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First Shield: A lack of unstable molecules...[Action/Voice]

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[Early in the evening of July 9th, Susan Richards wakes up in a very, very strange place, an unfamiliar couch. In YOUR living room. She blinks and looks around, extremely confused. When this strange, blond woman sees you...her eyes go wide she disappears, clothes and all. Astute listeners may hear the sounds of her feet as she gets up and moves away from you and the couch.]

Wha! What on Earth?! WHO are you and WHERE am I?

[Susan's voice is pretty demanding for an invisible person who just woke up in your house, and it seems to be coming from all around you, her powers distorting it.

Maybe you could help talk some sense into her? Explain the situation? Perhaps you're feeling pretty mad? Break time, go nuts! This isn't locked to anyone!]

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[Much, much later, Susan's voice will appear over the journal after she's collected herself and gotten out of whoever's house she wound up in]

Hello everyone. This is Susan Richards of the Fantastic Four. If there are any members of the Fantastic Four, the Avengers, the X-Men, or even anyone that just recognizes my name I would appreciate it if you would get in touch with me. Hell, even if you are just feeling helpful and are willing to share information, I'd really appreciate it. I've just arrived and I need help getting my bearings. I don't want to impose, but I really need some answers.

Also, if anyone comes across a blue jumpsuit with a 4 on it, I'd ask that they not touch it, its made of highly unstable molecules that can react oddly to anyone that isn't me.

[Her voice isn't terribly upset, more confused. Its not like she's never woken up in strange places or been in rough situations alone before. Thats...sort of what the Fantastic Four do!]

(OOC: Feel free to break time with the action portion of the post! I've got nobody in particular who needs to find her so she can wake up in anyone's living room that wants an Invisible Woman)

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[That doesn't explain much--but he has to wonder if that's part of what Billy was so hesitant to tell him. He'd let him off the hook in the hospital, but now...

Yeah, they might need to have a chat.]

I'll be honest, I'd rather be in this position, too. Even if your Iron Man might know a few tricks I don't. I suppose you could spoil me and tell me what neat things I invent, though.

[He's not so sure he wants to be spoiled about much else, though.]

[She agrees that they are going to need to have a talk, eventually. And she's going to impress upon Billy the important of a few things...]

Well, the Iron Man armor gets fairly regular upgrades, either from things you've come up with or things my husband has. You tend to work more on the weapons aspects, but Reed's the world's top scientist when it comes to propulsion systems and shielding technology.

The most spectacular thing I can think of? Extremis. I'm not sure what you did, but I know you injected yourself with a nanite serum that let you interface with the armor better. I remember even Reed was impressed with it.

Is that so? I know it's not exactly smiled upon to wish someone here, but if he showed up, I wouldn't mind a little chit-chat. There aren't enough first-class scientists around.

[#genius inventor problems]

Extremis, hm. [But after his little escapade with palladium poisoning? He's not sure how fond he is of the idea of injecting himself with anything. Serum is Captain America's thing.]

Honestly? I hope he turns up as well. If anyone could...figure a way out of this mess it would be Reed.

[Her voice? Full of conviction there. They've been in this situation before, inescapable prison dimension. Reed got out with math]

Yes, Extremis. From what I understood, you were poisoned by...something, and designed the nanites to repair the damage. But when it was fixed? Well, you recycled them. Reed and I both thought it was pretty clever.

[Oh, there he goes, getting poisoned in that universe, too. Good to know that's a constant. :| Except he didn't repair the damage himself. That was all good old dad's handiwork. And it's the cleanest power source on the planet.]

Food for thought, I suppose.

Yes. I suppose it is.

[And she has a thought...]

Tony, is there something wrong with your heart in your world?

[Oh, goody.] You mean, aside from the kernel of shrapnel trying to kill me every second? Nope. Fit as a fiddle.

Yes, that. My Tony has the same problem, though I've met another Tony Stark from another reality who's got problems with a heart disease, no shrapnel. That...seems to be common to all the Iron Men. I think some things are just constants.

That's reassuring. It's good to know that somewhere, in each of these realities a Tony Stark is teetering on the brink of death. I'd be disappointed, otherwise.

[Cheating death is a regular pastime of his, after all.]

You even sound like him. But, do yourself a favor, and don't overdo it with the scotch, ok? That's something my Tony's struggled with for a long, long time.

[A soft smile]

Speaking of, is there any place in town I could get something a bit stiffer than coffee? I don't, normally, but this is...pretty weird. Even for me.

[Oh, he won't overdo it. He'll just very closely toe the line of overdoing it.]

Good Spirits. Good drinks and good company. Look for the blond bartender when you go for the best mixing.

[But, he's probably biased. Personal friend, and all.]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you Tony. I think I'll head over that way now.

[She laughs. Definitely sounds like the old Tony she knew]

Don't be a stranger, alright? I know I'm from a different reality, but I've always enjoyed your company. A familiar face in a place like this is worth a million new ones.

Might see you down there. Shockingly, I'm one of the regulars.

[Although less so since Pepper showed up. It's nice when there's actually company to keep in his own house.]

Besides, I'd like to hear more about you and your special suit. Kind of an interest of mine, you know.

Well, if you'd like to join me, I'm wearing it right now.

[She laughs.]

If you're there, I'll see you.

That might be worth the trip. See you in a half-hour.

[Which is basically Tony Speak for an hour. Usually. But he may more or less be on time thanks to Pepper, who will be accompanying Tony as he enters the familiar atmosphere--pay no mind to the crutches and leg cast. Not like he got mangled on the moon or somethin'.]

[Closer to on time. Pepper is a bit wary of Tony meeting Sue in person, considering her own encounter of the woman earlier and the conversation between her and Tony that Pepper had seen. But Sue had given her word, so hopefully his interest really was in what Sue was wearing. Either way, Pepper invokes her SO privileges and comes along.

So yes, Pepper's back to opening doors for Mr. Mangled-on-the-Moon. They'll make their way over, and Pepper will smile to the woman.]

Hello again. I guess you changed your mind about having a stronger drink.

[Sue doesn't bat an eyelash, and smiles back pleasantly at Pepper. After her conversation with Billy and with Steve, she was feeling pretty much like a drink would've been in order.

She's not going back on her word, in fact she's already spoken to Billy.]

Hello again Pepper. Yes, I did, after my conversation with Billy. Our worlds timelines match up within a few months, so we had a long talk about the state of things. It'll help me sleep, honestly. Exciting day.

Mrs. Richards. [Look, he'll even start off by invoking a bit of formality. Don't get used to it.]

Enjoying our little village so far? You have to admit--between the wars and monthly experiments, it has its charms. [Cheekily.]

[Pepper is so proud of that formality. Even if she knows it won't last.]

I can't say I blame you. There's a lot to take in the first day. [Pepper's first day had ended in the same bar, in fact. And Pepper doesn't miss that Sue talked to Billy, but she doesn't press. Especially not with Tony right there.

And speaking of, Pepper will wait until Tony gets settled to get his crutches out of the way, propped safely against a wall.]

I'll be back in a minute. [Pepper smiles to Tony, then heads off to the bar to order one scotch and one vodka martini.

And yes, there will be olives.]

[Sue, for her part, has been there for a short while and has been gently nursing a whiskey-sour. She hadn't drank much since the kids were born but tonight it just felt right]

So far, its been nothing but accommodating. It's got a nice atmosphere though, like Reed's cousin's place in Scotland. And please, call me Sue.

[She raises her glass and nods at Pepper, leaning casually against the bar and giving Tony an appraising look. A broken leg? Well, she hasn't seen that in a long time...]

What happened to you, Tony? One of those experiments?

I'm thinking Susie. [Formality gone. Here comes the nicknames.

He hauls himself into an adjacent seat before ditches the crutches against the counter top, watching Pepper go before answering the question.]

Got into a little scrap on the moon with a spartan with giant wings. [That's not even half the story, but it's all he's going to tell.]

[And she's back ~~it's MAGIC~~ with said drinks. Tony gets the scotch, and Pepper settles neatly into the chair next to him.]

Thankfully he's getting the cast off soon. [Very thankfully. The restriction on recreational activities is less amusing the longer it goes on, even if Pepper is determined to stick to it.]

[She shrugs. Thats...exactly what her Tony Stark used to call her before all that mess. Besides, its what Ben calls her...and provided he doesn't add a Q its no big]

Well thats good to know. And...did you say spartan on the moon? One of the battles you mention then?

[Consider her nonplussed. No real thrill, the moon.]

Welcome back, Pepper.

[He sips the scotch before answering--and yes, thankfully the cast is coming off soon indeed. He would have thought twice about getting busted up in space had he known the consequences would be so severe.]

A draft. The Spartan-like ones are our assigned enemies--the Third Party.

[Assigned because, well, they don't exactly choose to fight them.]

I wouldn't be surprised if we're off the hook for awhile, though. Drafts don't come around often.

Thanks.

[All eyes are on Tony then, and Pepper takes the opportunity to eat one of her olives. It's not a story she likes to hear, even if Tony is thankfully not giving details.

At least this one ends well. Hopefully.]

If you didn't just jinx it.

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