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House Tour! Ft. Dum-E
"Hello, everyone. So I changed my little tagline to the beginning of my videos now. So, hello, I'm Tony Stark and above all else, I am an engineer." He gestured to the outside. "So, as you all know, I live in New York as my other favorite place to live, Malibu, my custom mansion was destroyed. More on that in an upcoming video. But right now, I live in Soho, in Manhattan, New York CITY!" He declared, yelling the last word.
"Now, I love New York, I grew up in New York, went to MIT for my undergrad and grad studies, but New York will always have my heart. I am a New Yorker in my heart. I love that I can walk down the street to Starbucks and the people are like oh hey, Stark, you get that Caramel Macchiato, right? And I correct them, no way, Americano all the way and they're like word. Like, they don't care! But if I go to LA, I'm mobbed. It's nuts. Anyways…" He gestured to the words above the door.
"This is Stark Tower and I'm going to take you on a tour of my Penthouse. C'mon." He opened the door to the tower that said Stark Tower above it and made his way to the Penthouse. "This is 5955 square feet, five bedrooms, five and a half bathrooms, estimated to be worth, with my additions, this floor alone, $45 million dollars but I don't plan on giving it up." He winked at the camera. "The elevator opens to a general living space. One thing I pride my living quarters on is a free flowing, open space. I prefer my living to blend into my kitchen seamlessly. I like the modern trends in homes, and I try to make that apparent in my penthouse."
"Now, I am not saying that Pepper didn't have any input in the Tower but it is my Tower, so I had the most input." He gestured to the kitchen. "Here is a spacious kitchen, with breakfast bar, plenty of coffee, lots of burners for food. I can cook, thank you. And in the living area, here is the bar…" He stood behind the bar. "I don't drink anymore so this is kind of useless, but I like to keep my smoothie supplies in the bar." He pulled out a blender, opening a small fridge underneath and added some fruit to the blender, poured in some milk and some protein powder and pressed blend. He poured it into a mason jar and screwed in a cap and put in a metal straw. "Remember, plastic straws are bad, and I have to have something that can have a lid so Dum-E won't put motor oil in my drink." He shook his head and shrugged. "Kids, what can you do?"
"More on Dum-E later, but I have an extensive relaxing area, which I have been utilizing more lately, watching gasp movies. I have my select trusted individuals over to watch tv or movies or whatever or have them over to play games… It's nice." Tony grabbed his mason jar and moved down the hall.
"I have a lot of unused bedrooms, typical of rich people. The richer people are, the more lame their living quarters are. I have a more basic kitchen, no one thousand square feet kitchen with everything spread out. That's not helpful, I like my smaller kitchen, it's big for New York at least." Tony explains.
"But here's what everyone is really interested in." Tony smirked as he opened the door to the master bedroom. "My bedroom." The camera panned around the spacious room, three shut doors on three walls. The bed was engulfed in a smoke gray comforter and a red blanket folded over and a plush War Machine laying in the middle of the bed. "A fan sent this to me, after being searched for any poisons or dangers to me but I gotta say, Alexis, thank you so much for this. I love it." He put the plush back on the bed. "This door leads to my expansive walk in closet. Let's take a peek."
He opened the door and the room inside was a hidden trove of expensive, designer suits, clothes for every occasion. Tony laid his hands on the suits.
"This was the suit where I declared I was Iron Man to the world." He stared off to the side, lost in memories. The camera cut to the shoes. "And my shoes, of course, not as pretty as women's but that's alright. My sneaker collection is pretty impressive even if I don't have pretty pumps." He laughed.
"The door across the room, is my sneaker room." Tony headed there and opened the door, to a rainbow of sneakers. "I think last count I had a hundred and fifty pairs of sneakers, ranging from custom to ones that were in the stores to fan made shoes." He held up a pair that was clearly fashioned by a very young fan. "This girl, Evelyn, made these for me. She was seven at the time. It's very sweet. Thank you, Evelyn! I kept them."
"Now the bathroom, is the door next to this." Tony closed the shoe room and opened the bathroom door. "This is a pretty modern bathroom, marble counters, steam shower, no bath, I hate baths, heated towel rack, the standard stuff. FRIDAY, of course, is integrated throughout the Tower and like most people, I think best in the shower. So, I implemented something." Tony moved into the room, closer to the shower. The biggest wall had been transformed into a huge screen.
"Sometimes I work on inventions, watch shows, all sorts of things. It's helpful." Tony shrugged. "Otherwise, standard bathroom stuff. Toilet, sink, storage, blah blah blah. Pepper moved out a while ago, so I've been filling stuff up with just mine again and it's been a transition." He moved to his storage and opened them. He pulled out a few bottles. "I have a few gels that I use in my hair, I use this razor for trimming my beard…" He pulled out a razor and showed it briefly.
He finished up in the bathroom and made his way to another bedroom.
"When you're super rich and famous, companies will send you stuff for free all the time. For marketing, for goodwill, whatever. So, I keep the boxes in here until I have time to go through them." Tony opened the door to several boxes on the floor. He opened one box and held up a note from Armani. "'Tony, we hope you enjoy our new collection, Georgio Armani.'" He shrugged and pulled out a few bags that had some suits folded up, beautiful subtle print. He looked closer. He started laughing. "Oh my god, little Iron Man symbols, here get a close up of this." He laughed as he brought the fabric close to the camera. "Are you able to see it?" He asked the person filming him.
"Coming in loud and clear." The man said behind the camera.
"Good. That's hilarious. I'm totally wearing that." He put it to the side and opened another box. "Hm. Nike." He opened the box and pulled out a shoe box. He opened it and peered in. "Oh, cool!" He exclaimed. He pulled out an Iron Man themed sneaker. He moved it back and forth, seeing the print all over the fabric. "Let's see what else they have." He opened a few more boxes. "Hulk, great choice and War Machine, oh I have to tell Rhodey." He said amused as he closed the box up.
"Well, that's it for the living quarters. I'll give a tour of R&D or my car garage some other time. Now, let's meet Dum-E!" He clapped his hands. He raised his head to the ceiling. "FRIDAY, send up Dum-E."
"Yes, Boss." She primly replied.
"That is my main AI, FRIDAY. She runs the building here and some of her power extends to the Avengers Compound but that's all the reach she has. People are afraid of AI's or whatever." Tony shrugged as he made his way out to the living space again.
The elevators dinged and a robot rolled out of the doors, whirring and beeping.
"Hello, Dum-E. Want to say hello to my lovely viewers?" He asked, leaning down.
His claw bumped into Tony's leg and beeped excitedly.
"Okay, everyone, Dum-E here, that i dash E – was my first AI that I made when I was seventeen. He can't verbally communicate but that doesn't make him any less valuable to me. He can make me smoothies, although FRIDAY must watch that he doesn't put motor oil in it. It helps his joints so he thinks it will help me, but he doesn't really understand the difference. He can help me by handing me tools when I'm working on something, he can help put out a fire by using the fire extinguisher, if anything happens in the lab." Tony smiled gently at Dum-E. "He's been a good friend to me."
Dum-E beeped happily.
"Alright, well, I think that's all for now, see you next week. Say goodbye Dum-E!" Tony coached.
Dum-E beeped and raised his claw.
The video then ended.
NIKE WHERE CAN I GET MY WAR MACHINE SHOES!? WE NEED TO KNOW
Omg, Dum-E feels, getting me right in my heart.
I will defend the Dum-E/Tony father/son relationship til my death! WE GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP
Peter read the comments on the latest video and smiled to himself.
Peter was a huge fan of Mr. Stark and what he was doing lately was getting tons of good press and good social media presence without even trying that hard.
"We're here, kid." Happy informed him as the car came to a halt.
Peter grabbed his backpack and shoved his phone in his pocket.
"Wow, thanks so much, Happy! Gotta go, Mr. Stark's waiting!" He yelled over his shoulder as he made his way quickly to the lab.
He ran into the lab and collided pretty heavily with a person.
Mr. Stark let out an oof.
"Ohmygod." Peter wanted the floor to swallow him up. "I am so sorry, I was running late and Flash was being a jerk and MJ just couldn't wait to text me and I ran into you, I am SO sorry!" Peter was talking very quickly.
"Calm down, underroos, it's fine." Mr. Stark ruffled his hair. Peter groused and flattened his hair back down.
"Mr. Stark…" He whined.
"Oh, sorry, kid. I'm sure you put a lot of work into that mess." Mr. Stark teased.
Peter just pouted.
"You're killing me with those eyes, kid. Come on, let's work on that web idea you had last time." Mr. Stark motioned to his table.
"Awesome." His hair completely forgotten in the idea of sciencing with Tony Stark.
Come on, science will always win.