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immortalmuses · 3 years
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A closed Starter for @affcgato​‘s Tony Stark
|| May 8th -- 13.06 hrs EST -- Stark Tower ||
          As a Fortune 500 company, Stark Industries fields thousands of incoming calls every day. Each one is handily redirected to its appropriate recipient via the AI switchboard programmed to work in coordination with reception. But separately, there exists a private line. It’s known only by the exceptional few, an encrypted number that goes directly to the Stark Tower Penthouse. And when this line receives a call, it is automatically answered by JARVIS himself. 
          "Stark Industries, how may I direct your call?"
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          "Jarvis." Bruce sighs down the line, his voice worn smooth with exhaustion and something else (something much harder to explain, not quite relief). "-- Thank God.... Have you seen... Is Tony there?"
          "Doctor Banner, how nice to hear from you again." JARVIS returns, his voice losing some of the mechanical rigidity of an answering service, "I'm afraid Mr. Stark is currently in a meeting with prospective Stakeholders. Would you like me to take--"
         Bruce cuts the A.I. off, a thread of impatience (desperation) bleeding into his tone. "Right, right. No. I mean... I'm sorry, Jarvis. A message won't be much help. I've.... there was an incident. I sort of lost... control." He draws in a gulping breath, the sound split with static through the call's connection.
          "...I see. Is that why you are calling from a payphone outside Süleymaniye Camii in Istanbul, Sir?" JARVIS inquires, unfailingly polite.
          Despite himself, Banner laughs, a throaty noise that’s weak and almost bemused. "....yeah. That'd be it. Long way from home, huh?"
          "I shall alert Dr. Stark of a {Code:Green} and deliver the coordinates to his suit." JARVIS replies, already pinging both Tony’s personal devices and the Suit-Room in the Tower. 
          "Thank you...” Bruce breathes, “I didn't... I'd rather not be picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D..." Relief rings true in the physicist’s voice this time, words roughening with an emotion he doesn't want to examine too closely. "...I'll just ...wait here."
          "Very good, sir."
          There’s the non-sound of hesitation, a clicking on the line that suggests a faltering connection, then-- "...And Jarvis? Could you.... Ask Tony to Bring a pair of Pants?"
           "Of course, Doctor Banner. He will be with you Shortly."
          The call drops, but elsewhere in the Tower, Tony's Personal PADD lights up with a notification marked 'URGENT'
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