mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-13 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott lang (ant-man), tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Scott Lang and Tony Stark.
When: December 8
Where: Stark Industries, one of Tony’s private labs.
What: Scott’s been invited to show off the Ant-Man suit.
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete!
This was awesome. Dream Scott was absolutely an Avengers fan and a Stark fan, and real Scott was a pretty big Stark fan, too. He figured you couldn’t be in mechanical engineering and not be a fan. So he was definitely excitedly nervous to be taking the elevator to the private labs at Stark Industries.
The duffle bag containing his own suit was slung over his shoulder (it had suffered only one point of security checking). When the doors slid open and he stepped into the lab, he glanced around. “Mr. Stark?”
Tony was in the lab working on one of his boots. It’d been a long time since the suit showed up from his dreams, and he’d been reverse-engineering the whole thing so he could make another suit. Of course, there were things involved with the creation of the Iron Man suit that simply didn’t exist in this world. So he was trying things, making changes, and adjusting where he could. It wasn’t easy, things were falling apart left and right.
“Yeah!” Tony called out without taking his eyes off the damn thing. He was carefully threading wires between the plating and the lining.
Scott was pretty sure he knew what Tony was working on, and that was so cool. He dropped his duffle bag near the door, out of the way of anything important. “Need a hand or something?”
After all, Scott was pretty good at what he did. Sure, his level of engineering maybe wasn’t quite on Iron Man level (whose was?) but he could offer what assistance he could lend.
Tony finished pulling the wires through, and then turned to glance at the man who’d just come into the lab. “Mister Lang!” Tony greeted him with a smirk. “Come on in, pull up a stool. I don’t need the help, but the company’s always appreciated.”
“Scott is fine. Really.” Scott grabbed a stool and settled on it, watching. It was, in a word, awesome. “How’s that coming along?
“Well, it’s not exactly a piece of cake reverse engineering tech from another world where half of the components are created from materials that don’t even exist in this reality.” Tony said, then set the boot down and turned to glance over at the other man. “But at least I can code it. This is what science was made for.” He reached out a hand to shake Scott’s. “How’ve you been?”
“Yeah, I can imagine it’d be tricky. If anyone can do it, though, it’d be you. Besides, you probably have - what, a good chunk of dream knowledge? Weirder things have happened. Probably.” Scott shrugged and shook Tony’s hand, deciding that his life was turning out to be very cool since moving here.
“Me? I’ve been good. Getting used to the whole being the size of an ant thing. It takes a bit for the body to adjust but I might have a hang on it.”
Tony loved being surrounded by people who stroked his ego. Scott was definitely one of them. A smirk crossed Iron Man’s lips as he shook the other’s hand, then he slipped his into his pockets and leaned back against the counter. “A good chunk. And stranger things have, most definitely, happened.”
The suit! Tony couldn’t wait to see the suit. “Are there any serious side-effects you’ll have to worry about when it comes to… shrinking to such incredible size?”
“Uh. In theory,” was Scott’s not so technical answer. He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “Pym said the reason he needed me was because his body couldn’t stand up to it anymore. I mean, I didn’t study biology or anything, but you have to assume that constantly rearranging your molecules would have some effect down the line. Mostly it’s disorienting.”
Tony nodded once, deciding not to follow along that line of thought. It was something they could worry about in the future, right? Right. He took a step forward, then. “I’m good with disorienting. Let’s see it.”
“You’ve obviously never been the size of an ant.” Scott raised his eyebrows. He reached for his duffle bag and began to pull out the suit, followed by the gloves, the boots, the helmet, and the belt. He laid it all out on a (mostly bare) table. “The regulator is in the belt. It’s what keeps me from shrinking forever and ever and ever. Etcetera.”
“No, that’s very true.” Tony said, shaking his head. He wouldn’t be opposed to trying it out, though he was fairly certain that he would prefer his own suit to anyone else’s. Tony watched with interest, very gently pinching what little goatee he had growing on the cleft between his lower lip and chin. “That would be a bad thing,” he mentioned, trying to wrap his mind around this whole shrinking thing.
“Yeah. You stop existing in any known realm, which is a mind fuck, so try not to think about it too much.” Scott assumed that a demonstration was going to be asked for, so he didn’t bother waiting for Tony to say so. He began to step into the suit, taking the helmet in his hands. “Uh. Can I sit on this table?” Because being the size of an insect in Tony Stark’s lab on the floor seemed like an unwise decision.
“Not worried.” Tony said, almost playfully, and turned to watch him. He nodded in response to Scott’s question. “Please.” Then Tony moved over to a camera he had set up in his lab and turned it just slightly so he could get a good recording of this demonstration.
Apparently, Tony was prepared for this, and Scott wasn’t surprised. Sitting on the table, Scott slipped on the helmet and nodded. He was there one moment, and the next - he wasn’t. Except that he was, but he was just a little dark spot against the shining metal of the work table. From his new vantage point, Scott peered up and up and up to see Tony Stark, and he waved.
“Hey.”
Tony almost jumped when Scott practically disappeared. Almost. He was surprised, sure, and it showed on his face. Eyebrows rose, Tony’s lips went a little slack. “Huh.” He said, once the man was tiny. Then Tony bent down to get a better look.
“Holy crap.” Tony said, and broke into a smile. “Color me impressed.”
Behind the helmet, Scott grinned. He just impressed Tony Stark. That was a pretty big win, let’s be honest. He motioned at Tony to back up then made himself normal size again, ending up standing on top of the table.
“So. That’s it. I keep my strength, so when I’m that size it’s equivalent to the power of a bullet. It’s pretty handy, if I say so myself. I can imagine it being useful in a place like this.”
“No.” Tony said, shaking his head. “It’d be damn useful in a place like this.” He was itching to get his hands on that suit. Not that Tony was interested in shrinking, but the science behind it. For the love of God, the science!
Jumping down, Scott took off the helmet and flashed Tony a grin. “I’m sure the day will come when I can really put it to the test. There’s not like, an Orange County Avengers is there?” he asked, jokingly.
Tony paused. “No. Should there be?” He asked, quite seriously. Maybe it was time to put together something like that. Something in addition to the Agency, working hand in hand with (or, at least, alongside?) that organization. Tony wasn’t exactly one to lead such a thing… but maybe Steve?
Scott hadn’t meant to get any wheels turning. But now the words were out there, and the joke held a lot of reality in it. “Why not?” His response was just as serious. “There’s - I don’t even know how many of us there are. A lot of people with superhero powers or something like it, and I know more than a few of them were Avengers at some point. Hell, apparently in some universe even I’m an Avenger. Seems like if any place needs a team of caped crusaders, it’s here.”
“We’ll have to try and figure out how many of us there are around, and what we’re all up to.” Tony wasn’t a leader. He wasn’t a follower, either. He was just… Tony. But he could be one hell of an Orange County Avenger, that he was sure of. “You should definitely do that thing.”
Scott was no leader, either. He had ideas, sure - he was an engineer, that’s what they did, had ideas. But he knew of someone who dreamt of naming the Avengers, and if he could get Janet on board then maybe they’d have something here.
“All right. Operation OCA, here we come.”