“he’s fine, he doesn’t bite. much. just don’t take that squeaky wrench toy, it’s his favourite and he will not take kindly to that.” leon says absently, referring to the dog. because of course he has a spot in their lab for his dog. how could he not? wolf goes everywhere with him, there’s no way he wouldn’t have a dedicated corner where leon spends most of his time. the eldest stark pushes his goggles up onto his forehead, shifting his attention away from his tinkering. “alright, let’s take a look.” nodding at the device in their hand, leon reaches out for it. “what did you do to it anyway? drop it? pull it apart? i mean i can fix it no problem, but i’d recommend not getting too hulk-y with your stuff next time.”















