04 [Central: Stark Tower - Open to Anything] A first class diva for all your Stark needs.

[starknaked]

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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[starknaked]

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

[genequeen]

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

[starknaked]

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

[genequeen]

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.

[starknaked]

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

[genequeen]

"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."

[starknaked]

"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."

[genequeen]

"No problem. I know the type," she says, beginning to hover off of the ground by half a foot.

"You'll have to come over for dinner some time." And with that, she starts to head toward the balcony.

[starknaked]

"What? Are you saying I'm like everyone else? I may well be hurt," he said with a smirk.

"Definitely. Tell me when and I'll be there," he said, watching her, still curious about it all.

[genequeen]

"Not everyone else, Tony. A rare breed but a breed I know," Madelyne smiles and waves as she's on her way. The drop once she's outside the building is interesting to negotiate but nothing she hasn't done before.

[starknaked]

He watched her disappear and then moved back to the machine, working on the final touches.