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st_arkravinghazelnutTony was no less busy than he usually was, and with the advent of working facilities that he kept in the research building, he managed to keep himself busier than ever. However, the building boasted perhaps the most important function of all that his humble room ("Lab Edition .00001") did not--social amenities. The residents could come, linger, and contribute while Tony tinkered with his latest project or worked to expand the growing facility. Egalitarianism, thy name is Stark.
Today wasn't one of those days. It was a party of one in the wide open lab, and Tony distracted himself from the quiet with Aerosmith, which was fine until he began feverishly nitpicking the sound mixing. When FRIDAY adopted her customer service voice he elected to make do with the sounds of nature and a cup of decaf.
Loki and The Lieutenant are getting married--what was the date? Did they pick a date? What gift do I even get? If I get Loki a knife and The Lieutenant a bunch of mead that'll just be gauche. I should ask Thor. What's Thor doing? What is everyone doing? God, it's quiet. When Tony pulled his palm from his cheek, it stuck for a moment. He frowned and rolled his shoulders back and his back pinched in protest. Yep, feeling his age. Time to move those bones some.
He rose from the window-side table and paced the halls, judging the interior and making small mental notes on what to update or adjust. At some point, he was outside, and the large sheets of wood that laid in various states of process stared back at him. Right. The cars. A work space by the building for two.
Tony looked away and his armor spread out from his chest, and he took flight. If he couldn't think straight, he could at least fly straight.
Today wasn't one of those days. It was a party of one in the wide open lab, and Tony distracted himself from the quiet with Aerosmith, which was fine until he began feverishly nitpicking the sound mixing. When FRIDAY adopted her customer service voice he elected to make do with the sounds of nature and a cup of decaf.
Loki and The Lieutenant are getting married--what was the date? Did they pick a date? What gift do I even get? If I get Loki a knife and The Lieutenant a bunch of mead that'll just be gauche. I should ask Thor. What's Thor doing? What is everyone doing? God, it's quiet. When Tony pulled his palm from his cheek, it stuck for a moment. He frowned and rolled his shoulders back and his back pinched in protest. Yep, feeling his age. Time to move those bones some.
He rose from the window-side table and paced the halls, judging the interior and making small mental notes on what to update or adjust. At some point, he was outside, and the large sheets of wood that laid in various states of process stared back at him. Right. The cars. A work space by the building for two.
Tony looked away and his armor spread out from his chest, and he took flight. If he couldn't think straight, he could at least fly straight.
