capeandcowllogs | Close the City and tell the people

Who: Tony Stark, a skrull body, and YOU! (This is also a mingling type of thing if you wish!)
Where: Avengers Mansion: the basement lab
When: Sunday through idk, whenever?
Warnings: Some sciencings! A dead body! There may be more autopsy-esque things in here!
Summary: Tony got ahold of the Skrull's body. This is all for education!! Also to look at everyone who comes because he monitors everyone :(
Format: Para to start, tag yourself in as you like!

809 Fifth Street. The mansion with the large A on the gates was something of a dead giveaway. They weren't open, but at a new arrival, it was likely they would. The yard itself was silent. The path to the mansion proper was blocked off with a rather familiar suit that looked a lot like Iron Man who would stand there, and point the way to the exterior basement entrance. Once in, a lot of the side projects and other tables have been cleared, and there's essentially just a Skrull's body. Tony's nearby in slacks and a button up, looking over that something that looks like an iPad (but it totally isn't!!!) his fingers tapping against it gently as he moved around the body.

There were cameras above, watching, listening in. He might be focused on the tablet for the moment, but he was pacing, waiting to educate. With the information about the Skrulls compared to what he'd known he'd been doing, he knew that hadn't worked. It had not worked. Futile. He'd thought keeping it secret had kept down the paranoia, would cause fewer problems. It hadn't. Who had been the one who suggested that? Jessica Drew. He was going to try something different, and maybe-- Maybe with all the different superhumans, different powers, things may have a better chance?

So he was going to at least try, and give some of the people a look at it up close if they wished. See who was interested, and who wasn't. And who could help out with any information he gave out. Not that he would give out all of it to anybody, paranoia only stretched so far. Things like Skrull biology, skrull society, he could share that, though. It wasn't exactly common knowledge, but common enough with the superhuman community.

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He looked up at the figure, noticing as soon as he walked in. He flashed a smile, but looked back at the body with a frown, his hand rising to his lips.

"That depends on if we're talking about your run of the mill shock-troop, or super-skrulls. At their core, they can be just as weak, or just as vulnerable as a human soldier. The problems come in when they're given powers. Then it can vary depending on the power, like with most superhumans."

He pondered that for a moment before he nodded in understanding. He was hoping for something a little more concrete, but it wasn't the impossible situation some were making it out to be.

"So when they shift, the weaknesses of the person they become is also their weakness? Is that a sure thing?"

The people who knew skrulls were fighting a lot of things right now. To them, the skrulls had marked a period of extreme paranoia, Tony himself was fighting it, the impulse to hide the body, pretend nothing was wrong, and fight in secret, but he had to try something new. The data, the intel from the future, of all things, was enough for him to open a bit, give some basics, educate.

"As far as I know. Tactically, they want to invade in secret, completely replace the people they're after. They take their powers from the original owner."

"And once they replace their targets they what? Get to work on killing the rest of humanity?"

He was getting a better understanding of what made the Skrulls such a threat, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to fight them without making mistakes. But then, that's probably what the Skrulls were hoping for.

"What happens if we're wrong? If we decide someone is a Skrull be it turns out they're not?" He motioned towards the body. "Is killing them the only way to know for sure?"

He shook his head. "As far as we can tell, yes. Hopefully, the body will lend to something more, but we're not sure yet. They're imperialistic, I suppose is the best way to put it. They're spreading their territory, and in my world, Earth is a point between them and another space-faring race that they're at war with," he looks down at the body for a moment.

That was the absolute last thing they needed, was another Kree-Skrull war. Were the Kree here? He didn't know, and the fact that he didn't was frustrating. A moment, and he wished Reed was here. Even with all of the extra boost his nanovirus gave him, Reed was still smarter.

"The fact that they can look just like us, completely like us, is why they're so dangerous. We have to be vigilant for anything, but we can't jump to every conclusion, either. If we do, it's going to be mass hysteria."

He crossed his arms and stared at the body silently, turning the information around in his head. "No, I'm not saying we should jump to conclusions, but do we even know how many of them to expect? And if there was one among us already, who is to say they haven't already started replacing people?"

He smoothed some hair back out of his face and sighed heavily. "The more this drags out, the more paranoid people are going to get about who they can trust. Mass hysteria could hit at any time."

"These are, essentially, the big questions, I'm afraid," he admitted, looking straight down at the dead body, right at the closed eyes. He'd closed them himself. He couldn't stare directly at an open-eyed skrull, whether it was dead or not.

"Thankfully, the panic isn't what they want. They like to go in clean, hence the infiltration, but it doesn't help us any more than it helps them." He looked away from the body. He'd been looking at it for too long. Staring at it wasn't going to actually solve any problems.

"I don't think we've been formally introduced. Tony Stark."

"It seems like a pretty damn if we do, damn if we don't situation." So much for retirement. Not that he expected he'd be able to stay out of the costume long after showing up here. But he liked pretending that he had a choice, even though that choice had been taken as soon as he became 'Apollo'.

He uncrossed his arms and held out a hand, a smile made its way to his lips. "Apollo. Nice to meet you."

"A pleasure," after he shook the hand, he looked back down at the body. He couldn't stop looking at it. The same thing had happened back home, and he hadn't been able to look away from a skrull dressed as Elektra, one dressed as Candy Deconnick was equally fascinating, for the same reasons. Although, why Candy?

Why? He couldn't figure that one out. The superhuman community itself was probably the biggest thing they'd face. Why an outsider to get access to the systems? Why, why? He looked away.

"It's a bleak lose-lose. We've always come out on top, thankfully. The Superhumans from my world are prepared, I want to make sure everyone else has the same chance."

"I'm sure everyone appreciates you and your team giving out information like this. It will probably save a lot of lives now that we all know what we're up against."

Apollo felt a similar fascination while looking at the body. Just thinking about what this race could do was intriguing enough, but actually seeing one was altogether something different.

"That's what I'm hoping for, but understandably, I'm skeptical," he admitted, a wan smile crossing his face. "It's almost too much to hope for, but I'll keep crossing my fingers, for what little good it will do."

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