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ahollowman) wrote2016-07-30 01:10 am
ahollowman) wrote2016-07-30 01:10 am
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bound by the science that lives on the lips of men
It was a scheduled meeting between himself and Spider-Woman, which he'd made for later in the evening, because he assumed she had a day job, and because although he was certain KIRIN was watching the place, KIRIN already knew her face, and Tony's employees did not. He wanted to keep it that way, because if she was anything like Pete, it meant something to her.
And it wasn't Tony's decision to make for her. He'd maybe learned a lesson recently about that. It had only taken a week of Wanda being a total dick to him. He supposed she was just fighting fire with fire.
He left the side door unlocked and sat at work, with parts to his suit and parts to the robobee spread out in front of him on the table as he sautered. He preferred to work on two projects at once. He could move between them if he got bored, or frustrated.
When the door chimed a gentle alarm, he lifted his head, and pressed his safety goggles up into his hair.
On top of the refrigerator, the ghetto blaster thumped out This Flight Tonight by Nazareth. The condenser on the refrigerator hummed on. A suspiciously Dummy-like robot sitting in one corner turned to face the newcomer.
"Holy crap," Tony said. "Are all of you fresh out of middle school or something?"
And it wasn't Tony's decision to make for her. He'd maybe learned a lesson recently about that. It had only taken a week of Wanda being a total dick to him. He supposed she was just fighting fire with fire.
He left the side door unlocked and sat at work, with parts to his suit and parts to the robobee spread out in front of him on the table as he sautered. He preferred to work on two projects at once. He could move between them if he got bored, or frustrated.
When the door chimed a gentle alarm, he lifted his head, and pressed his safety goggles up into his hair.
On top of the refrigerator, the ghetto blaster thumped out This Flight Tonight by Nazareth. The condenser on the refrigerator hummed on. A suspiciously Dummy-like robot sitting in one corner turned to face the newcomer.
"Holy crap," Tony said. "Are all of you fresh out of middle school or something?"