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I'll keep that in mind, thanks. Enjoy the rest of your night, Mister Stark, and do say drop by and say hello the next time you find yourself in Washington.

[Somehow talking with Tony always helped Bruce not be so depressed all the time. Made him feel a little lighter being able to joke about his condition.]

Of course, small programmable robots that can be told to perform any funct--

[And realization] You're not thinking of using them with the suit? [Bruce had an idea what that would entail.]

[Tony enjoyed the friendship that came with Bruce, and he didn't exactly enjoy the company of people like Rogers, Romanoff, or Fury. They weren't like-minded people, and had an agenda different from his own. ]

Yup! And, to think of what they could do for the medical community, the space program, and you name it.. [Tony looked up from his work and he was all smiles.] I was thinking of an entirely different suit.

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[Bruce is so unused to having people he can rely on, the Avengers have been slowly re-socializing him in bits and pieces. It was nice to have someone who would understand the level of science he was on, even in part.]

It would be a huge undertaking... [Bruce goes quiet. An idea of his own forming, or it could keep the Hulk from showing up if done right. A low growl at the back of his mind says the Hulk doesn't like that line of thinking.]

One made of nanites? How well could that protect you? It could shatter on impact with anything if the bonds weren't tight enough.

"I forgot how much of an annoying ass you could be when you are not on their side." Clint groaned. "Normally its funny any other time." He glowered. "What proof do you need cause I'm getting really antsy at you pointing those repulsors at my Ma."

"Fledgling, don't be rude," Loki scolded, smiling ruefully. "He has cause, after all."

Loki turned back to Stark, smiling calmly.

"Your conditions are acceptable, Tony Stark. As long as Doom is stopped, you are welcome to withhold whatever he is after from us, as well."

It's only twice a year, Tony, that the shareholders meet. You can handle it.

Thetis huffed and let the wrench drop to the ground and reached for the tool she needed. "If you can't be useful, then maybe you shouldn't be in the garage. We're doing work here." She barely reached the other wrench and moved back further under the car. She had no idea who she had just spoken to.

I value each hour of my life. I really hate dealing with those guys.

It would be worth it. Give me a few months, and I might have something. [Tony was being dead serious about what he just said. This is something far different from rebuilding his arc reactor before it killed him. ] It will take a great deal of research and testing, I won't deny that. But if I can make the bonds tight enough, I will have a suit that feels like it's apart of me.

Tony had to do something that wasn't filled with board meetings with his shareholders. What he did in order to hide from this, it was to open up a garage.

"What do you think, I'm doing in here?" Tony pulls up the garage's JARVIS system, and he brings up the list of custom cars they were to build. "This is my version of Pimp My Ride, and I don't have to deal with our shareholders."

He's dressed in a suit and tie, and he goes to get himself changed. "I should start charging double for the cars, I'm responsible for building."

Tony turned his thumb to point to himself. "Right now, I'm working for myself. And I'm an ass, when I do work for them."

He wondered what was taking Fury so damn long to show. "Doom? I know not this Doom you speak of, and Tony Stark knows many people." And the arrogance just rolled right off his tongue when he addressed Loki.

And yet, you have to. Don't worry, I'll be there the whole time. You can text me rude things from under the table if it'll make you feel better.

[ Tony lifted his hand to his head, and he began to mock cough. ] I'm coming down with something. And, I bet it's the flu!

Who the owner of that voice was just hit her. She started to sit up only to hit her head on the underside of the car. "By the depths." She cursed. Then slid out from under the car. "Mr. Stark. I am so sorry. I didn't realize that was you." She cringed and barely kept back the please don't fire me begging.

"Fantastic...so we get to sit and twiddle our thumbs? Play tiddlywinks maybe? No? Major bummer." Yep, Clint's own snark was kicking in. "You realize that Bruce will be fit to be tied with both us missing right?" Clint asks Loki.

Loki winced at the mention of Bruce. Yes, his lover's calm would be sorely tested. Well, they would have to worry about that later.

"No, we're going to contact SHIELD and volunteer our services," Loki said firmly. "Ass or not, Stark, you're an Avenger and partially responsible for the defense of this world. Doom is a threat to that defense. I know Bruce will be upset, but we have to discover what Doom has planned."

You would need help with the testing. [Bruce suddenly very into this conversation.] I want to help.

[Perhaps partly for his own reasons, but mostly so that Tony doesn't start experimenting too soon.]

That sounds like a plan. If you can do me a huge favor, please don't tell the others about this. I don't want to hear people bitching and moaning about how dangerous it is.

Tony has the reputation of being a jerk, he knows that much. He looked at the car she was working on. "I don't tend to come here that much, well that's to do with the numerous board meetings I'm stuck attending."

He rarely fired people, and he wasn't mad about the wrench. "How much of a work load do you have to take care of?"

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"Well that's why you hire people for right? To take care of things when you aren't there?"

She paused at the question. "Well, there's the occasional rush and lull," She started out, "Generally we tend to have a full schedule," She stopped and rethought the question. "Oh, um, me personally?" She shrugged. "I've not really kept track. I'm usually busy." And more than occasionally willing to put in extra hours when needed.

...only if you're willing to put up with me saying how dangerous it is now and again. [Because it was. But they would know what they were doing at all times, right? Right.]

I'm willing to put up with you turning into a big green rage machine, so I'm willing to put up with you telling me how dangerous this is. [Tony knew there were risks involved with any new technology. It was an even bigger test when he was the willing test subject.]

"I think Fury has enough common sense in this neck of the woods to tell you how he feels." Tony threw his hands up into the air, the repulsor shot was unleashed from his hand and into the ceiling. There was a small storm of debris raining down on the three.

"Again. I don't think there is any Latsomething or a Doom here." Tony once again pointed out to the two. "I really think you are pulling my leg, so I can let my guard down."

There's a sound of a few cars pulling into the garage, the sound of boots, and the elevator. JARVIS did not have a chance to warn Tony, as Fury made his way up to Stark's location.

The elevator doors opened, and Fury stepped out with a gun in hand. "I'm almost in the right mind to call Thor here, so he can take care of your Asgardian ass."

He shot a cold look at Barton. "I'm not about to ask what your problem is again, son."