Rhodey's house [Tony's New York, early evening]

[momslilassassin]

After a...not-terribly-illuminating message from Tony this afternoon, Ben had booked a portal to New York.

Yes, Tony, with the lightsaber.

He didn't know what to expect, but "stuck in Rhodey's house while a hyperactive girl chattered non-stop at him" wasn't really anywhere on his list.

"Does she ever take a breath?" he whispered to Rhodey.

[OOC: NFB due to distance!]

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"I don't think she even breathes," Rhodey replied, watching as Pepper paced back and forth in the living room.

He pushed a few buttons on his phone and frowned. "Pepper, are you texting me at the same time?"

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"You guys aren't responding!" Pepper insisted, flailing her hands about. They weren't responding because she hadn't stopped talking, mind. "Ohmygod, do you have a jet pack? I've always wanted to know that about a SHIELD agent."

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"I left it behind," Ben made up. "It gets in the way when I'm...not leaping off of buildings."

Or something? He wasn't sure she'd actually listen to what he said anyway.

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If he could still hear after the high pitched squeal she made in response. "And a laser gun. When I join SHIELD, I'm going to have laser guns and I won't need Iron Man to save me."

A beat.

"How did he know where you lived, Rhodey? Hmmmm?"

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"...computer. Systems." Goddamn it, Pepper!

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"I'm pretty smart," Ben added before tilting his head toward the window. "Anyone else hear anything?"

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"My mom's not supposed to be home for another hour," Rhodey said, glancing in that direction as well. How could someone have found his house? DAMN YOU, INTERNET!

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The internet was a wonderful place for finding people. Just don't try Chatroulette...

There wasn't so much a knock on the door as the door knocking on the floor as it was kicked in. That was how you knew they were facing someone evil, you see.

"Virginia Potts," their new friend with the weird costume and raspy voice said. "You look just like your father."

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Ben ignited his lightsaber, stepped between the door and Pepper and Rhodey and asked, "what the hell are you wearing?" all in the space of about a second.

Ben was a hell of a multitasker.

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Luckily for Ben, Rhodey had much more self preservation instinct than Tony could ever even hope for and was dragging Pepper out of the room. Possibly while calling Tony to tell him to get his ass there now.

As you do.

"You're not who I was expecting," Whiplash wheezed, opening his hands like he was about to perform on Broadway. Except Broadway rarely involved glowing chains coming out of someone's wrists.

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"Those are different," Ben said, arching up an eyebrow. "Is this the part where you tell me I can never hope to defeat you?"

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"If you like," Whiplash said after a moment. Someone hadn't been bantered at by all those people he killed and/or put in the hospital. Because 'AHHH! OHGODWHY?! THE PAIN! THE PAAAAIN!' didn't count as proper banter.

He flicked his wrist, cutting through the poor, poor lamp next to Ben like a a hot knife through butter.

...or a poorly explained plasma based whip through glass and metal

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Ben's glanced flicked over at the poor dead lamp. "Huh."

He didn't seem that concerned, really.

"Stop that."

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That lamp had a family, Ben! A FAMILY! Jedi were just so callus about the plight of the inanimate objects.

"Enough," Whiplash wheezed, whirling those glowing whips around him in an alliterative fashion. "Give me the girl and you leave here in one piece."

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"That's not going to happen," Ben said steadily.

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Well. Whiplash responded eloquently with those whips of his attempting to remove Ben's head just like they hurt that poor, poor lamp.

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Ben hit the floor, letting the whips fly over his head, and tried to clip the whips with his lightsaber.

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Hey, his whips! Those were his only power of note! ...he was still better than Stilt Man, okay?

Whiplash glanced down at where Ben was and the chains on the floor next to him, no longer glowing that fabulous red. "Interesting weapon," he said, keeping his distance. "My boss will enjoy taking it apart once you're dead."

Okay, all the boasts weren't helpful when he was already losing.

But what was helping was another whip coming at Ben, one high and the other one low. He'd get you yet, Jedi!

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Unlike his grandfather, Ben wasn't really looking to rock the "scar across one eye" look, so he moved out of the way of the whips again, trying to catch the high one against his lightsaber as he spun.

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But scars there made you look hot to the chicks!

...or dudes.

Whiplash didn't judge. Mostly because he had robotic limbs and breathed like Vader. It tended to put a damper on any dating plans.

He hissed as another section of whip was cut off, pulling down suddenly to attempt racking down with what was left on that particular chain.

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"Turns out size kind of matters, huh?" Ben asked him mock-sympathetically.

Yeah, this was Ben thought of as a good time on a Tuesday night.

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Whiplash wheezed back at him in a manner that was probably angry, twirling those whips around like he was a surly teenage girl. Who killed people for a shady weapons maker/dealer.

"I'll enjoy killing you!"

How often had Ben heard that one?

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A lot.

"I've heard that a lot."

See?

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"This will be the last time!" Ahahahaha. Oh, Whiplash. Never change.

He slashed through other things in that poor, poor house as he came after Ben again. People were just lucky that Tony had more money than anyone rightly should in order to repair all of this damage.

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"You're ruining all of their stuff," Ben said with the hypocritical indignity of someone who once set fire to a planet as a stalling tactic.

He aimed his lightsaber at Whiplash's wrist. Don't make him turn to you into one of the many handless people running around the universe, dude. Don't do it!