tony e. stark

never let your emotions overpower your intelligence

[jamesbuckybear]

Robots // Bucky & Tony

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jamesbuckybear:

Bucky really did try not to laugh, but as soon as the kid locked eyes with him, he lost it. He reminded him so much of Steve. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. You just remind me of someone.” He said when he was finally calmed down.

Having the kid rifle through his arm was uncomfortable, but at least he was a willing participant this time instead of strapped down to a table. He focused on Tony’s interactions with U, trying to keep his mind off of it. “Very human for a robot.” He was very robot for a human sometimes, so maybe U and him would get along. 

Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know. I might not have any qualifications, but I got in here pretty easily. Picking locks ain’t hard.” He said, smug. It only lasted a minute cause he winced as Tony pulled out a wire. It made him wondered if he did it on purpose. 

“Bucky Barnes.” He answered. If he was going to have a stupid nickname, it might as well be his stupid nickname. It took him a moment to realize the consequences of what he said. He hope the kid won’t put two and two together but he was smart so he probably would. He would just have to play it cool.

“You are totally laughing at me,” Tony accused, though it lacked heat. Honestly, he couldn’t blame him for laughing; the size difference alone was staggering and the only chance Tony had of taking him down would be if he drugged him first and then dumped him in a ditch or something.

Which... huh, not too bad of an idea.

Through his mauling, he’d managed to stop the sparking at least and though he wasn’t sure yet what he was dealing with, clearly he was on the right track. He looked up briefly at the wince. Or maybe not. “Sorry,” he mumbled, noting that area as a point of contention. “But seriously, if you want access into here in a proper way, you need to right qualifications, you know the shit in here aren’t toys right and breaking and entering is a big no-no?”

Pausing what he was doing at the name drop he frowned and pulled away so he was sitting up. “Bucky Barnes?” he deadpanned, narrowing his eyes. It wasn’t too big of a leap, not when he’d met The Captain America the day before. “Parent’s just fans of the comic or do we have another dude from ninety dot running around here?”

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being myself suits me the best || tony & bruce

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betterthaneinstein:

Bruce listened quietly to the answer. All the extra words and the additional information he didn’t need. The words were heard but the information wasn’t registered. After the ‘yes’ Bruce had all he needed. 

When it seemed like Tony was finished, Bruce nodded his head. Afraid that if he opened his mouth he’d say something stupid, offer up too much information, or worse, his voice would do that awful cracking thing it did when he was nervous.  With that, he left. No idea where he was going or where he’d find something to drink, Bruce headed out for fresh air and time to think.

Seventeen minutes later, he returned to the room he’d left. Without a beverage but with a clear head. Everything had been stuffed down, he was back to the emotionless joy of a human he’d always been known to be. Knocking on the door, making sure it was really okay he came back before entering. If he was Tony, he wouldn’t let him back in 

He pressed his lips together when Bruce took off, not wanting to make more of a fool of himself and keep on babbling when it was clear he wasn’t listening, and once the door swung shut he let out a noise like he’d been shot and flopped back into the bed. 

“Way to go, Stark. Way to go.” 

He never should’ve left his bedroom. He should’ve stayed in and drank himself comatose, rather than infecting others with his bad mojo. He fumbled for his phone and sent a text off to Rhodey. 

(rhodeybear): i miss you

A bit soppy, and he’d regret it come the morning when he had a clear head, but right now he just needed to do it. 

Between the moments of being left alone and someone knocking on his door, he busied himself with drinking because honestly? He’d figured Bruce was done for the night and he didn’t blame him either. Clearly there was something going on there with him, and Tony wasn’t qualified to help or offer an opinion, but in the privacy of his own mind he couldn’t help but to wonder if the guy was cut out to be a professor, not with so many things going on in his head. 

Not to say that Bruce wasn’t an awesome guy, he was... but much like anyone else, it kinda seemed he needed to work on himself a bit more before trying to work on others. 

(God, he got deep when he was drunk, how embarrassing.) 

Looking over to the door, glass half-raised to his lips, he let out a confused, “Er, come in?” before his expression was morphing into a grin and he was scrambling up to his feet. “Brucey! Hey, come in, yeah-yeah, shut the door, hi!”

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stevenxgrantr:

Steve raised an eyebrow at the kid’s tone. “No, I thought comics were all autobiographical,” he said, a bit of his old sass and bite creeping into his voice. “You tellin’ me that Buck Rogers – “ He smiled at the irony of the character’s name. “ – wasn’t real?” His Brooklyn drawl came out as he looked at the kid, whose attitude was about as palatable as the provisions they’d served in the army. Actually, that was insulting to army food. “Last time I checked, ‘government secrets’ are kept under lock and key, not made into comic book characters.”

He shrugged as Tony went on. He appreciated that he was unique, but clearly, so was the kid in front of him. So was Howard, and Peggy, and Bucky. It didn’t seem fair that Steve was the main character, when he wouldn’t have gotten there without any of them. 

“I know,” he said, with another shrug. That didn’t make it hurt any less, or make it any less his fault.

He blinked at Tony’s request. “Um,” he said. “Yeah, sure.”

Fresh out of the ice this guy may be, but he had snark. Tony could appreciate that. “Yeah, last time you checked, homosexuality was illegal too; a lot’s changed since you went into the ice,” Tony sassed back, playing the guy at his own game.

He’s pretty sure his dad was rolling in his grave at the tone he was taking with his wannabe son. 

The grin he shot his childhood hero though when he agreed to sign something for him, could’ve powered the whole of the island for a year, easily. “Yeah?” 

Pulling out the first book he grabbed -- something on artificial intelligence he’d referenced when coding U -- and he kinda wished he was one of those people who carried comics around with him as light reading instead. But it’d do. 

Thrusting the book at him, followed by a pen, he wiggled them both in front of him. “It’s not cool, I know, but here.”

[jamesbuckybear]

Robots // Bucky & Tony

[starkfacts-blog1]

jamesbuckybear:

The kick to his shin got him out of his head. “Ow.” Even though it didn’t really hurt. “Will you quit it?” He complained but he kept his arm still. “You’re lucky its fucked up or you would have end up on the other side of the room.” Bucky grumbled.

Bucky watch Tony as he worked on his arm, trying to remember how it was put to fix himself as he listened. He looked at the robot whirling next to his creator waiting excitedly for a task and didn’t want imagine him rewritten. He knew what it was like to be rewritten and changed and internally cringed at the thought. “No.” He answered. “Plus he is learning and getting better. I just watched him learn. Just gotta be patient.”

“I mean… technically I probably could have permission to get in here eventually, Picking the lock was the easiest, most convenient way right now.” He replied. “Besides, I don’t think its really your lab. It’s the school’s.” Although Stark was rich during his time, he probably could have owned his own lab here.

“I’ll quit it if you keep the fuck still, big guy. You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall; I ain’t scared of you punching me.” He absolutely was. Especially if it was with the metal hand, Jesus fuck. That would hurt like a son of a bitch. He looked up briefly, met his eyes and narrowed his. “I think I could take you. Very David and Goliath, you feeling me?”

Snorting as he worked, he kept quiet for a moment, crossing over two wires as he threaded another in, keeping half an eye out for any tension; he wasn’t sure what connected to what yet, but he didn’t want to hurt the kid. “He learns. He just forgets too. But he’s still young. He’ll get there. Isn’t that right, buddy?” Leaning across to pat at him when the ‘bot whirled in delight, he went right back to his task. 

“Excuse me, it isn’t easy to get in here. You’ve got to have to right qualifications and I’m not judging you, except I totally am because no engineer would just rip wires out of something sparking, but I can bet you don’t have them.”

Popping the screwdriver into his mouth, he gave him a grin around it, leaning over for the tweezers so he could wiggle out a connecting wire that he was pretty sure connected some sort of pain receptor. 

“You know, I told you my name, but you haven’t told me yours. What am I meant t’call you? ‘cause I have a whole host of nicknames at the ready if you’d rather that instead but not all of them are flattering.”

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stevenxgrantr:

Steve snorted. “If I have comics and all that, how much of a government secret can I really be?” he asked. “And that’s not fair. They could have used that serum on anyone, but there was only one Erskine.”

He laughed briefly. “Nothing like a long nap under the ice,” he said dryly. He gave another laugh, picturing Peggy’s irate face. “Yeah, I can imagine she was pretty pissed off about that one.”

Steve shook his head. “No, I mean, I just…” He shrugged. “I don’t deserve it. When it came down to it, I couldn’t save the person that mattered the most. All that strength and agility, all the attention and – and fame, or whatever you want to call it, that it gets me…” He sighed and shook his head. “Never mind.”

“A big one,” Tony replied, trying to keep the note of sheer ‘fucking duh’ out of his voice. “You know people tend to believe that comics have elements in them that just aren’t real, right? And granted, a lot of comics really go for the embellish, fanciful side. The majority of your files? Just have retracted all over them. I know, I’ve seen them.”

Not that he’d been allowed, but, eh. He’d always been a curious kid. 

“Unbunch your panties, Capicicle. Think about it. There was only one Erskine and he never wrote down what it was that made you and well, you-- you went down into the sea and whatever blood samples they had left to experiment on were lost. So of course you’re famous. You’re one of a kind.”

Running his tongue over his bottom lip as the other spoke, he couldn’t help but wince. Yeah, the story of Bucky Barnes; everyone knew about the other half of the duo who hadn’t made it. “Look, I don’t know you, but I know enough about the serum. It turned you into a super solider, not Stretch Armstrong, there’s only so much you coulda done, yanno?” 

Twisting a little to grab at his backpack, he held onto the shoulder strap. Should he? He was totally about to lose all and any chance at claiming to be cool and levelheaded... ah... fuck it. 

“Alright so,” he pulled his backpack off his shoulder, “this isn’t the time or the place, but I’m only gunna kick myself later, and yeah, okay, maybe I’m a bit of a fanboy, but can I have your autograph? Please?”

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being myself suits me the best || tony & bruce

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betterthaneinstein:

Bruce’s wasn’t just baggage, he was that room at the airport where they kept all the unclaimed bags. Dusty, forgotten, and locked away so no one could access it. But also filled to the point of barely being able to move. Tony was breezing through the room, picking locks, and rifling through belongs to see there was anything worth selling and Bruce had given him the keys. A choice he was no regretting as he stood frozen, wishing to be anywhere but here. 

Even after Tony’s offer to look at DUM-E, Bruce stood there saying nothing more than the occasional mumble. Finally putting his hands over his face, a very childlike I-can’t-see-you-so-you-can’t-see-me moment. (in many ways Bruce was still a child but trauma did that to you) 

A few more sniffles, lots of heavy breathing, and Bruce pulled his hands down. Held together by sheer willpower, he avoided looking at anything even remotely in Tony’s direction. “Can I go get something to drink?” 

Tilting his head to one side, considering his -- friend? Where they friends? This was a very friend thing to do, wasn’t it? Hang in their dorm room? - well, considering his professor technically, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to worry upon. “I mean, yeah, sure?” 

That wasn’t meant to sound like a question. 

“I mean sure. Yeah, totally. Do you want me to come with? Or stay here? Wait, what kind of drink? I have drinks,” he nodded his head towards the mini fridge, “there’s soda and alcohol and water, ignore the petri dishes, they’ve been there for months, wet sciences, I get too bored too quickly.” Stop. Talking. “Aaaah... simple answer. Yes. Yes you can get something to drink and if you want, I can come with, or I can stay here, but yeah. Yes. To, er, clear that up.”

And this was why he had a grand total of one friend: Rhodey. Who wasn’t even here (but fuck, surely he qualified?) And why did the ground never open up and swallow him whole when he wanted it to?

[jamesbuckybear]

Robots // Bucky & Tony

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jamesbuckybear:

Bucky gasped as he fell back into the chair. Suddenly he was back in the reset room, with a technician working on his arm. He reached for the other man’s neck, but the arm malfunctioned and sparked, bringing him back to reality. “Don’t do that again.” He almost threw this kid across the room. Bucky couldn’t get the timeline straight in his head. Stark didn’t have a kid at the Expo, how could he be 4 during he last one? “Uh, yeah, sure.” He said still stuck in his head.

“Don’t wanna fix what isn’t completely broken?” He said with a smile as the kid tried to ignore the mess that his creation was making, but cringed at every crash. “I don’t have anything. I was just break in here to get some wiring and try and fix it on my own. I didn’t realize I was going to be held hostage by a mad scientist and his robot henchman after breaking it even more.”

“Will you stop moving,” Tony snarled, completely oblivious to the danger he’d put himself in, kicking out at his shin again. “What part of keep fucking still, do you not get? I don’t wanna fuck your arm up even more than you’ve already somehow managed.”

Working as he spoke, movements quick but thoughtful, he hummed. “Yeah. Something like that. He’s a Learning AI, he just learns a lot slower than I was expecting. But...” he glanced up quickly before looking back down and continuing, “it’s his personality. If I go in there and fix his code, I’d be completely rewriting him and that just sits funny with me. He can think, make logical leaps of thought - sometimes - and sure, he’s nuts and bolts, but he’s more than that too. What right do I have to go in and change who he is? Just because he’s sometimes an inconvenience?” 

His lips quirked and he snorted. “You broke into my lab.” It wasn’t his lab, just a room he’d claimed as his and no one had questioned him yet. “I’m allowed to keep you hostage. But I’m an engineer, not a mad scientist.” 

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being myself suits me the best || tony & bruce

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betterthaneinstein:

“He’s not,” Bruce’s mouth moved before his brain had a chance to stop it. For years Bruce had been telling everyone Brian was dead, living like he was but in the back of his mind knowing the man was still roaming the earth. And not in prison. Instantly he tried to cover up but there wasn’t a clever way to undo that truth. “I mean, he is. He’s, um…..yeah.” 

Skipping a step in movement, Bruce was on his feet. He was shaking his head and muttering a few things quietly before he turned around to Tony. “I have to go, I got to, I need to go. I need to go home, I have to go.” Bruce shrugged his shoulders, dragging his arm under his nose. All at once this hit too much for him. He took no steps towards the door, his legs weren’t working with him. His body wasn’t working with him at all. Bruce would feel betrayed if it wasn’t so commonplace. 

Frowning at the ‘he’s not’, he thought back to their earlier conversation -- he was positive Bruce had said he was, right? And then he started to question himself, maybe he hadn’t? He’d had a lot to drink after all, so who knew. At the ‘he is’, Tony frowned even more -- clearly he needed to stay the fuck away from this, because this was obviously a bag of do not fucking touch. 

He knew all about carrying baggage. His was designer after all. 

He wasn’t sure what Bruce’s would count as. 

Sitting up at the flurry of movement, his stomach sank to his toes. Oh well fucking done, Stark. Without his contacts in, and with his glasses hiding wherever he’d discarded them last, Bruce’s outline was soft around the edges, his facial expression muted. “Hey--hey, no, you don’t have to. I’m sorry. My mouth,” he tried to go for a smile, “it doesn’t listen to my brain all that often. I’m sorry, look--hey, we can talk about something else, right? DUM-E?” He ignored how his ‘bot perked up at the sound of his name. “You were interested in him before. I can tell you how he works. Show you some of his code.”

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stevenxgrantr:

Steve nodded. “I mean, I know that, but you’d think that would mean Dr. Erskine was more famous than I am. It was his experiment, after all, I was just the guinea pig. He deserves all the fame and the credit.”

His eyebrows drew together as Tony spoke. He had his own exhibit at the Smithsonian? Like he was a woolly mammoth or something? “Comics?” he repeated, his eyebrows lifting. It was such a strange thought to be immortalized that way, especially when he didn’t think he really deserved. A smile touched his lips and a faint pang of regret stirred in his heart at the mention of Peggy. “Yeah, she never really had a lot of patience for that sort of thing, did she? She was always so straightforward.”

He blinked. “Oh. I guess that’s nice to hear.”

“Erskine?” Cocking his head to one side, he couldn’t help the fact that his smile was slightly patronising. “Of course he’s famous. Different circles, though and his work with you couldn’t very well be published nationally, could it? You’re a government secret. But to the people who know? He’s famous. It’s just not on the scale that you’re famous.”

Perking up at the question, he nodded, a total ball of energy. “Yeah, comics. They were about long before you went into the ice but they really took off whilst you were apparently napping.” Making a little noise at the back of his throat, he nodded. “Pretty much. But I think it had more to do with the fact that the woman who was based off her was a bimbo. Got her panties in a twist.”

Frowning, suddenly feeling like he’s being brushed off, he bristles a little. “Is it? Nice to hear? Because that was dry.”

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the night is young || tony & pepper

[collegegingerpotts]

Her eyes actually widened slightly in surprise at Tony’s spontaneous confession of embarrassment. Him? Tony Stark, embarrassed? Honestly, Virginia didn’t think that was even possible, though when he went on to explain what his legal custodian did, the redhead couldn’t blame him. That would be humiliating.

“I…I didn’t know he did that,” she murmured quietly. “I’m sorry.” It was a clumsy apology, even Virginia knew that. For the record, she wasn’t apologizing for finding the accounting mistake or bringing it to the CEO’s attention. She was sorry for Tony’s treatment after. Even if the mistake was completely his fault, he hadn’t deserved to be treated so disrespectfully.

And yet, his confession and correction about her presumption of him made her relax a little around him. There was no longer the worry about being mocked (well, at least maliciously mocked) or any ill will he may have been harboring. Rather, it made him seem more human. It was a bit of a comfort anyway. As Tony mentioned earlier, the campus was filled with powered individuals, people with elaborate abilities, and then, there was…Virginia. It was easier to feel out of place in an environment like this.

“Listen, I–” However, before Virginia could finish her thought, the waiter came back with their pizza and plates for each. Her eyes shyly glanced across the table at Tony before she smiled politely at the waiter. “Um, thank you,” she said before clearing her throat.

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Thumbing his nose, he shrugged. “And why would you know that?” he hit back without any heat. “You weren’t in those meetings. Nothing to apologise for. I just don’t take failure very well. It’s a thing,” he added, so incredibly uncomfortable and trying to play it off at the same time, “I’m working on it.” He shrugged again, his smile less flash and more real. “Well. Trying to.”

His mom always said talking about things helped and her words couldn’t ring more true than in that moment; it was like the tension had been literally syphoned away; the way her shoulders rounded and that knot between her brows smoothed said she was instantly less aggravated. And in return, Tony felt a lot of his anxiety settling and he took a breath, letting himself relax back against his chair. 

He shot the waitress a dazzling smile when she brought their pizza over and he skipped the plate all together and hauled up a slice - the cheese stretched from slice to pie and he wrapped his finger around it to rip it off cause gentleman or not, that was his fucking cheese - and shoved a good half of it into his mouth with a single bite. 

The noise he made was ungodly and he wiggled a little in happiness - maybe it was the fact that he was still somewhat drunk, but this was the best pizza ever. Fact. 

“What were you gunna say?” he asked, squinting an eye open to look at her before shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth and closing it agains briefly. Poptarts and coffee was all well and good, but god how had he gone so long without real food; without pizza? “M’all ears,” he added, not bothering to swallow before speaking.

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stevenxgrantr:

Steve blinked in surprise, any irritation forgotten in a wave of genuine shock and confusion. “Of me?” he said blankly. “Why? I was just some…some kid from Brooklyn who was the subject of an experiment. They could have made a dozen others like me if something hadn’t happened to the serum. They probably could have practically manufactured soldiers like me in a factory if they’d wanted to. I mean, I guess I was the first, but…” He gave a little shrug. “It’s not like I ever thought about or wanted to be famous. There was an embarrassing little – show? I don’t even know if it was that much. But I just wanted to do the right thing.”

Frowning, genuinely confused for a hot minute, the look he gave the other male was something else. “What d’ya mean, why? You--” Tony added, about three milliseconds from losing his indifferent act, “--you’re the original, you know that, right? That experiment had such a slim chance of actually working and not, you know, either frying you or turning into another megalomaniac, and that’s a big deal, even out of the science community.” 

Leaning back, realising he’d all but got up in his face in his excitement, he rocked on his feet, nervous energy not allowing him to keep still. “There’s still reels of your tour highlights,” he blurted out, as though that would help. “At The Smithsonian.” He wasn’t about to tell him they were on loan from his dad’s collection of shit. “I can’t believe - you know there’s comics, right? And they did a whole radio show, way back when you first went under; The Adventure of Captain America. Aunt Peg never liked them--” and she always made sure to tell him the stories his dad never did, to try and take him down from the pedestal that Howard had placed him up on.

“--but no, honestly, people will freak - and that’s in the good way - when they know you’re back. Like, lose their shit freak.”

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being myself suits me the best || tony & bruce

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betterthaneinstein:

Bruce tensed when Tony said he had one. He wasn’t sure what it could be but his mind raced with the worst. Landing on the fact that Tony was going to ask if it was okay if they never spoke to each other again. 

Instead, the question made his heart race in a completely different way, he could feel the way the pieces of it had shattered on that day as he sat there too numb to even comprehend death. His eyes lined with tears and his chin trembled as he allowed himself, for the first time in too long, to think about his mother. 

The way she smelled, the fact that she didn’t move but floated, and that blasted calm voice she seemed to always have. No matter what Brian was doing. Squeezing his eyes together to stop himself from any other emotions, sniffing his nose, Bruce collected himself enough to tremble out “Amazing.” 

A few more controlled breaths and he was able to find a few more words. “I didn’t get to see much of her, he made sure of it. But she was a light in a very, very dark place. The world is duller now because of him.” 

Trying to subtly move to wipe his eye on his arm, Bruce starting running equations in his head. He could not give in to this right now. He needed anything else to think about other than his mommy. 

The question had upset him and he’d know it would, but he still felt like shit for it -- but not enough to tell Bruce that he didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to, because he wanted to hear it. He ignored the sounds of Bruce pulling himself together and when he spoke, he ignored the slight tremor in his voice, eyes half-lidded as he traced patten on his sheet and followed the movement of the fabric. 

Bruce couldn’t see it but at the first uttered response, his lips twitched up in a half-smile, soft around the edges, because yeah. He got that. 

He lay his hand flat against the sheet when Bruce went quiet and only moved to slowly press his leg against his a little firmer and left it there when Bruce didn’t haul ass out of bed; it wasn’t quite a hug, but Tony hadn’t ever known what to do around upset people - he didn’t know how to offer comfort, not really. 

“I’m sorry he was such a shit. I’m glad he’s dead.” A beat. “What was her name?”

[jamesbuckybear]

Robots // Bucky & Tony

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jamesbuckybear:

He just shrugged at the question. Once he said the name Stark, it clicked in his head. The kid was a spitting image of Howard. “Your dad is Howard Stark?” He said a little dumbfounded. Another memory surface. He moved his arm away. “No way I’m letting you touch this. Your dad builds some good stuff, but I saw his fly car basically exploded at the Expo last year.” He stopped and thought about it. “Two years ago?” He could remember what happened, but not when.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile as the robot rolled over to the tool box. U pulled opened the second drawer and started pulling things out and dropping them on the ground when it realized it wasn’t the soldering iron. Once it took everything out of the wrong drawer, it moved down to the correct drawer and instantly pulled out the soldering iron. It whirled happily as it brought it over to them. “He’s doin great.” He said to the kid. “Ya did good U.”

Scowling, he kicked out the the guy’s leg and forcefully dragged his arm back over. “You asshole, look what you made me do.” He made a vague gesture to his arm, where the tweezers had popped some wires loose in his jerking before snorting. “Two years ago? I was like four during the last expo and there were no exploding or flying cars. He tested off some prototype back in the 40′s-- ‘robotic reversion technology’ he called it. More like a craptastic failure. But chill out, tall and brooding. He got it working a few years later. So. You know. Have more faith in his offspring, yeah?”

He licked his lips, warming to the guy a little despite himself, before offering a simple, “No one’s ever really questioned Howard’s work before. And I know U’s a little screwy,” he could hear the destruction the little bastard was making, “and I could fix his code, but I really don’t wanna - but yeah, anyway, I do know what I’m doing.”

Clamping his tongue between his teeth, he took the offered soldering iron when his ‘bot rolled back over. “Thanks, buddy. And I hope you,” he said, directing his voice towards the poster boy for Panic! At the Disco, “have something to occupy yourself cause once I’m in, I ain’t coming out until I’m done.”