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One day Tony Stark would realize that playing with Chitauri technology, even just ‘for fun,’ was a bad idea. He never bothered relying on his own safety protocols. He never bothered with putting precautions in place to make sure that he didn’t blow himself up. And when he did blow himself up, he didn’t stop to examine the underlying causes as to why that was.
Banner was gone off to parts unknown (Tony respected his obvious wishes and didn’t track down his easily track-downable quinet). Tony himself had left the Avengers. There was younger blood that could take the stress. He was prepared to settle down with Pepper, maybe get this whole marriage thing he was evidently supposed to be getting around to started, and…well…tinker with all of the fun things he had collected from HYDRA.
Seriously. They had a Leviathon! Tony wanted to Magic School Bus it up and have the coolest private airplane ever. Was that so wrong? The answer was very likely ‘yes.’
Pepper was away in England doing something or other (Tony trusted her with his company and he had no desire to ever be involved with it again, thank you) and so when Steve Rogers called about a faulty electromagnet on his shield-catching wrist, Tony paused the reverse engineering he was doing in his Lab in Manhattan and told the blond to come on up. “But only if you bring pizza. I haven’t eaten in weeks,” he lamented.
FRIDAY was quick to correct him. “It’s been thirteen hours, Boss!” she said cheerfully.
“Thirteen hours! I’m wasting away to practically nothing, Rogers! Hurry!”
Banner was gone off to parts unknown (Tony respected his obvious wishes and didn’t track down his easily track-downable quinet). Tony himself had left the Avengers. There was younger blood that could take the stress. He was prepared to settle down with Pepper, maybe get this whole marriage thing he was evidently supposed to be getting around to started, and…well…tinker with all of the fun things he had collected from HYDRA.
Seriously. They had a Leviathon! Tony wanted to Magic School Bus it up and have the coolest private airplane ever. Was that so wrong? The answer was very likely ‘yes.’
Pepper was away in England doing something or other (Tony trusted her with his company and he had no desire to ever be involved with it again, thank you) and so when Steve Rogers called about a faulty electromagnet on his shield-catching wrist, Tony paused the reverse engineering he was doing in his Lab in Manhattan and told the blond to come on up. “But only if you bring pizza. I haven’t eaten in weeks,” he lamented.
FRIDAY was quick to correct him. “It’s been thirteen hours, Boss!” she said cheerfully.
“Thirteen hours! I’m wasting away to practically nothing, Rogers! Hurry!”
