wedonot | TWENTY EIGHT ✖ VOICE/SPAM

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Mr. Stark has been taken down to Level Zero, and he'll remain down there for three days. Just so everyone's aware.

[Private to the Admiral]

I need all the alcohol removed from Mr. Stark's room, as well as anywhere else he's stashed it on the Barge. I'd also like an unmodified, non-Stark Industries wheelchair, please.

[Warden Filtered, minus Jean, Clint and Steve]

I lost the use of my legs in an accident approximately two months before I came to the Barge. Adjusting to life without them has been- [Awful, and honestly, he really hates giving all of you even this much information about it. He doesn't like talking about himself or how he feels about things, least of all the stuff that actively bothers him.] Difficult. When I first came to the Barge, it was with the promise that if I graduated an inmate, I would have full use of them restored, which, admittedly, [And there's some self depreciating humor in his voice at this.] must seem a bit selfish to most of you.

The point is, I don't know that I can wait until an inmate of mine graduates to be able to walk again, especially in light of [His voice sticks in his throat a little and he clears it awkwardly.] what happened, last port. And the fact that such events are just another factor of living here has made me start considering other alternatives, because I certainly don't have plans to leave. I have a few more things I'd like to ask the Admiral about that are a little less time sensitive and potentially dangerous before their resolution.

So, if anyone has information about technology or procedures or anything that would be able to help repair the damage, I'd appreciate being able to discuss it with you.

[Private to Ariadne]

I'd like to sincerely apologize for Mr. Stark's actions and assure you that it won't happen again.

[Private to Sara]

Mr. Barton's post apparently inspired Mr. Stark to get it in his head that drunkenly attacking your inmate with a weapon he was planning on making from cannibalized parts of my wheelchair was an excellent way to spent a Sunday evening. I'm working on coming up with incentive for him to avoid this sort of plot in the future, but I thought you should be informed.

[Private to Clint]

Mr. Barton? I'm Mr. Stark's warden. We should speak.

[Private to Natasha]

I don't know how much of what happened last night you've been made aware of, but I think I need to speak with you, regardless.

[Private to Steve]

I think we need to have a serious discussion about Mr. Stark.

[Private to Tony]

I'm going to be escorting you to Mr. Pinkman's support group from here on out. I've confiscated all the alcohol in your room, and once you've sobered up, we're going to have a serious talk about how to proceed moving forward.

[Private to Erik]

I need a fucking drink.

[ooc: So after Clint's post, this happened and then this happened, and then this happened, which led to further warden/inmate discussions in the previously linked post. Basically, Charles is furious with Tony, and he and Erik dragged him down to Zero.]

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I think so, too. Whenever you have time, I'm free.

Tony came to my room last night, very drunk, looking to "borrow" a few parts from my wheelchair to construct a weapon to attack and hopefully kill Loki. Did you know anything about this? [And this is being asked in a way that suggests Charles thinks he knows the answer already, and also that you hopefully know better than to lie to a telepath.]

I didn't know he was drunk, and I didn't know he planned on killing him. I was planning on talking Barton down, then going to make a point to Loki.

I told him to meet me up at the cafeteria -- I was concentrating on Barton at the time. Tony mentioned something about your wheelchair, I told him to stop. Apparently he was already on his way to you at that point, I'm guessing.

You'd be correct.

What sort of point were you planning on making?

That I wasn't going to continue to put up with him having his fun with my team.

[Charles just lets out a short, heavy sigh.]

There was a man - a mutant - back home, who tried to manipulate the United States and the Soviet Union into nuclear war, operating under the assumption that the radiation would wipe out the humans and leave us to inherit the Earth. He killed one of my students, recruited another and slaughtered an entire base of CIA agents. He was also the man who murdered Erik's mother, and Erik, my students and I confronted him and his team on a beach in Cuba. We were able to stop him, but I was paralyzed, Darwin was still dead and the humans on the battleships nearby still feared us.

So believe me when I say I can understand how difficult it is to be constantly in close quarters with someone who's targeted people you care about. If Sebastian Shaw ever arrived here, I don't know how I'd act when I'd inevitably need to confront him myself, or how I'd cope with him tormenting the people I care about.

But you're supposed to be a warden here, Captain. It isn't our job to stoop to their level, and you and Mr. Barton acting that way simply validates Mr. Stark's behavior. It isn't making him realize there's behavior that needs to be changed because that's not how a hero and a public figure's supposed to act, and that's part of what's keeping him here. And I'd appreciate it if in the future you keep that in mind.

I will. And I'm sorry about all this. I just -- wasn't thinking clearly, and things got out of hand far more quickly than I was expecting.

I'll talk to Tony, too, after some of this dies down. I know he's capable of doing great things -- so does he now, even if he doesn't quite believe it yet.

I'm honestly not sure about that anymore, Captain. But thank you for apologizing.

You're welcome. .....Is there anything else I can do to help?

For starters, he's not allowed access to alcohol any longer. I don't care how much he complains about it, this has officially gone too far.

It has. Hopefully stopping it altogether will do something for him.

I've had the Admiral confiscate all the alcohol he had in his room, and the pub staff is aware that he's not allowed up there. If you ever have reason to believe someone's supplying him, let me know and try to get it away from him if you can.

I will. I'll try to keep an eye on him when I can spare one, too, if it's needed.

That would be appreciated.

[And he hesitates for a fraction of a second, because, well. You're Captain America, and he's never 100% gotten over that.] Honestly, I expected better of you.

[There's a long moment of silence.]

I know. I'm sorry, I hope I can make it up to you somehow.

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