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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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[doesthemath]

[Flirting is one thing, but insinuating somewhat crudely about her relationship with the other Tony is another entirely. Not resisting the urge to roll her eyes, even though her half-smile remains, Wanda shakes her head.]

There is no tail showing or swizard washing between us, thank you.

[What has she gotten herself into?]

And I think for now I'll take your word for it you're tail free. After all, we've only just met.

[manofiron]

Sure thing.

[ He shrugs easily, not perturbed. What happens between the man she knows and herself isn't really something he's all that interested in. ]

No offense. Just making conversation.

[doesthemath]

Mhmm.

[With a quirk of a smile still on her lips, she leans in again, resting a her chin on her hand, elbow on the console ledge itself.]

I don't mean to imply we can't get to know each other more, of course.

[manofiron]

I'm never going to say no to getting to know a beautiful woman.

[ And he doesn't just mean that in the sexual sense. ]

[doesthemath]

Glad to hear it. I imagine you're getting up to speed with a great many people right now, however, so perhaps I ought to leave you to that and we can meet in person at a later time or date?

[Because he's Tony Stark, and Wanda knows that there was another one here before. He's bound to be mobbed right now by people glad to see him, trying to figure out what he knows, if he knows them, and so forth.]

[manofiron]

Can't say I'd mind running into you again.

[ He nods, flashing a smile. ]

It's a date. I'm going to hold you to it.

[doesthemath]

[Flashing a smile back as well, she nods.]

By all means. Until then, Tony.

[She disconnects.]