Stark Industries, Thursday

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There were just a few last minute tweakings to be done on the boots and they were ready for a test run.

He had Dummie ready with a fire extinguisher in case anything went wrong, but he doubted it was need to be used. This shouldn't be too hard, right?

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Steve wasn't sure why he decided to stop by That Other Tony Stark's place of business again after his office hours. Nostalgia, maybe, or desire to make sure he wasn't showing signs of going crazy. Whatever it was found him standing in the Stark Industries doorway, hands in pockets, looking awkward.

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Well the awkward was being completely ignored. Tony was good like that.

He glanced up for a moment, seeing him but not really noticing. Just give him a moment or two as he fiddled with the boots once more before starting to put them on.

And then realized someone was there. "Oh, right." What was his name? "Steve."

Was that right?

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"Hi," Steve said. Wow, those were a lot bulkier than the modern Iron Man boots. Steve blamed the Extremis. He blamed the Extremis for a lot. "I was, uh, wondering how you were settling in." Or something.

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So it was Steve. Good.

And Tony would protest that they were just prototypes if he knew about that.

"I'm just peachy," Tony said, smiling and taking a very heavy step toward one of the computers to tun a diagnostic.

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"Oh, so the island hasn't managed to completely freak you out yet?" Steve asked lightly.

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"My employees--" He paused, typing something and looking very distracted as he reached down to nudge something. "--are from the future and one of them can apparently sense energy."

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Steve thought about that for a moment. "That would be the Carson boy, right?" he asked, glancing around the shop.

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"Bridge, yes." He nodded and stood, straighting his shirt. "I like to think I'm adapting admirably," Tony replied, clearing his throat.

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"Well, you're building rocket boots, so I suspect you'll fit right in," Steve said wryly.

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"You'd think so," Tony replied, smirking at that. There was a small pause as he hit a few more buttons on the computer before stepping away.

"This works where you're from, right?"

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"It was working by the time I met you," Steve said. "I don't know how the first tests went." Should he be ready to call 911...?

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"Right. I'll just start slow." He nodded to of the robots.

It might have nodded back in it's own robotic way. Another perked up with the fire extinguisher attached to it.

"We'll start with five percent thruster power." He gave Steve a look as if that should be about right. Right?

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Steve just shrugged, hands in pockets. It sounded good to him, but what did he know?

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Oh good, there was finally an adult in the shop. Every other time Murdock had handwavily strolled by the building, he'd only spotted kids. He hoped that the grown-up currently present was the shop's owner.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for a Mr. Stark."

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With a little bit of flame retardant still in his hair, Tony turned away from tweaking the boots to eye the new person in his workshop.

Shop.

Whatever.

"Can I help you?"

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"Hopefully. If you're the owner of this here place," he grinned a bit. "I was wonderin' if you rented out shop space? Like an area where someone could setup and work without having to haul loads of stuff everywhere all the time." And also, keep hotel carpets clean.

"And do you sell parts?"

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That... might be useful.

"Parts? No. There's a lot of scrap metal in around back, though. Who ever owned this place last had no idea what organization was."

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He smirked at that. "No biggie," he shrugged. "Worse comes to worse, I can just order 'em. Lots of scrap metal eh?" He considered that for a moment. "Could be useful. Mind if I take a look? I'm HM Murdock, by the way," he stuck his hand out.

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Wiping something off on his pants, Tony reached forward to shake it. "Tony Stark

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"Pleased to meet ya." He glanced around at all the various parts in the shop. "Looks like you're in the middle of building something yourself. How's that going?"

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"A few bugs." Painful, painful bugs. "But it's-- it's coming along."

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"I see." A few 'bugs' always seemed to get in the way. Murdock knew that feeling well. "Hope it all works out for ya."

"So? What you think about renting space? I got an idea for somethin' but I don't have anyplace to work."

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"There's space out back," Tony said, waving vaguely in that direction. "If you wanted to use it."

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"Sweet! I'll go check it out." Murdock headed out in the direction Tony had indicated and came back several minutes later. Okay, it was more like 15-20 minutes.

"I'll think that'll work!" he grinned. He had also managed to pick up a few dirt spots of his own.

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And now he was busy with one of the boots.

"Huh? Oh, the space... right. Just listen to Jarivs and don't go anywhere he says not to."