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...Uh. Think I broke the thingamabob.

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What's the thingamabob?

...I do not know what that is properly called either. [Scratches under his ponytail...yay anachronisms.]

The what?

...Some ...thing that came off my motorcycle.

Yeah, I guess I'll ask someone.

That's not good if you want it to run.

A piece came off my motorcycle. I think I should ask Stark.

There appears to be tendrils of smoke coming out of it. Perhaps we should stand away?

Yeah, I know.

..That's not good. We probably should, yeah.

What did you do now?

Something came off my bike. And now it's kind of smoking.

And perhaps warn someo--

**BOOM**

[The instrument panel in question explodes; Dracula is standing near it and his face and clothes get shredded by flying bits of glass and metal. He barely staggers, and looks more annoyed than anything despite some nasty wounds...]

[...which start closing up as he turns to Steve.] Are you all right?

[.... Out of his way Mr. TechnoAllergic. He'll be poking at the bike and-]

How the hell did you manage to dislodge the oil cooler?

[He'll call it that for now. It's really the part that keeps the alternative fuel he snuck in there from overheating. It's a special mixture that gives the bike a bit of a turbo boost and seriously Steve, how the hell did you manage that?]

Thingamabob?

I dunno, it just kind of happened.

[It's not like he was doing ridiculous jumps or anything. Except he totally was.]

...Something fell off my bike. I might have landed that last jump a little too hard.

[...He's seen weirder things. Too bad he doesn't have the shield, though, so he just ducks and covers.]

I'm okay. Are you?

I can take a look?

I'd say so, if it caused a thingamabob to just fall off of your bike.

I, uh. Don't suppose you know anything about fixing motorbikes?

Couldn't hurt. What were you doing with it that it broke?

I may have landed that last jump a little too hard.

Not really, but I could take a look at it for you anyway, just in case I know a thing or two.

Maybe you're taking the action hero thing a little too far.

If you like. I might be better off asking Tony.

Maybe, but I don't -- have a lot to do right now.

What the problem?

You'd definitely be better off asking Tony. But if you do, you might not get the same bike back when he's done "fixing" it.

[He straightens, fussing at his coat and hair like a cat composure-grooming.] I'm fine. [Soft grumbling as he fingers a hole in his vest.] Better me near that thing than an ordinary man. Yourself?

Well, he fixed it up a little in the first place.

I dunno, it's kind of -- smoking.

If you want. I don't wanna intrude.

In that case, I probably shouldn't be touching it at all.

What is it this time?

It's okay. I'm not making any promises, but sometimes I'm good with putting things back together.

My motorbike is kind of smoking.

Yyyeah. Who knows what he did to it.

Would have liked it better if I'd had a little more protection, but nothing harmed.

He didn't tell you?

Good, good. [A glance at the console and he sighs] Learning modern technologies is going to be a full-time task for me for a while, I fear.

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