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imafuturist) wrote2016-02-23 04:26 pm
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FuturePharm, Tuesday Afternoon
So, instead of calling The Avengers for help, Tony had decided to use an experimental process to fix his injuries and upgrade his... everything. Because that seemed like a reasonable thing that in no way would get him yelled at by anyone.
Sure.
For the moment, he was in what could only be described as a metallic cocoon as the changes to his body took place, blissfully unaware that someone was going to yell at him very soon.
[NFB again, duh. For the ladies]
Sure.
For the moment, he was in what could only be described as a metallic cocoon as the changes to his body took place, blissfully unaware that someone was going to yell at him very soon.
[NFB again, duh. For the ladies]
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"If you disappear like this again, I'm finding other employment."
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Oh god, the emotions in this room right now.
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"Thank you, Jessica. For helping."
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Always leave a note, Tony.
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Pepper did manage a small smile at that. "I'm going to go deal with your impromptu hostile take over now," she said in a tone that strongly implied more yelling at a later date.
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She still voted for the 'wait for the fucking Avengers' plan.
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Which was less dramatic than announcing 'I can see through satellites' while standing there naked. But some changes had to be made.
"He's on his way to D.C."
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"But whatever. Let's go to DC."
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What.
"It's not weird." A beat. "Okay, remind me to not attempting looking at things via satellite. Weirdest sense of vertigo."
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