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Tweak says, "the sun is still in the sky"

Annie Wagner (i_lovemachines) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-07-25 21:26:00

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annie wagner, tony stark, worlds collide

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Annie pulled herself out of slumber, expecting there to be a snarky older gentleman next to her. She'd been staying with him in the rather small apartment, going out into the strange world only a little bit. Mostly she was content to sit and work, or talk to the suit. She was also worried about running into the people that Tony had warned her of. It seemed smarter to stay inside, really.

When she woke in her own bed, in her own apartment above Fixit, she actually felt a little bit of disappointment. She hadn't been happy to be in a world with very little tech, or one that wasn't the City, but she'd found in Tony somebody who she felt a new kind of connection with. She had felt something similar in Fred, but in a much different way.

Of course, she did immediately climb into the shower and stay in it until the water was getting cold, and used up a lot of her favorite shower gel, just because it was actually there. Following that, she might have overindulged some on the snacks in her cupboard that the City provided for her, as well as some soda and ice cream.

Post these events, Annie made her way out into the streets, where she was greeted with the noise of city living. Technology all around her. Cars on the streets. Buildings that didn't look like they'd been next to an explosion. A wall that was there to keep them from falling off of a space-island instead of keeping bad things out.

She did miss the suit already, though.

Really, she was torn. Tech and food and cleanliness VS Tony and the suit. She wondered if she should try to find Dean, or Charlie. Or Fred. Or Megan. She wondered if anybody else had made the trip she had, or if she was the only one. Had they missed her, if so?

Not sure what to do, Annie stood in front of the shop, staring at the sky.

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i_shoottothrill
2012-07-27 07:40 am UTC (link)

"Not if you're really looking," Tony agreed. The elevator closed and ascended. He housed everything in the heart of Stark tower, the most secure location just under the research floors.

The elevator opened to a large, very metallic room. There were a few large objects, one of which was the hub of Jarvis' Tower mainframe, but another lit up as they approached, opening automatically.

Every version of the suit was housed there, even the salvaged remains of the first that had been brought into the states by Obadiah and then recovered by Tony in the raid on the Industrial complex where his suit had been built. Each suit had its own display, well lit and kept as whole as they had been when retired. All but the seventh, which was in the workshop still, being repaired and upgraded when Tony had the time and inclination.

Tony stopped a ways away, hands in pockets, nodding to Annie to go take a look. Jarvis would keep them from powering up again. They were all missing the software to power them up fully, a safety precaution just in case some body made it to them. Jarvis could activate any of them in minutes, of course, but they didn't have the connection to be powered without Tony's express permission.

"Here we are. They're all antiques now, of course. But it's something to look at."

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i_lovemachines
2012-07-27 10:55 am UTC (link)

As much as she wanted to meet Jarvis and speak to an AI, Annie thought that seeing the suits first would be a quicker task. Something that was confirmed for her when she got closer and realized that they had nothing to power them, no life.

"There so quiet." She hadn't expected that, not that she'd really had a reason to. The suit was a powerful thing and Tony had been wary enough about it to take the power supply with him when he left the suit on it's own in the other world. Why she'd thought it would be any different here was beyond her.

Annie looked over each carefully. "They're amazing." He already knew that. Seeing the progression from the original to the one that she'd met, even if they weren't whole, was a wonder. Annie could see the leaps of logic made and the genius behind each change. Tony Stark might have been an arrogant man, but he deserved to be in her opinion. She had felt that way after working at his side for a little bit, but now it was intensified.

"Where is the last one? Seven?" She turned to face the man who was sort of her boss now. She had been gearing herself up to meet it. Re-meet it maybe. As she had done with Tony.

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i_shoottothrill
2012-07-27 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Tony sort of understood what she meant by quiet. He was part of the suit, after all. Each of these had been worn, tested, tried, and ultimately outmatched by something or other. He wouldn't admit it, but when something connected to your core power (in this case, his ARC), and moved with you, for you, it became part of you. And seeing them, knowing that as they stood they were essentially dead, was certainly significant.

"The Mark VII is in my workshop. I'm finishing up a few repairs and upgrades after the battle with the Chitauri," he said. "And this is just the display to retire outmoded suits to. You want to visit?"

He didn't usually give tours of his private spaces. And if somebody wanted to see them, they were never shown around by Tony himself. But he was enjoying the ego stroking that watching her marvel at his work gave him.

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i_lovemachines
2012-07-28 01:35 am UTC (link)

Annie had to wonder if the same repairs were being made, the same upgrades. It would make sense if they were. They were, it sounded like, the same suit in two different places.

"Of course." She smiled.

She turned her attention briefly to where she felt Jarvis was centered. She could have talked to the AI in the car, or any other time, really, but she felt like she wanted to be right there, right where the main brain was, to do it.

"I'll be back," Annie told the AI. "I do wish to speak to you at length."

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i_shoottothrill
2012-07-28 02:57 am UTC (link)

"I am wired throughout the building, and linked through various electronic devices. I'm happy to speak to you whenever you wish," Jarvis said.

Tony smirked and jerked his head back to the elevator, which was the only way in or out of this room.

"This way," he said. When she joined him he had the elevator head up to the top floor for R&D, which was his exclusive playplace. He might go down to the other floors to tour or work with Bruce, but this was his own workshop. It was an organized mess, of course, plans, computers, pieces of finished and unfinished tech everywhere. Tools that were sophisticated and many specialty pieces that only had one function. And, of course, his favorite hot rod in the middle. The one car that might never get driven anywhere, but which was his favorite thing to sit in to think through problematic mental roadblocks. Or nap in, if he was too lazy to walk to the elevator and then his bed. The fact that the car had been built from scratch in his shop and would likely never see sunlight didn't stop him from upgrading it constantly, and while the exterior was a classic design the interior was all cutting edge. The continuing pet project not designed to save the world or benefit society in any way.

And, of course, the Mark VII was there as well, standing in the center of the room near some of the more overloaded tables. Almost all of the outer and cosmetic damage from its maiden deployment had been repaired, but the chest piece and thrusters were open and being worked on to address some lags and performance issues Tony had noted during the battle.

"Feel free to poke around. Just don't move anything or drool. There's equipment here too sensitive for that kind of thing," the billionaire smirked, taking off his jacket and tossing if over the chair of his main desk. The computers and lights all flickered to life automatically in his presence. Most of the screens were schematics, reports, and tests, but one of the screens was sporting the enlarged image of a very attractive and scantily clad woman holding a wrench and a miscellaneous piece of machinery in her hand.

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