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Building and presenting the wind tunnel had actually made Tony happy. It was a scary thing to be happy with giving, and he blamed his time with the Avengers for such emotions. Whatever it was, he had thing to do in and about the Tower. If he was stuck here for the duration, then there was a lot that needed to be done.

Plans for the rooftop suit robotics were in place. He'd gotten things up and running on Taxon's electricity since the device he'd used for sustainable energy before hadn't proven compatible to this place. At least not yet. That left some of the little things.

Stepping into the lab, he heard movement. His first thought was Selina, though a mental image of Sherlock flashed through his mind as well. It turned out to be neither of them as the cylindrical head lifted, slowly tilting to one side quizzically.

His breath caught in his lungs. An award winning robot built when Tony was just seventeen and for all his issues with the thing, with it's lack of judgment in so many things, Tony suddenly felt a little less cut off from his life to see Dummy there.

For a long time he was silent before stepping into the room and crossing to stand before the robot.

"You've been slacking," he said, waggling a finger at the robot. Dummy's head tilted the other way. "Don't give me that. We've got work to do."

Pausing, he clunk his brow against that cylindrical "head" before turning away. "Right. Work. Come on."

An hour later he was on a ladder, mounting one of a series of cameras to the outside of the building. This one over the main door, pointing at the spot before a buzzer. He looked up into the camera.

"Link the locks with the camera and link it into the facial recognition hardware," he said to the robot inside, his tablet blinking through the entire moment as he'd found Dummy and building the cameras as it broadcasted. He really didn't pay it any attention.

Climbing down from the later, he pulled a flat, engraved panel from his back pocket. Using a drill and masonry bit, he mounted the plaque beside the buzzer.

STARK TOWER Ring buzzer for admittance Smile for the camera and the facial recognition software If you're Sherlock, the US government, or somehow Fury... Make an appointment for two weeks from never

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Tony's gaze got kind of distant, thinking about it. "The first time, getting out of that prison? It was terrifying. This model though... I love it." He also didn't fear it disintegrating in midair.

"It would be a hell of a thing, I have to say."

Madelyne's understood and similar desire is audible in her voice.

“Flying in a space suit you built by hand without technology? Yeah, it was insane.” He grinned widely though, so proud of himself. “Damn but that was a trip. I hate losing the other suits. I had a couple of prototypes in work too.”

Madelyne pulls a breath in through her nose and lets it back out again with a grin that isn't quite the same as his but he can tell she's imagining it. She shivers and then focuses on him more intently, "That really is fantastic."

"You've flown a plane, you wouldn't be bad in a self propelled suit. Though, given what I've seen, you can do it with your mind and without the suit, can't you? Or am I looking at your abilities wrong?" He had tried to work them out in his head several times for his own sake.

"It... well, I don't know how similar it would be. I would have trouble with space. I don't think I could bring enough air with me, let alone manege the temperature and pressure problems. Underwater would present some of the same." Madelyne frowns, thinking about it.

"And I think you'd win on speed, though I can't say I've seen enough to say one way or the other."

“It isn’t the same, though both are jet propelled though in different ways. The suit is also worked both through touch and eye movement. Yeah, I wasn’t a huge fan of space,” he admitted. “Near it was one thing. Into it and beyond I can do without. Except, you know, we’re here and if it isn’t our planet than obvious space again.” He considered that though. “I wonder what galaxy we’re in.”

He grinned. “I would win. Speed and maneuvering.”

"I don't think we're actually seeing the sky when we look up," she says starting to talk about the galaxy thing before she gets distracted by that grin and the comment.

It actually manages to leave her almost breathless for what she hopes isn't an obvious period of time, "Sure, except that I could grab and contain you."

That is part of why I want to get it up and running. I want to know how far things go, how much we can see,” he said, more than a little curious of the dimensions and all that came with this place. Things you couldn’t get on foot, or even from the top of the tower.

“That’s entirely cheating in a race of flight,” he pointed out, definitely amused by the turn of the conversation.

"Long seemed to indicate that it was over a mile up. I haven't gone all the way up to check myself. A mile is ... high." There is a bit of hesitation in her voice. She doesn't hesitate to go that high in a plane but with her powers, it seems like tempting fate.

"Well, if we were racing. I don't know why I'd even bother since I'm pretty sure you can go supersonic." Again, she sounds somewhat ... envious, though that isn't exactly the right word.

"Yeah well... With the suit it would be a few minutes to check. I wish I could figure why I can't get Jarvis up and online here. He'd be able to tell us exact details in the atmosphere and whatever it is up there that stops me.

He looked wide eyed, lips nearly twitching into a smile. "Again you're cheating with the those details you have that I don't."

"Bah. I don't have that many details about you. I think we may have covered all of them in the few conversations we've had here." An almost flirty smile on her lips, "I'm not cheating. Not yet."

He laughed at that, waggling a finger at her. "Mind reading is definitely cheating, which is a joke and nothing to take serious," he said, worried she might take that wrong after he said it.

"I'm not going to take that badly. I can take a joke. On Tuesdays. Between 3 and 5:30." The look she's giving him is dryly amused.

"Wait, what day is it," he asked, making a face as if he hadn't a clue.

The redhead reaches out and pokes him in the shoulder, not knowing what else to do in response to that.

He laughed at that, giving her a wink. "So... Now I just have to mount the suit and hope the entire thing doesn't mangle me."

"I'll save you, Tony Stark."

Yes, she's grinning at that.

That got a laugh from him, loving that from her. “I wouldn’t have any doubt you would,” he assured her.

"It is good that you have faith in me."

“I suspect someone has to,” he admitted, giving her a settled look, seriously.

There isn't really a response to that. At least not one that she can come up with. Pressing her lips together, she just ends up giving him an embarrassed smile.

He smiled at her though, unabashed. “I hadn’t meant to upset you,” he said. “I hope you know that.”

"You haven't, I'm just not used to having people in my corner like that. I... Thank you." Tilting her head to the side, she ducks her head and then takes a step back from him.

"I'll let you get back to work."

"Well, you do. Guess you'll have to get used to it," he said, meaning it and not willing to back down on that. "You know me too well already," he added, smiling and not seeming bothered by it. Not at all. "Work is kind of always on my mind."

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