Stark Industries, Thursday

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Tony was asleep at the counter, computer (and JARVIS) still running through a few scenarios for potential prison breaks. Last night had involved a quick trip into New York to help with a Doombot infestation in lower Manhattan and boy was his everything tired after that.

He'd wake up eventually to scrounge up something edible and to whine about his back and being too old to sleep like this. But for now he was actually getting some rest.

Ish.

At least JARVIS was keeping a proverbial eye out for customers.

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Jessica stopped in with one of those big boxes of coffee with a spout from the Perk. She figured Tony would be working hard, but it turned out he was hardly working! (It was just a joke. She could guess that he hadn't slept.)

"Hey, JARVIS. Whenever Tony wakes up from his nap, let him know there's a lot of coffee to drink, okay? I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

How much he appreciated it might depend on whether or not she woke him up by walking in, talking, and carrying around a box of coffee.

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Tony was a light enough sleeper that he was already cracking an eye open to look for the coffee. "Hello, beautiful."

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"Are you talking to me or the coffee, sleepyhead?" Jessica checked. "Just so you know, it'll get you farther with the coffee."

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"The coffee," Tony confirmed around a yawn as he stretched his arms up over his head. "Oh god, my neck."

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"That's the downside to choosing work over sleep in a comfortable bed," Jessica said with some empathy. "Was the work at least worth the neck pain?"

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"Doombots," Tony replied with a grimace. He rubbed the back of his neck before making completely mature and scientific grabby hands at the coffee. "Having JARVIS run scenarios for your design right now."

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"Back home, right?" Jessica checked. "If there were Doombots here, I'd hate to find out now instead of from the radio or the troopers."

Because she was totally at work today. This was just a break. Nobody forgot that it was Thursday and that certain things got posted on Thursdays.

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Don't be silly!

"In Manhattan. If Doom was here, we'd have way more to deal with."

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"If it was your Doom, we'd be lucky," Jessica said. "The last Doom I met is the God-King of Battleworld. That's not a Doom I ever want to meet again."

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Tony just sighed. "In no world should Doom be a god-king. Not even of an ant farm."

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"I guess when the options are Doom ruling everything and having omnipotence or complete nothingness, you take Doom," Jessica said. "But that should be the ONLY time you take Doom."

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"Even then I'm kind of iffy," Tony replied slowly. "Because Doom."

Say Doom some more, guys.

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"Trust me, you're not alone," Jessica said. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't consider going back to Battleworld and giving him at least a stern talking to, but that wouldn't do much of anything."

[electrocynic]

Sarah had been by her office today. The radio had been blaring annoying stuff. And since this was the radio in her office, there was no turning it off or even making it quieter.

And she was starting to get fed up with it.

And that was why she ended up entering Stark Industries carrying a radio blasting some sort of samba or something at an unnecessarily high volume.

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"Holy crap," Tony was up like a shot, eyes wide before seeing the glaringly obvious source of his sleep deprivation. "...really like samba?" he asked, raising his voice a little to be heard.

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"Is that what this is?" Sarah called back. Thank goodness she was a natural at raising her voice. "I fucking hate it."

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It was a gift!

"Have you tried taking the batteries out?" he asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with one hand and already reaching for a screwdriver with the other.

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Another gift she had was that of non-verbal communication. Like a withering 'do you really think I'm that stupid?' look.

The batteries were out. Clearly the radio was possessed.

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Clearly she had never worked in IT before.

Tony rolled his eyes and held out his hands to take the radio and crack it open. "If it's magic, I'm killing it with fire," he muttered.

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She'd intimidated many an IT nerd with her powers. Did that count?

She handed the radio out without any resistance. In fact, it was amazing she didn't just shove it at him and leave.

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Pff. Wimps.

Tony turned it over, quickly disassembling the machine with some straight up military precision to keep everything in order to put it back together again. And once he was into the guts, the music changed to something vaguely techno by way of Eastern Europe. Because that was perfectly reasonable. Thanks, possessed radio. Thanks.

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Sarah did not look impressed.

"Yeah, that's much better!"

She could be sarcastic loudly, too. Another one of her gifts.

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Tony politely ignored her before giving up and tugging out some wires to make the music cut out with a strangled whine. Not unlike an angry cat.

"Wow. That was a new one."

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Sarah sighed. It was not a sigh of relief. If you believed her, as you should.

"Fucker keeps pulling stunts like that," she grumbled.

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Of course not. Tony would assume it was a sigh of... nonrelief. Yes.

"Demon possession with Latin flair?"