“I’m already building you a hot tub when we get home,” Tony reminds him as he bends to collect that oh so carefully laid down piece and kicks a bunch of other ones in front of himself before FRIDAY can follow along and get the rest.
He misses DUM-E. DUM-E is really excellent for all of this menial labor.
While Bruce tries to nap and Tony welds with part of FRIDAY’s arm for the welding apparatus, his AI becomes his sounding board as she (and JARVIS before her) so often have been. “I still don’t know if it’s the hot tub or not. On his end. On my end, I’m—“
“Open. You’ve said that a few times now, Boss,” FRIDAY interjects as she holds part of the suit together with only the one arm Tony’s left her.
“He’s just special. I knew it the first time I watched the tapes of him destroying Harlem. And his papers? People don’t write like that anymore.”
“You skimmed those papers. And you don’t tend to do that for most scientists.”
Tony frowns at her and the mask she’s wearing to cover a bunch of air. “So you know it’s gotts mean something if I’ve read all of his stuff.”
“If you don’t mind me saying, Boss, you sound s bit smitten.”
Tony glances over his safety goggles (in place on because she’s gotten it through her head that it’s now part of mandatory safety protocols) and arches an eyebrow. “I don’t sound anything. I am.”
He’s not shouting. The repulsors aren’t loud enough for him to have to do that. But he’s forgotten one thing. Super soldier serum does more than increase sense of smell. It also increases ability to hear really well too.
“I think I have been since I met him. Shit. You know what, you’re distracting me,” he complains before he drops the arm all together. “But what if it’s the hot tub that’s making him feel anything for me?”
“You’re not usually this easily distracted by potential rejection.”
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He misses DUM-E. DUM-E is really excellent for all of this menial labor.
While Bruce tries to nap and Tony welds with part of FRIDAY’s arm for the welding apparatus, his AI becomes his sounding board as she (and JARVIS before her) so often have been. “I still don’t know if it’s the hot tub or not. On his end. On my end, I’m—“
“Open. You’ve said that a few times now, Boss,” FRIDAY interjects as she holds part of the suit together with only the one arm Tony’s left her.
“He’s just special. I knew it the first time I watched the tapes of him destroying Harlem. And his papers? People don’t write like that anymore.”
“You skimmed those papers. And you don’t tend to do that for most scientists.”
Tony frowns at her and the mask she’s wearing to cover a bunch of air. “So you know it’s gotts mean something if I’ve read all of his stuff.”
“If you don’t mind me saying, Boss, you sound s bit smitten.”
Tony glances over his safety goggles (in place on because she’s gotten it through her head that it’s now part of mandatory safety protocols) and arches an eyebrow. “I don’t sound anything. I am.”
He’s not shouting. The repulsors aren’t loud enough for him to have to do that. But he’s forgotten one thing. Super soldier serum does more than increase sense of smell. It also increases ability to hear really well too.
“I think I have been since I met him. Shit. You know what, you’re distracting me,” he complains before he drops the arm all together. “But what if it’s the hot tub that’s making him feel anything for me?”
“You’re not usually this easily distracted by potential rejection.”
“I’m just tired of losing people I like.”