Where secrets lie in the border fires
WHO: John Constantine, Leonard Hofstadter, Tony Stark (posting order)
WHAT: John got hold of a chip. It might look familiar to Tony.
WHERE: Tony's office, Manhattan
WHEN: Postdated to tomorrow, Dec. 23
WARNINGS: Constantine.
SUMMARY: This post is either going to be full of machinating bastards machinating or Constantine's going to crack Tony open and drink his tears. LET'S FIND OUT SHALL WE.
The chips were Stark-tech.
It'd taken six months and a runner through a three-ring circus for John to lay hands on one of the sodding things and find that out, while people'd been chopping them out of their arms right and left, nary a one of the lot bothering to hold onto the buggering things.
He had no intention of going through that idiocy twice, so he'd brought the little bastard straight to the man who'd know. Leonard had agreed to come along in case John needed someone to speak geek and...well, speak, at the moment. The curse was hardly destroying John's quality of life, but it was rather annoying that he couldn't tell when his vocabulary was kicking out. Kid had come through like gold for the entire process, really; John owed him for this.
They were expected; John had called ahead, pay phone to Stark's private number (courtesy of Pepper) to arrange the meeting, though he hadn't let on about the special qualities involved even in the absence of network devices. He wanted to see Stark's reaction to that for himself.
There was a lot he'd like to know about Stark, for that matter. This had been quite a while coming.
"Holdin' up alright, mate?" he asked Leonard in the lift. "Any last words of wisdom you'd like to share?"
WHAT: John got hold of a chip. It might look familiar to Tony.
WHERE: Tony's office, Manhattan
WHEN: Postdated to tomorrow, Dec. 23
WARNINGS: Constantine.
SUMMARY: This post is either going to be full of machinating bastards machinating or Constantine's going to crack Tony open and drink his tears. LET'S FIND OUT SHALL WE.
The chips were Stark-tech.
It'd taken six months and a runner through a three-ring circus for John to lay hands on one of the sodding things and find that out, while people'd been chopping them out of their arms right and left, nary a one of the lot bothering to hold onto the buggering things.
He had no intention of going through that idiocy twice, so he'd brought the little bastard straight to the man who'd know. Leonard had agreed to come along in case John needed someone to speak geek and...well, speak, at the moment. The curse was hardly destroying John's quality of life, but it was rather annoying that he couldn't tell when his vocabulary was kicking out. Kid had come through like gold for the entire process, really; John owed him for this.
They were expected; John had called ahead, pay phone to Stark's private number (courtesy of Pepper) to arrange the meeting, though he hadn't let on about the special qualities involved even in the absence of network devices. He wanted to see Stark's reaction to that for himself.
There was a lot he'd like to know about Stark, for that matter. This had been quite a while coming.
"Holdin' up alright, mate?" he asked Leonard in the lift. "Any last words of wisdom you'd like to share?"