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

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

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

He didn't seem that concerned, really.

"Stop that."

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.

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

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

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!

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.

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.

"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.

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?

A lot.

"I've heard that a lot."

See?

"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.

"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!

BEN, STOP THIS VICIOUS SKYWALKER CYCLE OF HANDLESSNESS.

Whiplash stared at the stump left where his hand had once been and made an annoyed noise. Robot limbs were so flimsy these days.

Any witty remark he had planned was interrupted by a red and silver blur knocking him out of the house and onto the lawn through what had been a rather nice picture window. Tony. So much repair work. So much.

Ben blinked at the destruction, then shrugged and dove out the window to join Tony.

Iron Man.

Whichever he was in narrative right now.

Iron Man. Totally Iron Man.

...in public.

"At least your visit here was more exciting than Ender's," Tony remarked, watching as Whiplash extracted himself from a bush.

"He wouldn't really appreciate kicking bad guys into shrubbery as much," Ben decided. "Does your police force know how to deal with crazy guys in outfits?"

Beat.

"Um, no offense to your outfit."

"None taken," Tony replied magnanimously. He held up a hand, palm out and ready to shoot someone. "SHIELD would be the ones to handle him if they ever get here. Oddly enough, they don't tend to trust anonymous tips on their secure channels."

Imagine that!

"Until then, its just you and--" He was rather rudely interrupted by a glowing chain around his neck, though. Whiplash had no manners at all, it seemed. "--me."

"Did you leave one on their regular voicemail too or anything?" Ben asked, trying to smack the lightsaber through the chain again. "I'll take off your other hand too," he warned Whiplash.

Tony reached up, grabbing the chain to pull Whiplash closer. Oh, upgraded suit was wonderful. "You cut off his hand?" he asked, somewhere between impressed and disturbed.

"It's better than killing him," Ben said. "Prosthetics are pretty cheap, too."

Maybe in your galaxy, Ben.

"Not here they're not!" Tony replied with his silly logic, pulling harder on Whiplash. Guy was surprisingly strong, it turned out.

The chains glowed a bit brighter and there was the lovely smell of scorched metal in the air. "These were created to neutralize you should you interfere with Mr. Fix's plans," Whiplash wheezed.

"I feel special now."

"You should," Ben agreed, adding a bit of a Force-shove into Tony's efforts. "When they're planning for you, they fear you."

Beat.

"And not working on better villain-y names. Mr. Fix? Really?"

Oh, Ben. Remember the angry, combat beekeepers?

"Yeah! I suggest going the mad scientist route," Tony said, using that oomph to knock Whiplash off his feet and yank him around like a psychotic yo-yo before letting go do he could crash somewhere and hopefully be knocked out. Unfortunately that was the same area as the power transformer for the formerly peaceful neighborhood.

Like a bug in a lightbulb.

"...that was not part of the plan."

"I kind of guessed," Ben said with a snicker. "Think the power company will beat SHIELD here?"

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