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Well isn't this just a fine fucking day. Finishing Tony's new arc reactor in the nick of time... so they can crash the damn Expo. To deal with actual supervillainy. Sure. Okay. Getting stuck dealing with Potts and Happy Meal and that damn liar. Well at least the latter two take off to do... something. Scaring the shit out of Hammer is a delight, though. Caroline could happily do that all day. Maybe break a couple nonessential bones. You know.

Potts looks like she's not sure whether to be viciously amused or terrified. Caroline's okay with either. Or both. Both is good. Watching Hammer get dragged off by the cops is a goddamn delight. Four for you, Potts. Caroline might almost completely forgive her, just for that. Too bad being in Potts's semi-good graces lasts all of a few minutes, because it becomes readily apparent that they need to evacuate due to, oh, evil robots. (You know. No big deal. Just some evil robots.) Potts wants to stay until everyone else leaves but Caroline's having none of that. This isn't a damn ship. No one's going down with the Expo. It takes dragging, yelling, and threats of actual violence to get her into the damn car. Caroline's almost disappointed she doesn't actually get to shove Pepper Potts in the trunk of a car. Oh well. Maybe next crisis.

...Wait, she's still due to be fired. Shit. Anyway. One montage full of maniac stunt driving later, they're pulling back up to the Expo. Now that the robots aren't going to explode. Since that was a fucking thing apparently. Caroline tries not to look to smug when Pepper goes kind of grey in the face at that. Now it's time to... uh. Pick up the pieces, she supposes. Mostly Caroline wants to know if Tony's all right.
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Caroline is not having a good day. To-- Stark's party ended early all right, but not in the way he'd suggested. It ended in chaos and a firefight. If she ever sees Rhodes again, she might be going to prison. Then she got to spend the rest of the night calming down Potts and tallying up the party guests to make sure they all got out unharmed. That was fun. And time consuming. She didn't have a free moment to herself until almost lunchtime. Which is when she realized she hadn't yet heard from Tony in any capacity.

And then Potts roped her into some other meaningless chore that isn't actually her job, and it was mid afternoon before she could get away from that. Still nothing from Stark, not even a "stop calling me I'm sleeping." And not only has Caroline not heard anything from him, no one has. Caroline's beginning to suspect the worst. But she's never been much of an optimist. Then there's something from Rushman, and it takes forever too. This isn't even her damn job, for fuck's sake. The next round of busywork from Potts is enough to get her to yell again. Why didn't she do this twelve fucking hours ago? Christ. The drive to Stark's house is unpleasant. She's wasted so much time on these stupid errands that it's dark already.

She knows it's bad when she hits the alleged construction zone. There's no construction here. This is bullshit. The suggested detour, of course, offers no way to actually get to Tony's house. So she good naturedly thanks the "construction worker" she flagged down and follows his directions... until she's far enough out of sight that she can park her car in a ditch and continue on foot. Caroline can think of at least six people or organizations who'd want to set up a perimeter around Stark's house, and none of them are people she'd want anywhere near him. Hopefully she doesn't get shot today.

It takes a while to get there on foot. Especially since she doesn't want to be seen. When she finally arrives, it's... quiet. Instead of the army or Justin Hammer or some kind of super villain there's... one guy in a suit? Some accountant looking asshole. Very government. But just the one of him that Caroline can see. What gives? The place should be crawling with agents, shouldn't it? Hmm.

He may only be one guy, but Agent H&R Block is a fucking problem. He's pretty damn good at keeping an eye on things. Caroline's not sure how she's going to sneak past... Oh. There's a vent. A vent that's not on this guy's patrol path or in his line of sight. Well that's fortunate. There's just enough cover for her to get to it and be out of sight while she pries the grating off. It's-- she has to smother a laugh. It's Tony-sized. Agent Beige couldn't follow her through this unless he removed some limbs first. Perfect.

As she shuffles through the vent, Caroline gets occasional looks at various rooms in T-- Stark's house. Nobody rifling through his stuff or anything, no government thugs... No nothing. Are they guarding an empty house, or is all the action down in the basement? It's probably the latter. God. She has to pop another grate and climb out to get to the basement. She really doesn't have the time to root around in the vents to find one that'll take her downstairs. Taking the actual stairs down is the big risk. If there are people downstairs, they should be paying attention.

...But there isn't anyone downstairs. Just Stark's music blaring from the lab. She cautiously approaches the door. She peers through the glass, but she really can't see anything. Well. Here goes. Caroline taps her passcode in and pulls open the door. She really doesn't want to do this. But she's been expecting this, honestly, ever since she found out T- he was dying. Doesn't make this any nicer, though.
anthony_e_stark: (variables you can't prepare for)
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Parties have always been Stark's thing. Since he'd been old enough to enjoy the attention showered on him, he's been fond of them. Can't get enough of 'em. Would throw them for anything. Special event? Good business deal go through? It's Tuesday? Time to party. Birthday parties are doubly so.

Not so much this time, though. Despite having been the lifelong life of the party this is exactly the last place he would like to be right now. That's not a sentiment much of anyone around him would believe - well, mostly. There's at least one person who might've backed him on refusing this shindig. Not that anyone else would listen, even if she yelled again.

Shame, he thinks, staring down at the spiderweb of dark veins radiating out from the arc reactor while his computer screen cheerfully lists his new and improved expiration date. Palladium concentration: 89%. Not like I'm gonna get another one after this.
lichfield: (we'll see about that)
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Caroline stalks down the stairs towards Stark's basement lab. She's mad enough that anyone paying attention can actually hear her stomping down the steps and over to the door. Normally she's quiet enough to sneak up on people. She just-- she can't. She taps in the code to the lab and-- snarls to herself as it beeps smugly at her and doesn't unlock the door. Calm down Lichfield. She takes a deep breath and re-enters her code. There. She cracks her neck and pulls the door open. Hopefully she's not interrupting anything important.
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Caroline really doesn't understand how she has the job, but she's not going to question too loudly. It's not even the job she applied for, but that's honestly not that weird for Stark Industries. She's just... ended up in a very different position. As one of Tony Stark's new babysitterspersonal assistants. And now after what feels like half a lifetime of being herded around by Rushman and especially the soon to be new CEO Potts, Caroline's finally allowed do to her goddamned job.

It didn't take very long for her to be called to the lab to help with... something. She actually can't tell if it's a case of Stark's genius going over her head or if he's messing with her. Hell, it's probably both. Whatever it is he wants, hopefully he will actually explain it to her when she gets down to his basement lab. Yeah. Apparently Stark doesn't do going into the office, so she gets to tromp around in his stupidly huge house. Not weird at all, nope. At least he doesn't call it "Stark Manor" or anything. She gets down to the lab and approaches the glass. She can see him in there doing... something. Caroline knocks on the glass briefly and then steps back to wait.
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