[semi-open] ✪ may your smile shine on, don't be scared

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who: Eddie Thawne; Tony Stark, Taako Taaco; anyone else
what: catch-all
when: mid to late March, maybe early April
where: Community Housing; out and about
warnings: flashbacks to traumatic situations in trapped threads; probable mention of suicide (heroic self-sacrifice) and violence
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[The moment he hears the guy say 'wait, what?' like that, Eddie slumps sideways against the railing, wincing a bit as he looks upward and sees the other man peering over the railing down at him.]

Unfortunately, you're right. It's not gonna open. And about all the other stuff too, this place is completely insane, and I don't know why...

[Biting his words off, because he doesn't want to finish that particular thought or the thoughts it leads to afterward, he waves his hand almost dismissively.]

Seriously. What if there was a fire?

[It's a little more subdued, despite still being a complaint, because Eddie's pretty much run out of energy for being annoyed at this point. Leaning back against the railing, he purses his lips and crosses his arms and tries not to think too hard about how much this space echoes like the room Eobard had kept him in. How the half-darkness is a lot like that place. Shifting his arms again, he moves his feet against the floor, reminding himself that he's not tied up. Takes stock of himself to remind himself that he's not hungry.]

You feel like coming down and playing word games or something?

[If nothing else, at least he's not alone. And it isn't Eobard this time, either, there won't be any glowing red eyes in the dark, no voice purring about how useless and worthless he is.

Totally different scenario. Totally different.]

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Yup, well that is going to be a thing that a fix after this whole monsters under the city disaster because, locking stairwells? That sounds like a fire disaster right there, I mean maybe it is meant for security purposes but I really cannot see how it is going to be a good idea, because, hello, windows? Who doesn't-- Fuck, ow, hot coffee.

[ Tony is right there with you Eddie. Dumbest idea ever. And Tony really does not have the time left in today to spend it trapped in a stairwell until the power comes back on, he already wasted too much time napping on the kitchen table. Though, at least he isn't alone. Nothing good comes of Tony Stark trapped in dark spaces by himself.

With a bit of a muffled sigh (Tony is not wasting coffee whether it has burned him or not, so he is licking the coffee off his hand), Tony slowly starts moving towards the other voice in the stairwell. There was a tremor in the other's voice, something barely there but it resonated with Tony.

It was a familiar curl, claws in your lungs and a chill down your spine.

Tony continues to ramble as he picks his way down the stairs, trying his damnedest not to fall down and waste precious coffee.]

Word games? How about number games, or we can bounce ideas off of each other about the nine million different ways that we could make this place less fucking creepy and dangerous in case of fire, that might be useful. Hell, why did I leave my suit in the office, I swear, the one time.

[ It takes him longer than normal but he finally make sit down to Eddie.]

Also, hi, I'm Tony Stark. Wish we met in less obnoxious circumstances.

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Wait, you intend to fix the monsters under the city thing?

[Eddie takes a breath, latches onto the first thing he can make himself focus on, squinting through the semi-darkness as the other person makes his way down the stairs, step by step. Licking his lips a little nervously, he watches until the other man is finally a bit closer to him, enough that he can see him a bit through the darkness.

For a moment, Eddie struggles not to press himself closer to the little window in the door, where a few streaks of light come through. As good as it is to have company, Eddie doesn't exactly want the other guy to see how messed up he is over this. How many memories it's bringing up, memories that are too fresh and recent to be anything but raw and painful still.]

Numbers aren't really my specialty, sorry. I'm all down for less creepy ideas, though.

[For a moment, he's quiet, then he looks out through the sliver of glass again, lips pursed, as if he's looking for someone outside that might help.]

Your suit?

[It's idle, just to make conversation, but Eddie isn't really expecting the kind of suit Tony might mean. Eddie being who he is, the first thing he thinks is tailored cloth and a tie, not iron.]

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Errrr, I intend to try, I can't really say that about how much of the problem I am going to be able to fix while locked in here to be honest, though I guess this is good thinking time? Maybe?

[ There is an edge to his voice that makes it known that no, no this will not be good thinking time, not even a little bit, but hey he is trying for positive right? He feels like positive is a thing that he is going to need in this situation that is for sure.

As little light as there is filtering into the stairwell, Tony is well versed at reading people, at reading a language without words, and the moment he sees something like tension curl against Eddie's shoulders, he makes sure to move as slowly as possible. As non-threatening as possible (which was easy for him, despite his size, he had long since mastered the art of charming a room without even opening his mouth).]

Mmm that's okay, in comparison to me, most people aren't really all that good with them either, and I honest to god am not trying to be an arrogant shit when I say that okay, I just-- ugh. Whatever. Less creepy ideas. First one, fairy lights in the stairwells that run on green energy and a separate generator, what do you think?

[ There is a pause, where Eddie leans away, where he fidgets with nerves and that familiar rattle in his words that makes Tony think of sand and caves and--]

Yeah, my suit. Beautiful piece of machinery, nanotech and completely coded to me because that is the superhero business. Was way better when I was also part machine, but apparently being able to delete your brain is a thing that other humans look down upon or something. Even though it totally saved the day.

[ There is another pause, Tony stays away enough from Eddie to not be a threat, but close enough to gauge reactions.]

Hey, so, uh, you not good with enclosed spaces?

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Obviously not while you're here, but, in general. Did you get some kind of job in... [He waves a hand vaguely.] ...monster-killing and city saving?

[Eddie watches as the other man comes closer, and he's not without his own skill at reading other people's body language. He can see that the other man is trying to be non-threatening, trying not to make him freak out, and his lips press together with a slight kind of irritation, not at the other man, but at himself for being so obvious.

When Tony talks about being good with numbers and the ideas and saying he's not trying to be an arrogant shit, Eddie laughs, softly. Because the matter-of-fact way Tony says it reminds him of a less self-conscious Cisco, talking about what he's capable of in a matter-of-fact way, comfortable with his own genius. Just like at home, Eddie feels a little safer working with a genius.]

Well, there are probably some things I'm better at than you too. [He winks, holds his breath for a moment to catch his bearings, listening to the explanation about the suit and being a superhero, and some of the tension goes out of Eddie when he hears it.]

You're a superhero? Seriously? That's so cool. The whole...machinery suit and nanotech and all that reminds me of a friend of mine from home. I also worked with a guy called The Flash. Heard of him?

[And right when Eddie was starting to calm down, to distract himself, Tony has to go ahead and ask that. About confined spaces. Instinctively, Eddie brings his arms up and crosses them in front of himself, shaking his head, lips pressed together again.]

Not my favourite thing, no. Bad experiences. You?