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Tony Stark: Earth's Best Defender (allaboutego) wrote in snapthread,

The thing about this place was that it did seem to bring good with the bad, even though it sometimes felt uneven and you'd miss it if you weren't squinting -- well. Sometimes, anyway.

Tony couldn't really miss the good that had come this time, because it'd come in the form of a completely revised workshop. Several levels of it, in fact, all set up for him in the building he'd picked in the square to be his new make-shift shop.

It was pretty fucking glorious to have all of his tools and his bots and everything else he'd had before. Even if it came at the assumed price of having metal stuck back into his chest like it'd never been gone at all. The last week had been difficult, and even now Tony was taking it easier than he normally would, working on something that only require sitting and a little movement as opposed to something grander. Still. It was getting easier. Like riding a bike. Or relearning how to breathe with limited lung capacity. Whichever.

He looked up when Nebula entered, and didn't miss the warmth in her greeting. It was a clear difference from when she wasn't friendly with someone, and he was well aware of it. "A request?" he asked, eyebrows raising. "Shoot."