[open] gimme fuel, gimme fire

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who: Tony Stark and Open
what: Tony and his bots making themselves at home
when: September 4 - 30
where: Tony's workshop, shared housing, and anywhere in between
warnings: None yet


To the surprise of absolutely no one who knew him, once Tony's workshop was even moderately livable he essentially disappeared into it. He could occasionally be found heading back and forth towards where he (technically) slept, but that was mostly to grab something he'd forgotten or on the extremely rare occasions where he decided seeing actual daylight might be a good idea. Or someone else decided it for him, and was quite happy to hold his work hostage until he went along with it.

But being able to actually work, having his own private space to get things done, settled him in a way he couldn't articulate. A slight tension to his shoulders had loosened, something that would have been hard to notice until it was suddenly gone. Tony smiled a little easier, seemed much more pleased with himself with his hands covered in grease and soot.

With Dum-E and JARVIS there, the armor tucked into a corner like a watchful sentinel, it was almost like the best parts of the last few years. Sure the lack of his usual resources made it hard to forget that he wasn't exactly at home, but all said, Tony was about as settled as he was likely to get.

At least while dealing with everything else that got thrown at him, anyway.

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Given what little Tony knew of the guy from the few encounters they'd had, anything that got him quiet and serious was probably a big deal. And even Tony wasn't an asshole all of the time, he could work with that. He did cast one last glance at the jetpack thing before moving over to the back of the computer setup. That was for later.

"First thing, then," Tony said, suddenly producing a cord with all the drama of a magician making a rabbit appear. "Plug the sucker in. Then we play computers 101 and we hope that you don't accidentally manage to wipe my hard drive."

Not that he couldn't have fixed that. It was the principle of the thing.

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Peter offered another flat look as Tony whipped out the cord, but rather than offer a verbal complaint – because it would be a total party foul to sass the guy doing him a favor – he plugged the Zune in as directed.

"I'm not going to wipe your hard drive," and if Peter's tone sounded familiar, it was only because he was echoing Tony's offended voice from moments ago. "And if I did, then you've learned a valuable lesson about backing up your data."

Save frequently and often, kids at home.

As the Zune connected, Peter's gaze flicked up to the oversized claw machine wandering around. He nodded to Dum-E, the corner of his mouth curling up a little.

"How's your puppy settling in?"

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Tony just snorted, amused despite himself -- he had JARVIS for that, thanks -- but he followed Peter's glance over towards the bot parked comfortable in the corner. "He's managing," he said with a smile that was more fond than he probably meant it to be. "I mean, not quite the luxury to which he's accustomed, but when you're a a dumb hunk of metal, you don't really need much."

With one last glance, he turned back towards the computer. "Okay, see that icon there? If you take your music files and drop them onto it, they'll load onto your sad excuse for a music player."