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[#008] A Pigeon and His Coop (MCU/Assassin's Creed)
Theme Prompt: Rooftops
Title: A Pigeon and His Coop
Fandom: MCU/Assassin's Creed
Rating/Warnings: No warnings, Tony Stark is just being Tony Stark
Bonus: No
Word Count: 994
Summary: A resident Assassin makes a routine rooftop visit to the Stark Tower. This is set after The Winter Soldier but before Age of Ultron.
"Pardon the interruption, sir, but our bird visitor seems to be around again." JARVIS' voice cuts through the silence in the tech lab, Tony being startled and practically jumping up to hit his head on the bar of metal above him. There's a curse there somewhere, him sitting up slowly again, palm to his forehead in exasperation.
'The bird visitor' is a mild term he's started using recently, ever since these people started showing up after the whole fallout with HYDRA. 'These people' being Assassins. The way they move and jump from buildings and nearly kill themselves with heights, he's amazed they don't all have concussions or broken necks by now. Either they want to win the annual Darwin Award or they're just insane. Neither would surprise him at this point.
JARVIS waits for a moment or so in the quiet, observing as Tony finally manages to get himself on his feet without any further difficulties, and puts his tools down. The tone from the system sounds curious, if not a little amused itself. "Shall I tell him you're currently unavailable, sir?"
Tony sighs, aggravated, and heads upstairs, grabbing a bag of ice in the process. At the question, he waves away the suggestion. "I'll take care of him. If it's the pigeon, I'm not gonna be left alone. Not unless I want a headache later."
"Very well, sir. He's in his usual location."
"Of course he is." There's another sigh, and Tony waits for the doors to open so he can proceed to head outside. He doesn't even need them to be open in order to see his visitor, honestly. The beaked hood is enough. What is it with Frenchmen and rooftops? Almost every French guy he remembers meeting has a thing for heights, not to mention doing drunken stunts next to or off the Eiffel Tower. And this one? Well, the pigeon has a habit of staying here until he gets Tony's attention. Which varies from simply standing on the rooftop to actually arriving inside the Stark Tower uninvited.
Greeting the intruder isn't difficult, at least. They're all friendly and approachable in that aspect. This man in particular has a habit of visiting at the worst times. At least this time he isn't giving him problems. Yet.
As Tony approaches, he can see that the other's smile is wry and perhaps a little wistful, turning his head to face Tony clearly, now. "Well, that's a new record. I didn't imagine you could get up here in less than five minutes. I didn't even have to crawl through the vents this time."
Tony doesn't even have time to say anything before he's interrupted. "Need I remind you sir, I've taken new precautions to prevent you from doing so in the future."
"Hello, JARVIS." The visitor replies, pleased to be told his plan would be thwarted.
"Good day to you, sir Pigeon."
A brow goes up. "Pigeon? Really, monsieur? You had him call me Pigeon?"
"What? You're up here enough you might as well be, refusing to use a door like a normal person." Tony shrugs, tossing the bag of ice aside. He'll feel the lump on his head tomorrow morning.
"Doors are for common people, Monsieur Stark. We're not common people. And I have a name, you know. We all do."
"Tony," he corrects. "Don't tell me- it's something ridiculous like Francois Napoleon III or something." Tony grabs a glass from a nearby cabinet and offers to grab a second one for his visitor, only to have it waved off.
The Frenchman shakes his head, amused. "My name is Arno, monsieur. Arno Dorian. No extraneous titles included this time."
That gets a snort before Tony takes a swig of his glass, setting it back down and crossing his arms. "So what's your secret club up to? Finally make a secret handshake and all that?" When Arno chuckles and shakes his head, Tony continues. "No, but seriously. You don't visit unless you've got something for me."
It takes a moment, but Arno brings out what seems to be a long silver plate with a metal hook overlaying the base. There's a spring-lock that looks out of joint, and the holster itself is bent as if weight was applied in the wrong section. "We're returning something of yours."
Tony spends a good moment studying this contraption, brow furrowing at Arno before he looks back up at him. "What the hell did you do to it?" He knows this piece well- it was made to test traveling and carrying people between wide open areas in the air. But it was never broken like this. He doesn't even think some of the bending in here was even possible in his original plans.
"We tested it, as you asked. It did well on lower ledges but started to falter when we tried to move between skyscrapers."
Tony nearly does a double-take. "I'm sorry, did you just say you tested it between skyscrapers??"
Arno laughs, smile widening. "Unfortunately, Mr. Stark, not all of us have the luxury of a flying suit of metal. It'd be a little suspicious."
"And you guys gliding between buildings isn't?" He rubs his face at that, still bewildered. "Actually, do me a favor and don't answer that. I'm pretty sure I already know the answer."
"You can blame the twins, if you'd like. They're the ones who tested it."
There's more grumbling than a coherent answer at first. Tony takes the piece in his hands and studies it, notes the injuries made and looks over the damage. "Okay, scratch the skyscraper traveling, I'll come up with something else. Just try not to get yourselves killed next time."
Arno chuckles, but nods at the sentiment. "You don't have to worry about that. We're professionals."
Tony sighs and gives him a smirk all the same, resigning to the fact that despite the annoyances he receives from them, they're not all bad. "Yeah, you and your whole coop."
Title: A Pigeon and His Coop
Fandom: MCU/Assassin's Creed
Rating/Warnings: No warnings, Tony Stark is just being Tony Stark
Bonus: No
Word Count: 994
Summary: A resident Assassin makes a routine rooftop visit to the Stark Tower. This is set after The Winter Soldier but before Age of Ultron.
"Pardon the interruption, sir, but our bird visitor seems to be around again." JARVIS' voice cuts through the silence in the tech lab, Tony being startled and practically jumping up to hit his head on the bar of metal above him. There's a curse there somewhere, him sitting up slowly again, palm to his forehead in exasperation.
'The bird visitor' is a mild term he's started using recently, ever since these people started showing up after the whole fallout with HYDRA. 'These people' being Assassins. The way they move and jump from buildings and nearly kill themselves with heights, he's amazed they don't all have concussions or broken necks by now. Either they want to win the annual Darwin Award or they're just insane. Neither would surprise him at this point.
JARVIS waits for a moment or so in the quiet, observing as Tony finally manages to get himself on his feet without any further difficulties, and puts his tools down. The tone from the system sounds curious, if not a little amused itself. "Shall I tell him you're currently unavailable, sir?"
Tony sighs, aggravated, and heads upstairs, grabbing a bag of ice in the process. At the question, he waves away the suggestion. "I'll take care of him. If it's the pigeon, I'm not gonna be left alone. Not unless I want a headache later."
"Very well, sir. He's in his usual location."
"Of course he is." There's another sigh, and Tony waits for the doors to open so he can proceed to head outside. He doesn't even need them to be open in order to see his visitor, honestly. The beaked hood is enough. What is it with Frenchmen and rooftops? Almost every French guy he remembers meeting has a thing for heights, not to mention doing drunken stunts next to or off the Eiffel Tower. And this one? Well, the pigeon has a habit of staying here until he gets Tony's attention. Which varies from simply standing on the rooftop to actually arriving inside the Stark Tower uninvited.
Greeting the intruder isn't difficult, at least. They're all friendly and approachable in that aspect. This man in particular has a habit of visiting at the worst times. At least this time he isn't giving him problems. Yet.
As Tony approaches, he can see that the other's smile is wry and perhaps a little wistful, turning his head to face Tony clearly, now. "Well, that's a new record. I didn't imagine you could get up here in less than five minutes. I didn't even have to crawl through the vents this time."
Tony doesn't even have time to say anything before he's interrupted. "Need I remind you sir, I've taken new precautions to prevent you from doing so in the future."
"Hello, JARVIS." The visitor replies, pleased to be told his plan would be thwarted.
"Good day to you, sir Pigeon."
A brow goes up. "Pigeon? Really, monsieur? You had him call me Pigeon?"
"What? You're up here enough you might as well be, refusing to use a door like a normal person." Tony shrugs, tossing the bag of ice aside. He'll feel the lump on his head tomorrow morning.
"Doors are for common people, Monsieur Stark. We're not common people. And I have a name, you know. We all do."
"Tony," he corrects. "Don't tell me- it's something ridiculous like Francois Napoleon III or something." Tony grabs a glass from a nearby cabinet and offers to grab a second one for his visitor, only to have it waved off.
The Frenchman shakes his head, amused. "My name is Arno, monsieur. Arno Dorian. No extraneous titles included this time."
That gets a snort before Tony takes a swig of his glass, setting it back down and crossing his arms. "So what's your secret club up to? Finally make a secret handshake and all that?" When Arno chuckles and shakes his head, Tony continues. "No, but seriously. You don't visit unless you've got something for me."
It takes a moment, but Arno brings out what seems to be a long silver plate with a metal hook overlaying the base. There's a spring-lock that looks out of joint, and the holster itself is bent as if weight was applied in the wrong section. "We're returning something of yours."
Tony spends a good moment studying this contraption, brow furrowing at Arno before he looks back up at him. "What the hell did you do to it?" He knows this piece well- it was made to test traveling and carrying people between wide open areas in the air. But it was never broken like this. He doesn't even think some of the bending in here was even possible in his original plans.
"We tested it, as you asked. It did well on lower ledges but started to falter when we tried to move between skyscrapers."
Tony nearly does a double-take. "I'm sorry, did you just say you tested it between skyscrapers??"
Arno laughs, smile widening. "Unfortunately, Mr. Stark, not all of us have the luxury of a flying suit of metal. It'd be a little suspicious."
"And you guys gliding between buildings isn't?" He rubs his face at that, still bewildered. "Actually, do me a favor and don't answer that. I'm pretty sure I already know the answer."
"You can blame the twins, if you'd like. They're the ones who tested it."
There's more grumbling than a coherent answer at first. Tony takes the piece in his hands and studies it, notes the injuries made and looks over the damage. "Okay, scratch the skyscraper traveling, I'll come up with something else. Just try not to get yourselves killed next time."
Arno chuckles, but nods at the sentiment. "You don't have to worry about that. We're professionals."
Tony sighs and gives him a smirk all the same, resigning to the fact that despite the annoyances he receives from them, they're not all bad. "Yeah, you and your whole coop."
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