Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Thursday Afternoon

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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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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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Steve flattened himself against the floor. "Jesus."

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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.

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Zero stars, Tony!

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

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"I have detected no such code in the armor built this week," JARVIS replied, sounding sympathetic.

Because where was the fun in that? The fun was in one set of armor going to make a grab for Steve, really. Fun. Times.

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Steve planted himself, grabbed for the armor right back and tried to throw it.

...at least he didn't try to punch it?

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Well, that was indeed progress! Mostly for his knuckles.

The armor went flying into the wall before trying to right itself with the boot repulsors to shove both of them to the other side of the room. And Tony was still just in the work zone.

That made total sense.

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"Tony, you're on the couch," Steve snapped as he went rocketing across the lab and into another wall.

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Did it help that Steve got to destroy his lab doing this? Because it should help, really.

As the other two armor closed in on where Steve had been thrown with the first, a much smaller armor popped up near Tony's shoulder. Smaller and distinctly corgi shaped. Back up had arrived!

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It was helping a little.

"Patriot?" Steve gaped. Of course the dog had armor, Tony.

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Look, this one time it was good! Patriot moved his paws like he was swimming through the air and didn't do much to move him forward, but was pretty damn cute.

But then there was a tinny bark and a repulsor charged up, firing at the armor that was closest to Steve to knock it back.

Patriot? On the other side of the room from the recoil.

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"Oh, buddy," Steve said with a strangled little giggle, "lean into it a bit, okay?"

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Patty was doing his very best to just... swim through the air to get to Steve again with another bark. It was about half effective.

Tony would for sure need to tweak the flight systems.

"Oh, I should fix that--" TONY, NO.

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Steve leaped across the room to knock Tony from the controls. "Not today," he commanded.

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"Hey!" Tony snapped, clutching at the tablet as one of the armors wrapped themselves around him. Oh yeah, just what everyone wanted.

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"Leave the dog alone," Steve retorted in his Don't Fuck With Me Cap voice.

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"I need to fix it," Tony snapped, helmet settling into place.

Fix it and make it eeeeevil.