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π’Ήπ‘œπ’Έπ“‰π‘œπ“‡ π“ˆπ“‰π“‡π’Άπ“ƒπ‘”π‘’ ([personal profile] becloaked) wrote in [community profile] piscesnebula2024-01-21 10:34 am

here shall we live in this terrible town [ strange + tony ]

where the price for our minds shall squeeze them tight like a fist
and the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have ears
but we'll dance in their dark and they'll play with our lives
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-01-20 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not too hard to get Tony to come to a fundraiser - just mention free booze, and he'll be there. (The likelihood of it being decent free booze is pretty low, but Tony gets past the point of caring about that remarkably quickly.) The eye candy doesn't hurt, either, even when it happens to be making cracks about illegitimate children.

"Sixteen? I thought they were up to twenty by now." Tony waves it off, orders another martini from the bar just for the olives. "I'll worry about it if any of 'em ever bring a paternity suit. They just milk the rags for money. I mean, do the math; twenty kids wouldn't put a dent in my cash. Except, wait, it's all going up my nose, right?" Another common tabloid rumor. It's not that Tony hasn't tried coke - god, he was in his late teens at the height of its popularity - but it's never been one of his vices of choice. Thankfully, Rhodey always managed to discourage trying the hard stuff more than once.

"I like my brain unscrambled too much for that." Tony grins at the man - Strange, was it? "Surely you can appreciate that in your line of work, hm?" Even however many drinks deep he is, he can still remember names and jobs, at least for people he deems interesting enough to bother with. And Strange happens to fill out that tuxedo in an absolutely fascinating way.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-01-23 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Tony's probably fueled a lot of those rumors just by being able to toss off deadpan retorts like that to people who don't know any better. He's just eccentric enough that whatever he says might be true, no matter how outrageous - he inherited that much from his father, who had his own fair share of rumors about illegitimate children back in the day.

"Please," he drawls around the swizzle stick in his mouth, "I'm a trust fund idiot with an excellent PR team. But one thing they don't have to exaggerate is my intellectual prowess." Tony waggles his eyebrows as if to imply that his sexual prowess isn't exaggerated, either. "The DoD falls all over themselves to buy the latest Starktech, all invented by yours truly."

Maybe it's a little over the top, but Tony's had too many drinks to be subtle at this point. "How many zeroes on the check to prove you wrong? Or do I have to play a game of chess with you?" He bites back another question, not quite sure yet if he's reading that look correctly. It would probably take a lot to get him on his knees, anyway.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-01-24 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Chess is the classic 'my kid is smarter than you' obnoxious show-off move." Howard Stark might not have gotten along with his son, but that never kept him from using Tony to lord it over anyone he needed to impress. Tony's not at the grandmaster level of chess, but he knows the most common strategies people who think they're good use, and he knows how to counter them. "'Course, I'm buzzed enough to count as a handicap, if that's what you want. Calc is still way too easy, honestly."

Truth is, Tony loves showing off just as much as you might imagine. If he had enough tools to build a robot here and now, he probably would, just to prove a point.

"A robot," he continues, wiggling his hand in the air, "eh. Not so much that I can't do it as much as it's just not feasible at a hospital fundraiser. But if you're ever in Malibu, I'll introduce you to the first one I ever built." God help him, he has a soft spot for his little inept robotic claw. "Or, a bit closer to home, I've got a natural learning AI implemented throughout my house." Well, penthouse, plus a few extra floors, if they're really being pedantic. (The mansion on Fifth Avenue is nice, but also a fucking mausoleum. Tony likes the places he's made his own.)

"Besides, it would give me a chance to get away from your director - god, five specialists? Has he even heard of a budget?" Judging by the watch Strange is wearing with his tux, they don't exactly stint the specialists they already have, and imaging machines don't come cheap, either. He'll take Strange, who at least isn't blatantly angling for a donation right now.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-01-26 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, award ceremonies at fundraisers. Another useless hunk of glass and/or metal to add to the collection." Tony tips his glass to Strange with a touch of irony. "Where would we be without them?"

But oh, he catches that interest in Stephen's eye - he's still not sure if it's intellectual or sexual or if the difference really matters (it doesn't).

"Well, I also could be persuaded to offer a nightcap of substantially higher quality than you'd get here." There's a slight arch to his eyebrow that implies that a very different nightcap is also an option. "Never let it be said I'm a poor host, after all." Heaven forbid.

As the lights begin to dim for the speeches, Tony flags down a server for another champagne flute in the nick of time. If he has to listen to doctors talking about things he doesn't care about, he's not going to do it without a drink.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-01 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Depending on the ceremony, Tony's been known to offer pithy commentary on the speakers - whispered, of course, because he's not that rude - but he doesn't have much to say about anything related to medicine. Even he can tell how dull the speakers are, though, and he responds to Strange's eyerolls with a sardonic quirk of his lips.

The problem is that Stephen himself gets far too technical in his speech - something Tony normally only does to annoy people - and loses his audience. Tony could probably give him a few pointers on public speaking (it's second nature to him by now), but he isn't sure how well Stephen would take the critique coming from someone as...erratic in his speeches as Tony (a polite way of saying he's been known to get shitfaced and entirely off-topic). Anyway, the man's a neurosurgeon; he doesn't have to get up in front of crowds that much.

"I'm sure they only think of them as useful for imaging." Tony shrugs. Again, not his area of interest; he doesn't deal with biology, and anatomy largely only interests him when it comes to hands-on study. The concept of Strange's innovation is fascinating, but he's lost in the execution of it. "But, hey, at least you don't have to know what one is to contribute money for one." He snorts and finishes off his own glass.

"So, are we going to excuse ourselves now? Because I've about reached my limit for polite mingling here, I'm afraid." Not with Stephen, obviously, but the rest of the crowd.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Another couple drinks might have Tony making a crack about ponies and riding, but for now, Stephen is relatively safe from the font of innuendo that is Tony Stark. It doesn't stop Tony from thinking it and letting his gaze linger on Strange's body a moment longer than necessary.

"Drive myself in New York?" Tony quips. "What kind of rich person do you take me for?" Absolutely not a sober one, and Tony is well aware of his own reputation. Talking to Stephen has kept him from having quite as many drinks as he might have had otherwise, but he's still not willing to risk driving.

A word to one of the coordinators has them heading to the exit, where Tony's car and driver are already waiting. Tony gestures for Stephen to get in when the driver opens the door, and he walks around to the other side to settle in. He'll make sure the appropriate donation gets to the hospital sometime soon - enough to make the director rethink his opinion of allowing Stephen Strange to hobnob with the crowd, though maybe not enough to fund any of his goals.

As he leans back against the seat, Tony's already pulling the knot of his tie loose. "So, what kind of demonstration are we looking at here?"
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not me googling engineering jokes in a panic

[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-10 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
The first engineering joke that comes to his tipsy mind is one that Stephen won't appreciate in the slightest, but given Tony's sense of humor, he thinks it's hilarious. "What's the difference between a doctor and an engineer? A doctor kills people one at a time."

Ha, ha. Listen, Tony might be known for seducing people, but he can also be pretty damn good at shooting himself in the foot sometimes, too. That doesn't keep him from pulling his jacket off while he's at it, just to prove his dedication to Strange's requests.

Of course he's gotten naked in several of his cars before - including fancier ones than this - but the travel time is too short for most hijinks. Besides, the jet is much better for fucking.

"Present company excepted, obviously," he adds once he's free of the jacket, showing at least a modicum of self-awareness. Tony decides to tack on a second joke: "How do you know God's a civil engineer? Nobody else would put a sewer system in the middle of the recreational area."
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-11 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Tony might be obstinate for the sake of appearances - and due to a long life of pushing back against his father and the board of directors - but when it comes to sex, he's overly eager to please people. And he's willing to do all kinds of wicked things to make Stephen laugh like that again.

"Anything complex - mechanical, chemical, the like. Civil engineers are practically architects, so they're at the bottom of the pyramid. And I'm at the top, of course." He smirks at Stephen as the car stops smoothly. Even though he's already taken his jacket off, he doesn't want to appear too eager by leaping out of the car like he's about to fuck in the elevator. (This probably isn't one of those nights; Stephen at least deserves a good drink first.)

Tony leads Stephen through a quiet and elegant lobby to the elevator, hitting the button for the penthouse before leaning oh-so-casually against the wall. "Are you waiting for me to undress you?" he teases Stephen. "Because I feel like things are a little unbalanced right now." Just to toy with him a little more, he pops the first two buttons of his shirt open.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-13 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I did design my house in Malibu," Tony points out, "but a house perched on a cliff is an exception that proves the rule, I think." Not many people would be reckless enough to attempt to defy physics like that, but Tony isn't just anyone, and his house isn't just any mansion. Maybe Stephen'll get to see that for himself someday.

Even though Stephen barely touches Tony when he unbuttons his shirt, Tony hums with contentment. "A good start," he agrees, trying to play it cool. The elevator comes to a stop, and the doors slide open on the first floor of a split-level penthouse. An impressive bar stretches nearly the length of one wall, facing an equally impressive view of the skyline.

"Does this count as the first date?" Tony asks as he steps behind the bar. "Just so I can keep track." He rummages through the bottles for a moment before taking out one bottle full of amber liquid and two glasses. "And if it doesn't, I might bump you down from preposterously expensive scotch to just really good, so no pressure."
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-15 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Tony leans in as if confiding a secret. "Hey. You're cute, so I'll bump you up to preposterously expensive, just this once." Maybe 'cute' isn't the right word to describe Stephen, but humor sparkles in Tony's eyes as he pours them both glasses of scotch. "Don't tell anyone else, though, or they'll all insist on the same treatment."

He slides one glass across the bar to Stephen and picks up his own, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the aroma of the booze.

"Honestly? Part of it's just killing time with something to do. You're right, though, it is good PR to be seen at charity galas - the reporters get a picture or two, my image as a philanthropist is maintained, stockholders are happy." And he's used to it by now; he's been going to these things since he was a teenager and able to be trusted to behave himself in public (mostly). Some people get to spend their weekends going on dates or watching movies at home, and Tony Stark goes to charity galas. "My dad had to do it because he was new money and it was important to establish himself with the rest of the rich assholes, and I guess he impressed that on me. Or he passed on a tendency to find one-night stands at benefits, but the first one sounds marginally better and doesn't make me think about my dad sleeping with half of New York before he met my mom." Tony makes a face and takes a sip of his scotch like it'll clear his mind.

"And sometimes you do meet interesting people. Case in point." He gestures to Stephen with the hand holding the glass. "But I believe you wanted to meet JARVIS. You up, buddy?" That last is directed towards the ceiling, although Tony doesn't really need to look up.

"For you, sir? Anytime." A disembodied voice with a crisp British accent seems to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"This is Doctor Stephen Strange. Strange, this is JARVIS, my NLUI. He runs my houses, juggles my schedule, helps with schematics, and probably a half-dozen other things I'm forgetting."

"Only a half-dozen?"

"And he learned sarcasm from me, which is why you should never invent something smarter than you are." Tony shrugs. "You want genius? There it is. Ask him whatever you want."
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-17 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I learn, as you put it, primarily by assimilating data into an interconnected series of neural networks. Some data is automatically collected, such as speech, while some of it involves algorithms and programming written by Mr Stark. For broader informational purposes, I am capable of searching the Internet and acquiring a knowledge base from the results, although that does introduce the potential for human error into the process. Depending on the area, there may or may not be a trial and error process in learning - in modelling parts for engineering, for example, where the goal is to produce something within a narrow range of results. I imagine it would be much like assigning an engineering student homework, except that I am capable of running calculations faster and far more accurately than any human being."

"I've been cobbling AIs together for years," Tony offers, leaning forward to watch Stephen interact with JARVIS. "JARVIS is the end result, and the one I actively work on improving, but I have the framework for a few others started. Nothing quite so extensive, though. He's probably accessing your ACT scores as we speak."

If he is, he doesn't offer them up, but Tony's sure he'll find a compiled dossier on Stephen Strange waiting for him tomorrow morning.

"Learning simply...is, to answer your question. A human absorbs knowledge constantly without knowing it. My algorithms analyse data in the background while I perform other tasks. Is there such a difference between the two?"
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Considering how much my time is worth and the fact that I'd have to build each AI from the ground up, I'd say only a select few people - half of whom I don't like - could afford it. JARVIS as you see him right now is the cumulative work of over a decade, and I don't think I would ever call him finished. I've been working on interactive hard light holograms for, oh, a few years now, and I still don't have the tech working yet. Hell, just that would be worth a ludicrous amount of money. But you're right about the ethics of it; I might be a weapons dealer, but I still wouldn't trust, say, the Pentagon with an AI, no matter how much they offered me for it." Tony takes a drink, savoring the flavor. He's not going to go in depth explaining that JARVIS wasn't just developed as a digital assistant, but as something of a friend for him, because that sounds silly and pathetic. But he likes to think that overall, the original Jarvis would approve of what he's done, and that approval is worth more to him than any amount of money.

"So, have I sufficiently impressed you with my genius yet?" Tony sets the glass down and spreads his arms wide, like he's showing off to a meeting of shareholders. At least Stephen, unlike the average investor, is capable of holding an intelligent conversation. But right now, Tony's more interested in seeing how long that conversation stays intelligent once he gets Strange's clothes off.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-02-26 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, Tony thinks, self-satisfied. Plenty of people throw themselves at him, but he always likes a good challenge, working to win someone over till they make the first move of their own volition. It's like chess, but more interesting, especially with someone as intelligent as Stephen Strange on the other side. He bites the inside of his cheek for a moment to hold back a grin (or maybe a smirk) as Strange draws closer.

"Mm." Tony leans in and nibbles Stephen's lower lip. "Imagine if you could get a 3-D wireframe model, too. Get in there and see the problem from all angles without all that pesky brain tissue in the way." No hospital could ever afford anything like that, but he's not going to burst Stephen's sexy little bubble. "Figure out just how you need to perform surgery before you make a single incision. It'd be revolutionary."
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-03-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretty sure I'd also have to become a neurologist, too," Tony quips, though it takes a moment for his neurons to start firing again after that kiss. Despite the name, a neural network isn't quite the same thing as an actual working model of a human brain; it's just borrowed terminology. "But, you know, what's one more discipline to learn in my free time?"

He runs his hands flat over the lapels of Stephen's jacket before he grasps them firmly and moves to push the jacket back off over his shoulders. "The supercomputer would be the easy part of it, to be honest." Biology isn't his best area, but he's learned a thing or two about different sciences - and, since he's Tony Stark, "not his best area" qualifies as "above most people with degrees in the field".

The real problem with what Stephen's envisioned is time - the kind of project he's envisioned is something that would take a full team of scientists a solid decade to complete. Like Tony said, JARVIS is something he's mainly put together in his spare time; he still has to pay the rent, so to speak, by inventing new toys for the DoD. Fancy science shows might be Nobel Prize-worthy, but the likelihood of most hospitals being able to afford something like that is incredibly low.

Which doesn't stop Tony from leaning in and mouthing a line of kisses down that long neck of Stephen's. It's a very attractive neck; he'd noticed that earlier.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-03-07 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Something about the way Stephen pushes him up against the window while kissing him flips a switch in Tony's brain - yes, he does very much like being manhandled, at least by Stephen Strange - and he gives as good as he gets as he reaches up to twine his arms around Stephen's neck.

"JARVIS, privacy mode," he pants in a seeming non sequitur. He needs to turn the video cameras off before he finds himself getting fucked up against those windows - not that he doesn't like a little exhibitionism, but it's just weird when it comes to JARVIS, and Strange hasn't consented to being recorded. "And you would be amazed at what works sometimes. This lady in Bern had a plant once- anyway. Not the point."

The point is revealing more of Stephen's chest as he pops the buttons one by one and pulls the ends of his shirt free from his pants, and Tony pauses once he's done to lose his own jacket, just to even things out. "Would you like to take this conversation to the bedroom?" he asks with a curl of his lips. He doesn't bed men often enough that he keeps a stash of lube in every room, no matter what anyone might claim. It might be a little optimistic to assume that's the way things are going, but he is Tony Stark.
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[personal profile] futurist 2024-04-09 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I did not defile the plant." Tony's voice is a little too breathy to pull off an indignant huff right now, but he gives it a good try before Stephen captures his lips again. He can't quite remember the rest of the story about the plant right now, but it obviously doesn't matter when there are so many other things he could be doing with his mouth, like exploring Stephen's mouth with his tongue.

For the moment, Tony is happy to let Stephen keep kissing him; there are other potentials bubbling to the top of his brain, other suggestions from his libido, but they can wait for a few minutes, at least. Much longer than that, and he'll start to take matters into his own hands, but he's still interested enough to see where Stephen decides to go. He gives a little shimmy with his hips to encourage him, maybe to see what those hands he's been sneaking glances at all night can do.