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When you gotta go, you gotta... GO?!??

Well, that was a fun little adventure. Let's go exploring, and run into crazy people screaming about guys in superpowered suits, and then shoot said guys in suits. He wasn't up near front since he didn't have any firearms on him, which meant defense was limited. Plus everybody yelling didn't let him really get in to talk, not that he really wanted to. Though their fearless leader's pretty hot when she's take charge and yelling.

Not that he'd ever say anything. Unless she asked... Maybe.

In the meantime, he found himself with an urge to visit the little boys room, and small problem. He needed to find where the heck it is.

Hey wait, that looks kind of... promising...

.............

"....yeah, I can hold it." Fidgets nervously.

"No, I can't..."

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"Did the mystery meat come from a sphincter? 'Cause then I can understand the typical part." My, my. Despite Tony's banal, almost polite tone, real horror shuddered through him. Of course, he'd been priviledged. Hell, he'd about broken the grading curve, even when he was years younger than other students.

At least the guy didn't seem to be irritated with Tony's currently .. well, bitchy attitude.

"I guess the food's the least of our worries." If either of them lived long enough to get used to the food, well, they might be lucky. Who knew what the feature held?

"Anyway, I'm Tony. Glad to meet you, kid." He didn't have to lie about that, not entirely.

"No, but you'd think so from the smell at times? Uh, good thing for snack food." Total opposites then since Xander and school were kind of uh... well, he did work hard for his D's?

And he sort of knew, and dealt with people with attitudes before.

Xander did stop himself from saying that he knew already, and just grinned as he offered his hand. Hey, he's a fanboy, but he can be cool and subtle about it.

"Me too. I'm Xander."

"Maybe we can lift a vending machine from somewhere. I'll have to make sure there's a place to plug it in." Dark eyes were suddenly hopeful at the prospect. Sure, he didn't want to eat Baby Ruths for the rest of his existence, and he'd probably come down with scurvy or something, but it was better than the alternative.

Did he really, really want to shake the hand of a guy who'd just been in the extra-terrestrial shithouse? "This place is going to turn me into Howard Hughes or something." A murmur, almost to himself, but he took the kid's hand, shook it in a quick, business-like fashion. "Well, Xander is a step up from 'hey, you.'" That guy's grin, though. "Does my reputation precede me? I've already gotten one lecture today." Though it didn't matter, negative or positive, he did enjoy talking about himself..

"So you're a demon-crushing person, or some such?" Anybody who wouldn't start screaming until something important ruptured.. well, they'd need to work together on this. Tony could believe that much.

"Hey, just find a portable generator somewhere too, and we'd be all set." Xander's face had lit up at the prospect. Since he was already missing HoHo’s and potato chips before the idea came up.

He nodded, “Yeah, it’s like what the ship said, let’s just say you are very famous especially with certain people.” Read: comic book fanboys. (Since Xander came in before the movie had premiered back home.)

Off the demon crushing comment he replied, “Yeah, demons, vampires, namely if it’s something weird and nasty causing a lot of problems, we deal with it.”

"Well, yeah, have to run it with something." Tony hadn't quite hit the 'jonesing' stage when it came to junk food, not just yet. Personal experience told him that he would in the next three days or so. Unless something presented itself to distract him, or course. Once he started working, then he tended to forget minor details. Like eating.

Famous? Do tell! He just seemed pleased to hear that, a vague little smile managing to creep across his features. "Well, as long as we don't pick up any more girls that want to kill me, then that's just fine." It wasn't as though he were the shy type.

Demons. Vampires. "Well, that's a good thing. I guess. If we run across blood-drinking beasts from outer space, anyway." The guy might come in handy. Of course, it seemed like everyone here had a special talent or two.

He was about to ask who would, since he's Iron Man, but then thought better of it.

"Hey, I can handle alien beasties too, no problem. I'm an equal opportunity guy when it comes to beasties to take care of."

For a few moments, there, Tony had an uncharitable thought- was this guy pulling his leg? Yes, they were in an odd situation, and they all came from weird chunks of alternate universes, but who stood there and pretty much proclaimed that all these things were no sweat?

"Promise? Because, you know, I've never seen an alien. Unless you count the ship, so I've seen one now, but.." Let alone vampires and the rest of that shit!

Was Tony actually feeling nervous? If this wouldnt do it, then what would?

"I'm glad somebody feels sure of themselves." A grumble, but it wasn't really a dig at Xander. Perhaps one aimed more at himself.

"Well can't promise until we see it, there might be screaming in terror before the smashing and stabbing happens. Usually how it goes for my team." More along the lines of act confident in lieu of screaming (manly bellowing) in terror, and then fight anyway.

Alright. The image was funny, finally, and Tony had burst out laughing. "That's a good policy, I think. Scream, then bash it until it stops moving." It seemed to work well enough. This guy was still alive, right?

Right?

Cool he made Iron Man laugh! And then he tried to get his brain to shut up with the gleeing fanboy comments.

"Or stake it so it goes poof, or whatever works. Just how it is."

Still alive, just missing one eye. His own sacrifice to the fight, along with more personal ones.

Well, the missing eye, sure. It was still surprising to Tony that the boy didn't end up as vampire-chow. Well, not entirely. It was like a kid pretending to be a pirate, the eyepatch barely seeming to fit with the mannerisms and appearance. The laid-back attitude and everything combined almost didn't fit.

So thought the billionare playboy superhero. Right. Best to not jump to any conclusions.

"I'm used to fighting with people, you know? You strip down the technology and the weapons, and they're just as mortal as anybody." There was a disconcerting lack of techology here for him to butcher, too. Most of it seemed, well, necessary.

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