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[apoorupbringing]

Chase had been finding new and impressive ways to be reckless, given the fact that there were no conventional means of doing so, or at least not the ones he was used to, on the island. There were versions of beach parties and clubs, but none of them had hard drugs or four lane highways.

He lived with a fucking dinosaur, it made everything else

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[notawastedlife]

"Yup," Tony said, coming up the stairs from the workshop. "Right here."

Then he just held where he was and stared at Chase, as if waiting for him to justify his presence.

[apoorupbringing]

Chase's eyebrows flicked slightly upward.

"That's one uppity robot voice you've got hangin' around, y'know?"

[notawastedlife]

"Pepper? Pepper's not a robot," Tony said, leaning to the side to try and see if Pepper was hanging around.

[apoorupbringing]

"Right," Chase said, looking as nonplussed as he was capable of.

"I'm here to collect on that favor, man."

[notawastedlife]

Tony looked completely blank.

"...I don't think I owe any favors."

Did he? Maybe he should have let Pepper know, so she could keep track. Or Jarvis.

[apoorupbringing]

"I stopped cock-blocking you on Halloween in exchange for a day with your motorcycle," Chase said, since beating around the bush with a guy who was flakey as Stark wouldn't get him anywhere fast.

[notawastedlife]

"It's downstairs," Tony said, after processing this for a quick beat and determining that it had in fact happened.

Had probably happened. It sounded like something that would happen. "This way," he added, as if the stairs were hidden and not, in fact, right behind them.

Not that you could get through the door at the bottom without Tony or Pepper, but that wasn't the point.

[apoorupbringing]

Chase rolled his eyes a little as Tony turned, but he skulked along after him. He had to admit, the AC was nice.

"How long did it take you to get these digs together, man?"

[notawastedlife]

"This old thing?" Tony said, keeping the door open with his foot to let Chase into the workshop.

He missed his conductive glass. Doors you couldn't type on just weren't the same.

"Few months. You know construction, even with a giant robot helping out, it drags..."

[apoorupbringing]

"Yeah, that robot's pretty bad ass," Chase said, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around the room.

"....huh," he said looking, abruptly, distinctly uncomfortable.

[notawastedlife]

"Screens off," Tony said, because he might not have had special glass but he'd had laptops, and Obadiah's suit, and various other components, and so he wasn't exactly living in the dark ages of dial-up, here.

Not that he thought Chase would realize what the element mock-ups on the screens meant, but still, old habits.

"Hmm?"

[apoorupbringing]

"Uh, reminds me of home," he said, picking up a wrench and hefting it a little, expression going flat again. He dropped it back down and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning back to Tony.

[notawastedlife]

Tony looked around, as if sizing up his own workshop, from the motorcycle built from junk parts to the Triumph next to it, the screens he'd scavenged, and, of course, the suit.

"...really? That is not the home environment I would have guessed."

[apoorupbringing]

"My parents were evil scientists," Chase said, the way someone said 'my parents were Presbyterians'. He shrugged a little, then walked to the bike. He whistled.

"Damn."

[notawastedlife]

"That apple got... caught in a hurricane," Tony said, blinking. Then he wandered over to the bike. "Not bad, huh?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase snorted, circling the bike.

"I knew my dad was a douche before I found out he was a super villain. Like I was gonna let that asshole tell me what to do with my life? Yeah, right." He dropped to crouch easily on the balls of his feet and ran a hand over the motorcycle's side.

"It's really not, man. My friend had a flashy crotch rocket he used to impress girls with. Attracted the fuzz like fucking velcro, though, yanno?"