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Oct. 6th, 2020 at 8:28 AM
WHO: Tony Stark & Agatha Heterodyne
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: The Tower
WHEN: Tuesday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of injury/gore.
Tony barely slept. He'd spent most of the night watching his video surveillance of the portal. Unfortunately, it did little good as the villains were spit out quickly and landed all over New York. He felt useless. Perhaps he ought to put on his suit and go flying over New York? However, part of him didn't want to. He didn't want to see the pained looks on Pepper's, Morgan's, or Peter's faces ever again. Could he actually sit back and be the "man in the chair" though? Hell, he was antsy.
He was just about to try to get some more sleep in his chair when a strange sight popped out of the portal and landed on top of his building. He quickly summoned his suit (just in case) and rushed up.
WHAT: Meeting
WHERE: The Tower
WHEN: Tuesday morning
STATUS: Threading
WARNINGS: Language, mentions of injury/gore.
Tony barely slept. He'd spent most of the night watching his video surveillance of the portal. Unfortunately, it did little good as the villains were spit out quickly and landed all over New York. He felt useless. Perhaps he ought to put on his suit and go flying over New York? However, part of him didn't want to. He didn't want to see the pained looks on Pepper's, Morgan's, or Peter's faces ever again. Could he actually sit back and be the "man in the chair" though? Hell, he was antsy.
He was just about to try to get some more sleep in his chair when a strange sight popped out of the portal and landed on top of his building. He quickly summoned his suit (just in case) and rushed up.
mood: 
worried
worried
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She facepalmed, realizing something. "And they might have their hands full. If all my clanks are there... without me... That... might be a problem. The construction clank alone is over twenty feet tall.... and there are a few thousand dingbots..."
"My theory is that you are still technically at home." He relented on his resolve to keep some of his theory quiet. This person obviously knew superior things from a different world. That could come in handy. "So you don't have to worry about your clanks. And, really, I think you'd make a great addition to the team here, Agatha."
A shame she didn't know about the Muse of Time yet, or she'd be far calmer.
She understood. She'd rather be working with practical tech than theoretical futures herself, and it wasn't exactly like she trusted him enough to tell him WHY another of her would be so dangerous....
Maybe some day, but not yet. So far he reminded her of Billy, which made her want to trust him, but her own desire to trust was what was making her cautious.
"Something about the nature of the world itself made death impermanent. Without the need for machinery. He wanted to study how it worked, I wanted to study how using mechanical revivification on a world where death was naturally impermanent changed the revivification process. But I didn't ask if I could kill him for the experiment, he asked me to kill him, I helped refine what he wanted out of his death. And helped him choose a less painful method. Who actually WANTS to be burned to death anyway?" She shook her head. "Anyway, I learned that way to tell people there will be an experiment, and the nature of it, then invite them to my lab so that those who want to see it, for science, can, but it won't bother anyone too sensitive to handle death."
She took a bite of cake and grinned. "For example, the absence of salted caramel snails in this cake."
"I think you'll have to make your own snails," he told her.