Stark's Outbox (Audio File Set)

*Our community needs more information on this page! Can you help out? Click here to add more.***Stark's Outbox** is a collectible Intelligence series. It consists of five files.

## Files

### To: James Rhodes From: Tony Stark

Hey Rhodey.

I would throw a tantrum and say I want my suit back. but not even that belongs to me. I signed it all over to Uncle Sam because I couldn't foresee a world where we weren't on the same side. Mi armored exoskeleton, su armored exoskeleton, I thought.

No such thing as gentleman's agreements, turns out. You watched what they did. Locked me out of the facilities I built, disassembled me and everything I built in front of the world, and while I was trying to hold the pieces together, Justin Hammer buys majority share, and Monica brokers the sale of my seized assets.

I also know that you fought for me. I know you argued with Ross and when he wouldn't go to bat for me, you contacted Senator Cabot directly. Yeah, I still have birdies inside. Shh.

I also know that it got you iced out of any future decision making. You put yourself on the line for me and got burned. Good! Scab. But also, thank you.

Don't trust the bastards.

### To: Natasha Romanoff From: Tony Stark

Nat,

I need your help. I'm going to skip the Fun Tony part because I'm too anxious, if that gives you a sense of how freaked out I am.

They're taking everything that was part of the Avengers or any joint project with the government. I have a court order to stay away while the catalog the assets.

I need you, Nat. I need you to get inside, and delete my browser history. Sorry. Jokes. Okay, for real: There's something I already removed from the servers. Dumped it on a solid state quantum storage device that looks exactly like a cheap external drive and had it couriered to you.

I want to move him, and leave no trail, and for that I need your expertise. I have a destination in mind. He'll be safe there, for a while at least. Please, Nat. He's not a tool that we can just turn over. We should have had him legally defined as a person when we had the chance, but I screwed up. We owe him.

Tony

### To: Steve Rogers From: Tony Stark

Hey Steve.

I thought about writing this on an actual piece of paper with a pen because that's exactly the corny garbage that would have made you smile. But you're dead and my hand cramped up just thinking about it, so you get an email. It's gonna bounce off of your email address undeliverable, but I'm feeling nostalgic.

I told you about Golden Acres, the family retreat right? I know nostalgia is basically your super power, but I guess I expected to feel something... more, coming back here. This is one of the last properties in my name, where I spent childhood summers, and somehow I just can summon up the strength to care. Maybe I've lost too much already... like a defense mechanism against more pain.

Geez, what an insufferable killjoy I've become. You'd hate me, right now Steve. God knows I do.

It's too late to change sheets and air our a bedroom. I'm gonna crash in the RV tonight. Get to it tomorrow, I guess. I miss you, pal.

T

### To: Maria Hill From: Tony Stark

Maria!

How are you? I'm fine too, listen, I need some advice and also possibly legal and financial assistance. I don't know if you're still monitoring this address, but I don't have anyone else. I burned a lot of bridges, and I realize now why there's an idiom advising against it.

I owe money to some people that you might charitably call violence-prone low-level criminals. In a vain attempt to raise some capital to buy back some Stark shares, I've been gambling, which, sounds even stupider when I say it out loud, and it turns out I'm not good at it. Hence owing the money.

They came to collect with baseball bates. I had a prototype of a new repulsor strapped to my hand. So, yeah, I may have deployed forbidden weaponry in a civilian zone. I'm fine, thanks for asking, but I realize this is going to land on your desk, if it hasn't already.

I don't need money. I need you to slow down that report, for as long as you can. I'm realizing I can't stay quiet out here forever. But I could really use a head start. Anything you can do. For old time's sake.

Tony

### To: Thor Odinson From: Tony Stark

THOOORRRRRRR!!!!

Hey pal. I know you have about as much chance of answering this as Steve, but I was just in ye olde workshop, rocking out, and I suddenly realized how much I missed you pal! You wanna come visit and hammer some stuff? I could drink goat's milk out of a horn on my own, but it wouldn't be the same.

I've been bust lately! Been a while since I designed a new suit, and it's slow going without a proper assistant, virtual or otherwise.

Maria told me that had some sighting of you in New York, or at least sightings of someone as enormous and unfairly handsome as you. I choose to believe it was you, because the alternative is that you went back to that renaissance fair world of yours and I never see you again.

I mean, I AM still kinda pissed at you for rabbiting. Not gonna lie. But most of the damage? Me and my multi-month mope. Well, now I am done with it. I'm not letting it ground me, anymore. I'm back. But damn, I'm lonesome.

Where are you, man?

T