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[manofiron]

[ The video begins with a dark-haired man centered in the middle of the frame. He’s got dark eyes, a precisely cut goatee, and hair that’s a little too styled to be naturally that neat. There isn’t a lot to see beyond his chin, he’s sitting too close to the camera, but what can be seen looks vaguely like a shirt of shiny red metal.

His brow knits almost immediately after the feed starts recording, his expression edging toward disbelief as his lips twist into a mild frown. ]

Look. I get it. In a time of crisis, rationing’s necessary to keep resources moving in the right direction. Perfectly understandable. You guys needed to save your turtle. What responsible citizen wouldn’t do their part for that noble cause?

[ There’s a slight hint f sarcasm creeping into his voice, as though he’s heard the whole turtle spiel already and not only hasn’t been impressed, but also doesn’t really buy it either. Not even after having spent half a day scouring the network for information about what’s really going on here before making this video. ]

But really? Twenty bucks?

[ The low, indistinct murmur of another voice can be heard, though what it’s saying and who it belongs to is anyone’s guess. Whatever it says, it’s enough to make the man roll his eyes. ]

Juulan. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. The point — [ Whether he’s talking to the camera or the unidentified voice is unclear. ] — is that it isn’t enough for a day, let alone the entire bogus adventure.

[ It isn’t so much the way he looks at the camera – his eyes have never left it – but the change of his tone, less querulous and more curious, that indicates that he’s talking to whoever’s on the other end of the console. ]

So really. Turtle propaganda aside. What’s a guy gotta do to get some decent money around here? Sell his organs? Hit the street corners? Scrub barnacles off the bottom of the turtle? What?

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[backwordscompatible]

All of the above.

But you'll be happy to know that most of us here are on our best behavior. We've had enough issues with people abusing their powers already.

[Not that she's naming names--COUGHSADIEANDKORRACOUGH--or anything.]

[manofiron]

Best behavior? Is that fun? I'm not sure that's any fun. The last time someone told me to be on my best behavior I was so bored I fell asleep.

But seriously. Magic users. I've only known a crazy one. What do the rest of you do for fun?

[backwordscompatible]

[You know what, Tony? She's changed her mind. She likes you after all.]

Oh, you know, the usual. Hang out with friends. Go to the park. Bit of crime fighting on the side. Nothing big.

[manofiron]

I do that too. Well, substitute go the bar for go to the park. I don't really go to parks all that much. But I do do a little world saving on the side. You know. Nothing big. Apocalypse prevention. That kind of thing.

We should hang out some time. Can you fly? With your magic, I mean. Because I can fly. We could go flying maybe. That's always fun.

[backwordscompatible]

You too, huh?

[Though no bars for her. Pepper would disapprove, for one.]

Yeah, I can fly. Looking for a race?

[manofiron]

I've been known to enjoy a race now and again.

[ He grins. Now and again really translates into all the time. ]

Any time you'd be up for it, I would be too.

[backwordscompatible]

[She gets the message.]

Anytime, anywhere.

I'm ready whenever you are.

[manofiron]

Give me ten minutes? That sound good?

[ He's not even kidding. Maybe he should be, but he's not. ]

[backwordscompatible]

I'll be on the roof of 3A in the Wood Sector.

You know where that is?

[Because, clearly, there's absolutely no way a plan like this could ever go wrong.]

[manofiron]

No, but I bet I can find it.

Look for the guy in red and gold armor. That'll be me. See you in ten.

[ Standing up, he gives her a wink and cuts the feed. He might fly past it once or twice on the way there, but between him and JARVIS, he'll get there in the ten minutes. Just as promised. ]

[backwordscompatible]

[Red and Gold--?]

[The first time he flew by, she realized what he meant. Huh. Kind of looked like a blinged out Red Tornado. Only with slightly better people skills.]

[She'll just wait until he realizes where she is. Sitting on one of the roof ledges patiently, legs lightly swinging back and forth.]

[manofiron]

[ He does fly past once, and it isn't until he's about a block and a half beyond her that JARVIS points out that he overshot his destination. Turning around, he's still in the middle of an argument with JARVIS over his poorly timed demonstration of his sense of humor when he drops down out of the sky and hovers beside her. Flipping up the faceplate, he gives her a smile. ]

Tony Stark. In the metal. I'm kind of cheating, I know. But this — [ He taps a finger against his chest. ] — is the only way I can fly.

[backwordscompatible]

[She rises to her feet to greet him, tilting her head upward with a smile. Way up; he had at least half a foot on her, easily. Even for fifteen, she was still relatively small.]

I'll file a formal complaint later. Right now...

['Etativel pu' The words seemed to echo around them, a boost of power lifting the petite girl into the air, until she was eye-level with the Iron Man.]

I think you have a race to lose.

[manofiron]

[ For once, he's not the shortest person in the room, figuratively speaking. Of course, he's taller with the suit on, but it doesn't look like it's the suit that's giving him the advantage now.

It's fascinating to watch magic at work. He's only ever seen Loki do it, and then it required some sort of scepter, at least insofar as he knew. But this, this is apparently just words. He wants to ask about it, and maybe he will later. But for the moment, she's right. There's a race to fly. ]

That depends on whether you're using the magic to cheat or not. Which, for the record, you shouldn't.

[backwordscompatible]

Says the man who showed up in full body armor in a race against a 15-year-old girl.

[Who is totally going to leave him in her magic dust, by the way.]

[manofiron]

We're flying. I can't fly without it. If I could, I wouldn't have worn it.

[ Although maybe he could make a suit that has no other purpose but to fly... ]

Count of three?

[backwordscompatible]

And I can't fly without my magic. So no more complaining, got it?

[A nod, and she braces herself for a real takeoff.]

Once around the Turtle, meeting right back here.

One...two...

[manofiron]

Deal.

[ He waits for her to count down and when she hits two, he takes over. ]

Three!

[ And takes off, thrusters at just below supersonic. ]

[backwordscompatible]

[Whoa]

[She was nearly thrown back from the force of his thrusters, but recovered quickly enough. Giving herself a quick magical boost, she was right on his heels.]

[manofiron]

[ He's tracking her as much as he is following the path laid out for him on the suit's HUD. Magic's still largely an unknown to him, but he's got to admit that he's impressed that she's keeping up with him so easily. Looks like this might turn out to be a challenge after all. ]

[backwordscompatible]

[She'd raced a Green Lantern before. Granted, he was a super-softie and most likely let her win. But, to her, it was the part where she raced and won that matters. She'd also gone toe-to-knee with Superman (slight height difference there as well). This was not her first spin around the Turtle.]

[But it was the first time she found herself falling behind. Which was completely unacceptable. So she called out a bit of a power boost, drawing more from her own energy, and gradually began to speed up.]

[manofiron]

[ Despite how he acts, if he loses, he's not going to be that torn up about it. It's a fun exercise and an interesting test of the properties of magic, whatever the outcome. He really does want to learn more about magic. Has since a psychotic alien came to Earth and showed him it exists.

He's watching her as closely as he's watching his path. Coming up on a turn, not willing to overshoot the turtle and end up out in the middle of the sea, he banks slightly into a curve that will eventually take them back toward where they started. ]

[backwordscompatible]

[Wheras she was definitely in this to win.]

[The turn was a little wider for her, not quite as ready to spin on a dime as he. But she made up for it by going up and over rather than just out, hoving far above the sea. The salty air hit her full-force, and she grinned a little as her body spun around, diving straight down to come back to a near neck-and neck with Tony.]

Come on, old man. That the best you can do?

[manofiron]

[ This is fun. He's not going to play coy and pretend it's not. Behind the faceplate of the helmet, Tony grins at her question. Maybe it's a little audible in his voice as it's amplified by the suit's comm system. ]

Middle-aged. That's not old. That's like decades away from old. Why? Can you go faster?

[backwordscompatible]

Maybe. Let's find out.

Og retsaf!

[...in hindsight, maybe not the most elegant spell she'd ever cast. But it did the trick; within seconds, she was pulling out and ahead of Tony, just as the finishing line came within sight.]