Secret Lab, Warehouse District -Monday After Classes

[hoorayimrich]

Tony was just going to spend the rest of the week in his lab, working on Warren's car. And not thinking about Poseidon or painting. Because it was perfectly healthy to just ignore everything weird about the last weekend in favour of work. Just ask anyone named Stark ever. Wait, maybe not that Stark at the clinic. Maybe

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[endsthegame]

How are you doing?

Oh sure, expect Ender to be the one sensitive person in Tony's barrage of messages.

[hoorayimrich]

Who does that?!

I haven't poisoned or arranged the murder of anyone in almost 24 hours. I think I'm doing well.

[endsthegame]

Well. You know. Ender wa a bit of a freak.

It's definitely a sign you're recovering, Ender wrote back. If there was such a thing as a sardonic text, that was it.

[hoorayimrich]

Survived your Taylor Swifting?

[endsthegame]

Barely, Ender wrote back, Though I think Quinn took it much worse. I had to calm her down this morning.

[hoorayimrich]

Apperently Ben and I faked his death in a bid for a diamond mine. It didn't really make sense.

[endsthegame]

I'm glad to hear Ben isn't deceased, then, Ender returned, Even if I did catch him limping into Stark Industries this morning.

[hoorayimrich]

How's Okay, it was super awkward to type. Howard taking this?

[endsthegame]

He wanted to know if I was his daughter-in-law now, Ender wrote. But I think he's repressing.

[hoorayimrich]

Is that a bad thing?

[endsthegame]

He's not having a meltdown on a park bench, so it could be worse.

[hoorayimrich]

Quinn?

[endsthegame]

I calmed her down, but she'll be dealing with this for a while, Ender supplied. It's harder the first few times around. Then it just gets annoying.

[hoorayimrich]

I guess it's a good thing that I've been other versions of me.

Even the fat one.

[endsthegame]

Probably, Ender returned. You're at the lab?

Repressing?

[hoorayimrich]

I'm working on the car.

Repressing.