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Crash Test Dummy Pt. 1 (Tony)
It was 1am. Wash woke up to a sound, some high pitched sort of chiming sound. With much concentration and rubbing of eyes he verbalized his discontent at being waken at such a terrifyingly inappropriate hour with chimes.
"Mrph."
That being said, he turned over with a groan to find out where the chimes had come from. He had a suspicion. He opened a drawer on the leaning night stand (jimmy rigged to not fall over after his rumble with the thing) and brought out the thin phone Tony had given him.
With a resounding sniff to clear his sinuses he blinked his eyes and checked his messages. Tony wanted him in the lab. He was testing something. It was a brief message that left little room for argument.
Wash thumbed in a reply that read:
IOK 'm no my wqay Predictor text, be damned.
Thirty minutes later the phone's gps took him to a ridiculously tall building. He looked up, far up, at the gleaming letters.
"Oh! STAR-K," he exclaimed. He'd always thought it'd said STAR.
A genial voice that introduced itself as the seemingly omnipresent Jarvis met him at the gate. It traveled with him as he stepped into what must have been the presidential suite of elevators. He swallowed as pressure built in his ears from being lifted so high so quickly.
Then, Jarvis' voice led him down to where he saw Tony.
"I think you need dampers on those elevators, Tony" he quipped once he made it into the lab, making a show of putting a finger in his ear, though he'd already popped the pressure with swallowing.
"Mrph."
That being said, he turned over with a groan to find out where the chimes had come from. He had a suspicion. He opened a drawer on the leaning night stand (jimmy rigged to not fall over after his rumble with the thing) and brought out the thin phone Tony had given him.
With a resounding sniff to clear his sinuses he blinked his eyes and checked his messages. Tony wanted him in the lab. He was testing something. It was a brief message that left little room for argument.
Wash thumbed in a reply that read:
IOK 'm no my wqay Predictor text, be damned.
Thirty minutes later the phone's gps took him to a ridiculously tall building. He looked up, far up, at the gleaming letters.
"Oh! STAR-K," he exclaimed. He'd always thought it'd said STAR.
A genial voice that introduced itself as the seemingly omnipresent Jarvis met him at the gate. It traveled with him as he stepped into what must have been the presidential suite of elevators. He swallowed as pressure built in his ears from being lifted so high so quickly.
Then, Jarvis' voice led him down to where he saw Tony.
"I think you need dampers on those elevators, Tony" he quipped once he made it into the lab, making a show of putting a finger in his ear, though he'd already popped the pressure with swallowing.