imafuturist | Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Thursday Afternoon

Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Thursday Afternoon

Was Tony even aware of the whole armor situation that had begun as the week continued? Debatable. Possibly because he was too far in the zone, possibly because JARVIS was a deft hand at keeping things in check until backup may or may not need to be called.

It was almost like Tony had a bit of a reputation as a mad scientist sometimes. No like Reed or Hank level, but pretty damn close, honestly.

But he was continuing on designing more very niche armor pieces that were just... coming into existence without the whole production thing needing to happen.

[for that husband and for the SP]

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Shitshitshit.

Steve hit the armor again with the repulsor. "Stay," he ordered it. "JARVIS, any chance of locking any of these down?"

The door dented in further, pulling away from the hinges to reveal what looked like more suits of armor trapped behind it, eyeholes glowing as they were woken up.

"Sir has included a consistently changing algorithm in the armors' systems to prevent interference at hour four of no longer responding to my requests. As such, it has become more difficult to take control of them."

Well, that was helpful, right?

"Fanstastic," Steve grunted, scrounging for more weapons as he watched that door cautiously. "How many suits has Tony made?"

"As of this moment: sixteen."

Several pairs of gauntlets curled around the door, working together to force it open wider as the armor that Steve had shot was jerkily pushing itself to it's feet like a marionette on tangled strings. Tony? Still blissfully plugging away at a design, it seemed.

"Might I suggest keeping the gauntlet on, Captain?"

Sixteen against one, and Tony still out of the fight. "Great idea," Steve agreed. "Where's the shield?"

Because fighting barefoot and in sweatpants was going to end badly.

"Equipped within the gauntlet. A hard light projection."

Made perfect sense, right?

And the only armor in the room as lurching past Tony to lunge at Steve.

"Got it," Steve said, calling it up just in time to catch a blast against it. "Tony. Snap out of it."

"I'm working!" Tony didn't not hiss like some kind of feral science possum who didn't like to be interrupted.

And the armor was trying it's level best to get through that shield. But it was Tony's engineering vs Tony's engineering there.

"Your work is trying to hurt me," Steve snapped back, trying to decapitate the armor with the shield.

"It's field testing!"

Well, it was safe to say the armor needed work on the connection between the helmet and the neck then, because it was being was giving way under the force of Steve's blows.

"There's not enough space--" Steve snapped his mouth shut because the absolute last thing that needed to happen was to give the suits more space. He gave the armor one last, frustrated, extremely hard, punch via shield. "It's not successful," he tried instead.

Tony frowned, finally looking over at Steve and the disabled armor. "Huh."

Oh, that 'huh' didn't bode well.

"You with me now?" Steve asked, panting slightly.

"Capbuster armor," Tony said like Steve hadn't responded to him.

Which was when there was a horrible screeching noise as the metal of the door was peeled down by the other armors as one was pushed through the gap.

"Capbuster?" Steve--he wouldn't say squawked, but there was definitely something bad happening there--yelled as he spun around. "JARVIS, a little help here? What'd he do?"

He was betting he couldn't decapitate this one with a shield.

"I have been able to keep some of them disabled, but it will not hold, Captain," JARVIS chimed in. "I will deploy the Iron Patriot armor to assist."

Two of the armors were through now with a third getting caught as it was far more bulky than the first two. Both of the functioning ones in the room had the telltale sound of a repulsor being charged up.

"Son of a bitch," Steve swore, diving for cover.

Well, Tony's lab was going to end up needing to be redone anyway, right? Right.

The cover Steve took shook and creaked from the force of the blast. But it wasn't going to work for long as they separated to leave him without cover between the two, shooting again.

Steve curled behind the shield, already knowing it wasn't big enough. This was going to hurt.

Tony would going to end up building Steve a uniform that could be deployed with the same speed as armor after this. Because, yes, the shield managed to catch a good mount, but the systems of the suit or whatever else was controlling them was catching onto his movements and adapting to shoot at what little showed.

Steve hissed in pain as the repulsor energy bit into his knee and back foot and the force of the rest of it propelled him across the room and into a wall with a loud thump.

"Hmm." Tony said to his tablet. "I'll need to boost the tactical programing."

The bulkier armor was, meanwhile, charging up a unibeam blast from it's chest that sent the door flying into the room, just barely missing Steve's head.

Steve flattened himself against the floor. "Jesus."

Welcome to the fun of R&D, Steve!

Luckily for him, the other armor in the closet there were still being held by JARVIS. At least for now, that was. But now there were three making their way to him, gauntlets glowing as they charged weapons.

Zero stars, Tony!

"JARVIS, I don't suppose my kill code still works for some of these?" he asked hopefully.

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