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*has been chatting with JARVIS for the better part of several hours, watching newsreels on a strange screen that seems to float in the air, JARVIS filling him in on more historical events, more things he should know, he's fascinated by all the space stuff, that's really neat, he makes JARVIS play the moon landing over and over again, while Tony works, muttering to himself, fiddling with numbers and calculations and dragging what looks like a miniature bar over to his worktable, making Steve do shots of tequila now and then and then taking blood samples*

Tony? *doesn't yawn, but he feels like he should, it's nearly four in the morning* Tony, it's late.

Date: 2012-05-12 07:36 am (UTC)
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What? *looks up at him, frowns, glances at his watch* Oh. Huh. Weird, when'd that happen. You wanna crash here? I have like thirty-seven bedrooms. Not literally. Twelve, actually, I think. *Pepper had done that, and he asked why twelve, and she had just given him a look -- she wasn't kidding about not being subtle. but then they had sex on five of the beds that week, which had been unusual for him, the different beds, same person thing*

...They're mostly kind of weird and half-finished though, I have plans for some of them, kinda secret for now, but I've got a guest bedroom in the penthouse, no one's ever used it, JARVIS can show you where everything is. I'm going to keep going on this for a while longer, go on, it'll be really boring, I promise.


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