matter what the country or the agency. )

Curious.

[fuckyeahloki]

[fe_male]

[ 'I'll have that drink now', he'd said, and sure, who wouldn't want a drink after all of that, even then in the moment Tony hadn't quite been able to conceal his amusement, destroying half the city, definitely destroying more than half of Tony's tower - oddly enough just the part that he seemed to live in, anyway; all the floors with offices on them were unscratched, as though there'd been some weird aura surrounding the building. And hey, the big fuck-you-I'll-make-a-multidimensional-bridge-if-I-feel-like-it beam had been on top of the roof; maybe they'd actually left it alone on purpose. He didn't know. He also didn't really care, because now was apparently when they were going to have the drink instead - and great, whooppee, fantastic - and he was well into his third or fourth or whatever by this point, looking at all the plastic - not from Loki's attack, this was just new work being done, weird things happen when the top ten floors are all R&D and you're the chief exec in both the R and D divisions. There was a... You know, these things can happen, they do happen, they're wont to happen, in that they actually want to happen, so a small, you know, microcosm that blinks in and out of existence isn't really anything to worry about. Not aside from the resulting backlash that happens to the three floors directly above and below the incident. ]

Back so soon? Pressing matters to get to or do they just not have Scotch in Asgard?

[fuckyeahloki]

[ He's got that hungry look about him, feral, predatory. Not as lean physically as he was before, but the impression of it yet lingers. Loki moves through Tony's open concept like he owns it, not paying any mind as yet to the mortal, only looking, assessing, then smiling faintly at the window he threw Tony out of (only months? A year?) before, a dry chuckle at the back of his throat. ] Memories.

[ He turns, sharp green eyes fixing on Tony, head tilted. Thor is an alien Space Viking, yes, but Loki gives off the impression of Otherness where his brother is an over grown frat boy. ] If you thought Asgard would hold me long, then you're not half so clever as you think. [ But he is alert, and likewise waiting for that drink, Stark. ]

[fe_male]

[ Tony's watching him carefully, trying to look like he isn't doing just that, but in turn, not trying too hard. Loki probably knows already and honestly, dumb people don't watch Loki carefully. Dead people don't watch Loki carefully.

Especially when Loki looks hungry, power running through that frame of his, similar enough to before for Tony to still call it lean, but there's something different, and he can't tell if it's a projection of his ego making him seem different or some sort of aura of crazy, but either way, Tony's watching him carefully.

Memories. That seems safe. ]

Asgard doesn't seem to hold anybody very long. Break a bridge forever, you guys show back up again in a few months, no problem. Send you back with an all-powerful cube, you show up again in my house - does Asgard even have doors or walls or are you all just living somewhere tropical style, with the walls rolled up to the roof and the open air?

[ And hey, what the hell, he was drinking anyway, he might as well get another glass out and pour a couple fingers. Come and get it, Loki. ]

[fuckyeahloki]

Oh no, no, no. [He all but clucked his tongue at Tony, moving towards him with less swagger and more feral grace, a hunting cat about to strike. He takes the drink, studies it for a moment, then inhales before taking a sip.

And pulls a face.] What false offering is this? Tch. Give me yours. [And he's holding his glass out to you, wanting what you're drinking to see if it is better than this swill you've given him. Loki ever preferred sweet meads, after all.]

Asgard is effectively cut off unless one has means other than the Bifrost to travel. That would be Odin with the Tesseract, and myself with all the various pathways between the worlds that the Aesir are too foolish and stupid to realize the value of. [Just a bit bitter. It's hard being the smartest guy in the room, okay?]

[fe_male]

[ Well, sure, be creepy, see if he cares.

And that's cool, just swipe his drink, no worries. He'd poured you a glass of what he was drinking anyway, so you can have his and he'll just slide the one he poured for you back over to himself and drink that instead. No skin off his face. Back. Nose. Whatever. Good luck there, man.

Hey, Tony is intimately aware of this whole 'hard being the smartest guy in the room' thing, okay, no need to feel misunderstood there. ]

So, you can come back and forth, willy-nilly, as you please, and they have massive engineering feats to accomplish before any of them can reliably travel back and forth like you? That's fun. That'll be super fun.

[fuckyeahloki]

[And he's taking a drink out of this glass and- no, still that burn. No, he's not even grateful, because you are an upstart human that will be gone in a blink and he is Loki of Asgard. Though ... not technically at the moment.

Trifles.

But he's smiling at your assessment, that horrible, manic smile.] Oh, your assessment of the situation is apt. They said you were the most intelligent of the lot. [That could almost be a compliment if the line weren't delivered in the tone of giving praise to a small, slow child who just managed to use the toilet instead of wetting himself.]

He'll be coming for your world, too. [Abruptly as Loki looks out over the still recovering Manhattan skyline, then back over his shoulder at Tony.] Oops.

[lokimotion]

[fe_male]

[ He rubbed at his face a little bit, focusing his eyes again and trying to rub some sort of extra energy into his brain from the frictional contact on the front of his head. Even for him, this was scraping the bottom of the barrel, pushing that whole 'sleep, what's that?' and 'food is for babies i'll eat when i'm dead' mentality that didn't really show up when he was in the middle of a good kick in as much as it seemed to do well enough to explain to people afterwards that he just, honestly didn't realize he was hungry and tired until other people started to point it out for him, and that was just annoying, because he hadn't felt it until right then and now he did and he was still working so just go back upstairs and stop talking, mute, go, thank you, bye.

But this had been maybe three or four days and he was tired and hungry and maybe he could turn on a light or two and stop feverishly working on whatever it was he was working on down here in the dark like he was some sort of -- he couldn't even finish the metaphor. Whatever. This was dumb.

Tony straightened up, which JARVIS took as an unsaid cue to raise the lights again, not all the way, but to illuminate enough for someone who was ostensibly about to become ambulatory after staying in one dark place for a very long time, and -- ] How long have you been there?

[lokimotion]

[ It's almost interesting, he thinks, to watch Tony work. He isn't as empty-headed as most and when he's silent, the hatred seems to ebb away to a simple dull white noise. It still exists, but it's easier to ignore in favor of Tony Stark's intelligence. Something that, of course, would be a grander thing to praise and exploit if only his alignment were switched.

A slow sort of smile curls on Loki's lips, one that holds secrets and his own form of mischief. One can never be sure what that contains now since Loki has become wiser to the goings-on around him. Near silent steps as he rounds closer, but not too close. ]

Long enough. [ Matter-of-factly; as if that is all he'll say. But then, ] Is it wise to leave yourself so vulnerable, Stark? And here I had thought you were smarter than that.

[fe_male]

[ Great, so Mr. Likes to be Annoying and Chaotic likes to just stand there watching him work, fantastic. Or something. Whatever. Now that he knows that he's here, he can pay more attention to him.

But, potentially not enough attention, apparently. ]

I'm in my house. Generally one's allowed to be a little off-guard within their house. Do I need to be less vulnerable right now? Should I get the drywall or the glass people on the line for maintenance? Or are we just talking here?

/shrug IDK

[theassassin]

well /i/ like it | and hope this is cool

[fe_male]

[ As far as he was concerned, this was all that any emergency winter weather kit needed - nice blanket, and some irish hot chocolate. Perfect, right? They'd even stumbled across a little shack that was working well enough. One of them had come back in with firewood - at this point he genuinely didn't remember if it had been him who went out and got it or if she had, he was just cold, trying to keep his core warm because it and his feet always got cold first and one was a little more life-threatening than the other, and burying himself into the cushions as far as he could with his half of the blanket managed to work. The water - it had been snow - was coming to a boil, and he could already almost smell the concoction, feel the warmth of the hot-hot-too-hot-mug in his hands as he waited for it to cool - oh it was going to be lovely.

In the meanwhile, he was so cold though that he wasn't even really talking that much. Nothing to be annoying about when you're just not paying attention to it, or when you have a hole in your chest right to your heart and you're starting to slow down because you don't feel cold from the outside so much as you feel it from the inside radiating outwards. He pushes in deeper, curls up more, watches the water as best as he can from this little cocoon he's making. ]

Yes. Good.

[theassassin]

[Leave it to Tony to bring the 'necessary' supplies. Cocoa and Irish creme certainly beats, the shitty instant coffee that's in her pack. No complaints from her side, even after she went out for the firewood. It was clear to her at the time that it would be easier for both of them if she did it. So, she left him there to try to get warm under the blankets, wandered out to the wood pile, dug out a few of the more dry pieces she could find and brought them back in to start a fire.

Once that was done, she did what any good Russian trained assassin would do, went on a quick perimeter check and left the man to do the cooking. Now that she's sure everything is as secure as a remote, nearly run down shack can be she takes a seat on the end of the couch and pulls her damp boots off, before she tucks her feet under her and curls up on the opposite end of the couch.

If it weren't for the fact that she can tell he's struggling with the cold, she might almost be amused by the way he's nestled down in the blanket with basically only his face showing. For now though, she's concerned, more for the fact that she's not going to want to have to write the incident report if he doesn't make it than for any other reason-

really.]

\o/

[fe_male]

[ What.

He'd be a little happier about her presence again if she were going to be a little closer, although some selfish part of him is dancing still, at the idea of not being stuck all the way out here by himself. His armor is over in the corner, needing repairs, and he's having a hard time reaching out to stoke the fire properly, hiding the shiver as well as he can from the woman he's just remembered ran around outside for like, half an hour - maybe it was three, his sense of time is a little off - and now seems to be perfectly okay on the other end of the couch.

Maybe he'll at least try and strike up conversation. He should have by now anyway. ]

Nothing out there?

[theassassin]

[What?

She'd move closer, but she'd rather that she's at least passably warm before she does so, it would be counter-productive to try to assist in warming him if her body and hands are still icy cold from outside.

She stokes the fire and picks up the battered pot when the water boils, his hands are shaking too much for him to do it on his own- though, scaling water would probably solve one problem and create another.

Natasha pours the hot liquid in the mugs and mixes them before handing one back to him and setting it firmly in his hands. She takes her own and settles back against the couch, this time a bit closer to him. She's a bitch, but she's not heartless.

Finally, she answers his question having spent the space between it while she tends to everything and him.]

Nothing, we should be fine.

[She's not sure if the little smile she offers is reassuring or possibly terrifying, but it's the thought that counts right?]

[fe_male]

[ Yes, okay, freezing and burning at the same time would make for a very very whiny Tony Stark, just putting that out there right now. The main reason he hasn't been almost intolerable for complaining so far is because he's trying to seem like there's less of a potential issue than there is. Because... He does that.

Tony watches this process - because what else does he have to do right now - and mumbles a thanks when she hands him the mug. ]

Fine, from whatever's outside, at least. [ It's sort of... both? She's uniquely talented like that. ] Mildly comforting. Do you need more blanket or something?