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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"Okay. Is anyone else coming?" He wasn't sure how long he was meant to stay, not that he couldn't handle it. Standing and guarding was, in fact, what he was named for. He hovered by the door, not wanting to get any closer to the skrull body yet, but he knew he would have to face it eventually.

"It's exactly the same as before, isn't it?" He said, walking over carefully. "Do you ever wonder if this world is a direct alternate to our own? Or--" He stopped, not looking at the corpse. "Maybe they got here the same way we did."

"I don't know," he admitted. "I've had my theories, but..." he looked down at the body, lips pursed, eyes focused on the green skin, textured chin. "Nothing substantial. There's nothing in the planet's history, wouldn't they have attempted to take over earth before now?" idle thoughts out loud. He shook his head.

"I've never seen any come from other Stark Tower," and he watched with good reason. "We're caught on our back. I didn't think this was ever a possibility."

Bob smiled a little bitterly. "There's no way to know for sure. Anyone who shows up could be a skrull already in disguise," he said, before adding: "Hypothetically. Knowing that doesn't put us anywhere but where we started."

He still wouldn't look, instead crossing his arms and facing toward the door.

"What if they don't want to invade?"

He fallowed his line of sight for a moment, before staring back down at the body. He couldn't help the constant frown on his face.

"If they don't? Then I want to know why they wanted access to the network, and why they impersonated someone with ties to us? What were they trying to do?"

"I don't know," Bob said, frowning. "It could have been a scout for another organization. Or an accomplice. Maybe they're trying to steal one thing in particular. Or take care of someone in particular. Maybe we were supposed to find her out. Or -- I just think we shouldn't make assumptions yet."

He pressed his lips together, tapping one leg in mild agitation. Or rather, restlessness. He kept expecting the skrull to wake up -- as long as he didn't look at it...

"No, we shouldn't." He sighed. He needed to look away from the creature, but it kept drawing his attention. The sickly green, the sharp features, pointed ears. He felt like there was a mystery to be solved, a deep secret of their biology, the way they'd managed to remain hidden, if only he could figure it out.

"There are a million possibilities, and all we have is what we know of the Skrulls from our world. Biologically, they're the same, but still..." he trailed off. What if they weren't invaders?

"Or maybe she didn't know she was a skrull," Bob added, after a few moments of quiet. His skin prickled at the thought -- the idea that a skrull might not know. The idea that anyone... even...

He took a breath.

"There's no use speculating about things we can't know, I guess. We just need to be careful."

"Very careful, yes."

The thought that one could be a skrull and not know it, that was even more sickening. A Manchurian Candidate in every home? The skrulls weren't that good, were they? The couldn't have gotten that good. How would they alert sleeper agents across the world, if they were going that route? How would they know that much about a person?

"We can't let our guards down. I know it sounds paranoid, and it probably is, but I'd rather make sure the lot of us are cautious instead of too trusting right now."

"Right," Bob said quietly, eyebrows furrowed in thought. His thoughts cycled, never letting themselves finish. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"I think I'm going to stand outside the doors. It's kind of claustrophobic in here."

He nodded, eyeing the door. "Go ahead, I think I've got everything I need," he looked down at the body, and then caught himself.

"Thank you, by the way. For coming to help out."

"Anytime," Bob said with a nod, turning to walk toward the door. His heart was beating quickly, but his expression didn't show it. "It's what I'm here for."

Close the City and tell the people

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