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He let his eyes close for a moment, letting his arm fall across his eyes. Years had come and passed since he first met HS, and you’d think by now the two would’ve had a fight, or fallen out.
Instead, both of their minds, interested by science had joined forces instead to suggest theoretical machinery, rapidly growing into something that was possible. Well, not that all of their conversations were theoretical science… there was some personal stuff.
He blinked as he realized that his computer hadn’t updated in at least a minute, and struggled back into a sitting position to check the screen. HS was waiting for a reply, and he really should give him the answer.
He typed out a few words, mostly just nodding his head and agreeing with whatever HS had said, before typing cautiously,
Gammaman: Hey, HS… me and my girlfriend just got an offer. For a job. It will take awhile… but I think it might be a good opportunity.
Across the world, Tony scowled as JARVIS read off what Gammaman had just typed, arm deep in machinery. He knew about the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing, and was just a little jealous- She took time away from their whole “let’s rule the world through SCIENCE!” thing they had going on.
“Jarvis, tell GM that he shouldn’t go for it if only because of his girlfriend. Oh, and ask him if-“ He’d like to ditch the girl and work for Stark Industries, because really, the two of them could become the worlds greatest scientific team.
Tony developed the weapons, GM developed the medical equipment, and they’d conquer the world before lunch.
But no. GM had mentioned his hatred of Stark Industries once before (Tony didn’t dare pry any further despite how it stung) and the man wouldn’t talk to him if Tony ever did admit he was the head of Stark Industries. Sad, but probably true with the way Tony’s life worked out.
The man scowled at the machinery beneath his fingers. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair that he got a crush on the worlds most peculiar man, who was about as free with his own personal information as an oyster.
Every piece that he could piece together was a gem in its own right, and Tony’s own drunken escapades were hardly material to write about… though he often did, while drunk.
Jarvis ‘coughed’ to get his attention, “Gammaman wishes to inform you that he has taken the job offer, and does not know when he’ll be able to contact you back.”
Screw the job offer no. He would go insane without his study partner. “Tell him no.”
“Too late sir, he has already logged off.”
“What?! Trace it! Trace it now!”
There was a moment of silence from Jarvis, the computer humming softly in his attempt to trace the connection. “It appears there is an error.”
An error? What sort of error?
“Connection cut off, and IP address suggests not a computer but a bank of computers.”
Ah, so the guy had logged off of a common computer. His mouth opened, tempted to find out where exactly GM could possibly be. Information was key. Information was everything.
Tony ground his teeth together, glaring down at the machines under his hands.
Trust.
Trust that GM would contact him again. Trust.
And if the guy didn’t contact him in a week, he was going to track him down.
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