We're the kids in America,

[arrogantalloy]

WHO: Tony, Bruce, Thor, Steve, Clint, Natasha.
TONE: Vaction-y, and group bond-y.
RATING: PG
WHEN: Backdated (9th - 14th July)
WHERE: Heathrow Airport, and New York
WHAT: Tony is taking his collection of misfits to New York.
STATUS: Ongoing

[It's that time of year again when Tony packs up and goes to New York for a week or two. But this year is different. This year he's actually decided that not only does he have friends, but he likes them enough to invite them to his second home in his Upper East Side penthouse apartment.

He plans to make sure everyone has a good time and hope that it doesn't turn out to be the worst week of his life.]

Comments

The Runway of Heathrow Airport.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony for once, isn't messing around and deliberately holding up the plane to make peoples lives difficult.

In a weird show of responsibility, Tony arranged for cars to pick up and bring his friends straight to the tarmac, out front of his father's companies private Boeing 737.

In side the jet, it looks more like a comfortable lounge area than it does an actual plane, with three attractive flight attendants who will attend to everyone's needs. Jarvis is in the plane, making sure everything is prepared.

Tony leans against the travel stairs leading up to the plane, waiting for the others to arrive.]

[brothor]

[Thor feels pretty awkward through most of the ride. As much self aware awkwardness as he's capable of, anyway. Still, he manages to grin at Tony as he steps out of the car and he strides over to offer him a hand to shake.

Oh. You may also notice Bruce is thrown over his shoulder. He had seemed alright when he got in the car, but he gradually seemed less keen on the idea of getting OUT of the car. Thor, being the great friend he is, gave him a helping hand.]

I brought you a present.

[arrogantalloy]

[Just as Tony goes to give Thor a greeting nod, he can't help but just stare stoically at his designer Bruce shoulder bag.]

Looks a bit big for me to take on the plan. Maybe we should stick it in baggage and I'll open it up when we get to the Penthouse...

[He grins, unable to not find Bruce's predicament funny.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Has long since given up on fighting since customs, BUT NOW-!

Flails, nearly kicking Tony in the face as he kicks.]

Thor, let me down right now! You can't make me get on that damn death trap!!!

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony leans back sharply and takes a few steps back, lifting his hands defensively]

I'm almost offended by that. This jet has a great safety record. I fly in it at least 4 times a year in it and I haven't even had to deal with turbulence. Would you just calm down.

[Tony looks at Thor]

I'd keep a good grip on him, if I were you.

[brothor]

Calm down, Bruce! The flying machine is probably safe! Muggles use them all of the time!

[He nods in agreement, holding a little tighter onto the other boy.]

[greenmoonrising]

Probably? Probably!?

[FLAILS]

[arrogantalloy]

Not probably at all. God, would you stop freaking him out. Unless your trying to tire him out. Which works I guess.

Flying in a muggle aeroplane is safer than crossing the street. I promise.

[Not that Bruce could see it, but Tony has his deal face on. That charming mix of confidence and persuasion]

[brothor]

I would not lie to him and I did not know how stable it was. [Says the guy who does the "LOOK MA NO HANDS" trick on a broom.]

See! Crossing a street is perfectly safe! Unless you trip and it is busy!!

[greenmoonrising]

Yeah, except crossing the street doesn't involve being up in the sky in a metal box-!!!!

[arrogantalloy]

You really aren't helping, Thor.

Bruce, really. You're getting in that plane one way or another, and I have no problems tranquillising you. Or having Jarvis full body bind you.

Under your own power, or under ours, you will be going to New York in a flying metal box.

[actuallyspeakslatin]

If this is the plane, I'm wondering what your place in New York is like.

[Okay, Natasha was impressed, but she's trying not to let it show.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony chuckles]

It's bigger, with better decorations.

But then the penthouse doesn't have flight attendants that make a fantastic ice cream sundae.

[actuallyspeakslatin]

I'm sure there will be something to make up for it.

[arrogantalloy]

Don't worry. It makes up for it because it's in New York. Where all the culture is.

[actuallyspeakslatin]

No, the culture is back in Russian. A good time is in New York.

[arrogantalloy]

Nowhere that has that much snow for most of the year could have that much culture.

But that's not the point I'm trying to make, every culture is there. Therefore New York is where all the culture is.

[actuallyspeakslatin]

I'll believe you, we're in the same house after all.

[arrogantalloy]

Finally a time when being a Ravenclaw works for me.

[patrioticspells]

[Have a Steve, not looking at all baffled at the airport or the plane. He has a small bag, and he fidgets with the straps.]

You have your own plane.

[Note that he does not sound impressed.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He does in fact notice how unimpressed he sounds]

Technically, the plane belongs to the company my father started.

[He gestures to the rear or the plan with it's Stark Industries logo on the rear of the fuselage]

It actually works out cheaper and more conveniently for us to use it, instead of flaying first class and having to shuffle through customs for hours.

[patrioticspells]

I see.

[He's really just uncomfortable because being around such extravagant uses of money, and it shows. He holds onto his bag tightly, nervous and bluh this is a poor start.]

Is this the only one?

[arrogantalloy]

It's the only 737. But there's two Gulfstream V's that state hop. But I've never been in them. Anything that needs me to be here on Stark Industries business only happens when I'm here for gala events or some fund-raiser that shows muggles, or wizards that the Stark Heir is still showing a keen interest in his fathers legacy.

[He shrugs vaguely at the fact he's occasionally used as a show pony and gestures to the flight steps]

Let me show you inside. We'll get you a soda and some cheetos.

[Tony waits for Steve to go up the stairs first]

[patrioticspells]

[He keeps frowning and looking uncomfortable, trotting up the stairs and into the plane.]

Cheetos don't sound like standard plane fair.

[arrogantalloy]

[Follows after him and gives his back a curious look]

It isn't?

[Has only travelled in this jet, so he has honestly no idea]