Ok, a little crackfic I'm writing as I go so updates will be staggered... Away we go.

"Jesus, Art," Raylan Givens moaned, dropping himself to the couch in his boss's office.
"Stop whining and deliver the damn thing, Raylan."
"What the hell is he even doing in Kentucky? He's frickin' Ironman. We are -quite literally- flyover country to him."
Art looked disdainfully at his good friend and, least favorite, deputy, "Some people actually think Kentucky has more to offer than shitkicker on shitkicker crime. Like the races, which is why Stark's in Louisville. Now, get over it and get out of my office. I won't tell you which I'd like to see first." Art slipped his glasses back on and returned to his file at hand.
Unfortunately, Raylan would not be deterred so easily, "Y'know I didn't lose Eve Munro by myself. You're pissed at Tim, too. Hell, you weren't exactly approving of Rachel's stunt in that diner. Send her."
Sniffing disdainfully, Art raised his eyes, "When it's your office, you can send whomever you want. But it's my office now, and I'm sending you. Git!"

Delivering a Congressional subpoena to Tony Stark was probably akin to delivering divorce papers to an actor, Raylan decided on the drive up. It was passing a paper to someone who didn't give a damn who'd only pass it to some expensive shyster. He figured if he could find the shyster he might save himself a step, too. But those weren't his instructions. Damn it.

Tony Stark, having found himself bored by horses running in circles -sorry; galloping in circles- had opted to move his party to the prestigious Handelman Lounge. And finding himself bored by that party he'd slunk away to the less-prestigious-to-the-point-of-being-seedy bar known as Wrangle's Tavern. On his third whiskey, the cowboy approached. "Mr. Stark?"
"Never heard of him."
"Mr. Tony Stark? Also known as the superhero, Ironman, also somewhat responsible for that mess in New York. Buddies with a bunch of other superheroes. That Tony Stark? You've never heard of him?"
"Nope. Begone," Tony motioned for his fourth.
Raylan stuck up a finger, indicating one for himself, "Now, I can commiserate with wanting to drink alone. Prefer it myself. But, and here's the rub, I need to put these papers in Mr. Stark's hands. Or the hands of someone who represents him." Raylan downed his shot, "Now, would you like to rethink your answer?"
Tony did rethink his answer. He thought the cowboy was a bit of an ass. A tired ass trying to do his job, but the commiseration got on his nerves. "That's kind of you, Marshal. You are a Marshal, right? Cause the last time I was served with a subpoena, she was a Marshal, so it would make sense." Tony knocked his fourth back before continuing, "I am not in the mood to rethink my answer, ok. I am in the mood to drink alone. A desire you can 'commiserate' with," he sneered. "Bring them back tomorrow. I won't take them then."
The cowboy rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before motioning for another shot. "Mr. Stark, if you just tell me where your damn lawyer is. I'll give it to them."
Tony thought of Happy, off with Pepper being useful, and cringed. "What's with the hat?"
"Tried it on. It fit," the cowboy finished his drink and asked for the bottle. Third in his hand, he said, "Raylan Givens, Mr. Stark. What's her name?"
Tony sighed, "Pepper, Mr. Givens. What's her name?"
"Which one?"

Raylan caught up to Tony's blood alcohol quickly and discussion of women gave way to discussion of shit pulled on women, which gave way to discussion of shit pulled in general.
They were pretty toe to toe until Tony got his suit, but Raylan played the Tommy Bucks card and Tony had to shake his hand, giggling, "Shit, I saw that on TV."
Raylan gave a little bow, "Seen you on TV, too."
"How'd that end? With the cartel? I mean you're not dodging hit men and those guys are hardly forgiving. How'd it end?"
"Boss threatened to kill him is anything happened to me."
"Pussy."
"Now, wait a second," Raylan pointed at the Tony closest to him, "There was a big gunfight, or two, and I told Gio when I carried in his unconscious niece that I was giving him a choice. Dan knew what that choice was gonna be from over the wires we had in the house so he stopped me. No pussy shit."
Tony snorted and they both laughed at the noise. "You, Raylan," Tony returned to pointed finger with his own, "are nothing special. I was kidnapped by terrorists."
"I grew up in Harlan County."
"I've saved the world."
"With help."
"Not always. I saved the village of Gulmira by myself."
"I saved Harlan County from the Bennett family."
"Were they like the Corleone's?"
They both bust out laughing. Hitting the counter in glee, Raylan said, "On the hillbilly side." And they were both gasping for breath, cackling.

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