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Stark Industries, Sunday

More work on the flight stablilizers to be done today.

And if Tony might have hoped another sentient robot from space showed up, he hid it well. That had been damn near the most cool thing ever.

And this was coming from the man who regularly bedded super models!

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Ender was tired of sitting around and doing nothing; his hands were aching to get back into the rhythm of getting-something-done, finding something to occupy himself with that didn't simply involve arguments in classes that didn't mean anything.

There were things he wanted to learn, and he wouldn't learn them sitting in class listening to teachers talk about fashion, and so he slid quietly into Stark Industries, observing for a moment-- this seemed as likely a place as any.

A small alert from Jarvis and Tony was sighing and going to see why another kid was in his shop. Didn't they have a park or something to go play in?

"What do you want?"

He could work with the words, but not with the tone-- although Ender had gotten used to being underestimated for a while now, and so he brushed it off. "I'm looking for a job," he said, frankly.

Tony raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well I'm sure there are plenty of places around for that. I don't think child-labor will the best thing for me right now, so..." He waved his hand, shooing Ender away.

Ender didn't move. He didn't even breathe differently. "You have a few other students on staff," he said, "And I know a few things about electronics. Mostly software, but hardware too, and I learn quickly."

Why did the kid remind him of some of the soldiers he worked with on weapons contracts?

Tony shook whatever it was off, arms crossed over his chest.

"What kind of software?"

"Operating systems," he replied, "Structural programming. We spent a lot of time building things where I come from." Fandom's emphasis on home could be used in Ender's advantage: it was not a reality but a base to go off.

Tony continued to give him a critical look.

After a moment he walked back into he work area and brought out... a mess of wires. "Untangle them and don't touch anything that will get you injured. If you're confused as to what those are, Jarvis will help."

It was a ridiculous job, but it was one-- it made for a start, and Ender wasn't going to complain. He offered Tony a nod, then took to the mess, finding the little cables that matched with his eyes.

It was a little like dealing with people, in its way. "Okay," he said, for good measure.

Another long look and Tony nodded and dismissed him entirely before walking back to continue on the power levels.

It had possibility to be a non-lethal weapon.

And that suited Ender fine-- left to his own devices, he worked on the ball for a while, quietly indexing what he could of the surrounding mechanics, the cables' seeming functions and the layout of the store.

He didn't know nearly enough, but he could learn here, and working with his hands was as satisfying as it had ever been.

Sentient robot from space? No. Sentient robot from space's teen ~~sidekick~~ driver? Maybe. "Are you Tony Stark?" Sam demanded as he stormed in.

Tony barely looked up from the gauntlet.

"I really miss when I had people to keep strangers out of my work area," He said to no one in particular.

Sam ignored that. "Are you Tony Stark?" he repeated, trying to sound tough and like he deserved an answer.

Glancing over at him for a moment, Tony ~~who was NOT a Skrull~~ went right back to work.

"Not unless Pepper slipped any change of name papers into my pile of things to sign."

Sam blinked at him. "What?"

Okay, so he probably shouldn't mess with the kid. But it was fun!

"Nevermind, kid. Hand me that pair of pliers over there," He said, pointing at the neatly laid out assortment of tools on the table behind Sam.

Sam grabbed the pliers and held them out without thinking about it. "I need to talk to you about molesting my car," he said before the confusion set in and his courage failed him.

Taking them and twisting a few wires, it took a moment for what he said to actually penetrate the thoughts of power levels and weight distribution in the air.

"Molesting your car?" Tony stepped back and looked him over. "I've never been accused of that before."

He might now be wondering what the tabloids would say about it...

"Yeah? Well--well, now you have been, and could you just not do that again? Only my girlfriend gets to look at his engine." Sam paused. "Okay, that came out wrong."

Tony just continued to stare at him like he had somehow gotten dumber since entering the shop.

"Right. Are you done defending your car's honor?"

Sam shifted from one foot to the other. "I. I guess so?"

"Good." He shrugged and went back to work as he had been before. "What exactly were you going to do, anyway?"

Idle curiosity was a bad thing sometimes.

"I. Don't know. Ask you to not molest my car?" Sam said. "Very firmly?"

"One-- those wires behind you--" Tony said, pointing and snapping but not looking up. "-I didn't molest anything."

A beat.

"Not recently, at least."

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