Ezra Abernathy|Tony Stark (repulsortech) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-11-18 12:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | ezra abernathy, wesley roberts |
Who: Ezra Abernathy and Wesley Roberts
Where: Avengers Mansion
When: Saturday afternoon
What: Other members of the team are slowly finding out about Ezra’s medical issues.
Ever since his appointment with his cardiologist, Ezra had been focusing on the little side project he’d been running with Irving. It didn’t seem so much like a side project anymore. He’d thought he’d get more time because it had always worked out that way. No matter how many times the doctors gave him a definitive limit to his lifespan he had managed to go past that because he’d been relatively careful. He didn’t drink, he didn’t give into emotional flairs that would stress out his heart. Okay, so he smoked, but that was partly because he felt that his lungs were doing far too well comparably; those bastards. But then he’d joined the Avengers and more and more often he was getting involved in their fights. Even with his prescription of beta blockers, the increased adrenaline rushes were obviously taking their toll and he probably shouldn’t have tried refining the Bleeding Edge armor. He also understood that if he continued as if nothing had happened eighteen months would be an optimistic estimate. He wasn’t about to stop saving lives and fighting bad guys just because it was killing him. This was the thing he’d been waiting for his entire life that made him feel alive.
Currently, he was squirreled away in the Avenger’s Mansion, in a room he had ended up claiming by virtue of spreading his work around it and filling it various robots that he built to help him with various tasks from scraps he had pilfered from around the Mansion and his workshop in Dover. Ezra still liked his workshop at home for the pure reason that no one came to bother him there. He was out of the way and he enjoyed the solitude even if that was completely the opposite of what Tony wanted. Tony always wanted people to see him, to congratulate him on his innovations even if it had only been the long-suffering Pepper who was being forced to observe some new design before he bothered to sign the papers she needed to be completed. The only reason he was here today was convenience. The technology here was easier to manipulate and he couldn’t afford to replicate half of it in his own workshop. So when he was alone it was much quicker to work here, he could extrapolate data and revise his ideas in a few hours, or minutes if he was particularly inspired. Something that would normally take days or weeks using the low-powered trash at his home workshop. Having expensive equipment at your fingertips really did make a difference.
“Show me the data from fifty-four again.” He said absently to thin air as he scrolled through the display, pausing and swiping a section of what he was looking at onto a separate projection. The rest he pinched closed and threw it aside then turned to the new data.
“Seventy-eight has reached completion and initial data looks promising, Tony.” FRIDAY’s lilting voice informed him over speakers. “I’ve also pulled three new research trials that show complimentary methods.”
“Great, throw those up too. Don’t tell me how you got into those trials.” Ezra responded ignoring the name, he hadn’t bothered to correct her when he’d initially turned her on and wasn’t about to start now. He grabbed the information that he wanted from fifty-four adding it to the new projection then started searching through the extra data FRIDAY had given him. “This is good. There’s a good chance we’ll get something before the original gives out. I might even make it to fifty at this rate.” Ezra quickly identified the relevant information from the trials and scanned through the report from the most recent artificial heart he and Irving had created. They were getting better at this while he was creating even smaller RT nodes to power them.
“Okay, that’s everything. Email the file to Midget, we’ll start on the next one tomorrow.”
“It has been sent. According to his schedule, Bruce may not get a chance to review it tonight.”
“Fine, fine,” Ezra conceded. “I’ll still start it tomorrow. I don’t have time to wait around,” He opened the door into one of the common areas and walked through. “Not after I was given eighteen months to liv-” He looked around and without much of a pause asked, “How long has Wes been here?”
“Twenty-three minutes and seventeen seconds.”
“Could have told me.”
“You didn’t want to be disturbed, I let him know that.”
“Yep, I did say that. Thanks for everything.” He looked at Wes and shrugged which basically amounted to him not acknowledging what he'd just been saying. “Hey.”