again with the fic
So this is happening:
The day Stark Tower took delivery of the truckload of crates labelled 'Tony's Workshop' (in Pepper's pointy block lettering) was a glorious one; when the delivery guys brought the first two dolly-loads off of the freight elevator into his new shop, Tony put on some Sabbath and sang to his crowbar as he advanced on the first one. Just about everything had made it through delivery intact, which was probably all on Pepper but Tony tipped the delivery guys a few hundred each because fuck it, his shit was heavy and one of them had been singing along to Paranoid.
He spent three hours reassembling Dummy and Butterfingers and then wound up patching their software when he realized it had been over six months already. Time flew when you were busy saving the world.
Anyway, that was how Bruce found him eventually: lying on a couch with plastic still hanging off the back of it, surrounded by a sea of open crates, engine parts and packing material and finishing up Dummy. Tony didn't even notice Bruce was in the room until he yelled over the guitar solo in War Pigs for JARVIS to turn it down.
"Oh, hey," said Tony.
Bruce looked around. "What are you doing?"
"Compiling." Tony got up and stretched. "You're just in time, Banner. I need to test Butterfingers and see if he can still make a martini."
I don't know, you guys. I just don't know.
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The day Stark Tower took delivery of the truckload of crates labelled 'Tony's Workshop' (in Pepper's pointy block lettering) was a glorious one; when the delivery guys brought the first two dolly-loads off of the freight elevator into his new shop, Tony put on some Sabbath and sang to his crowbar as he advanced on the first one. Just about everything had made it through delivery intact, which was probably all on Pepper but Tony tipped the delivery guys a few hundred each because fuck it, his shit was heavy and one of them had been singing along to Paranoid.
He spent three hours reassembling Dummy and Butterfingers and then wound up patching their software when he realized it had been over six months already. Time flew when you were busy saving the world.
Anyway, that was how Bruce found him eventually: lying on a couch with plastic still hanging off the back of it, surrounded by a sea of open crates, engine parts and packing material and finishing up Dummy. Tony didn't even notice Bruce was in the room until he yelled over the guitar solo in War Pigs for JARVIS to turn it down.
"Oh, hey," said Tony.
Bruce looked around. "What are you doing?"
"Compiling." Tony got up and stretched. "You're just in time, Banner. I need to test Butterfingers and see if he can still make a martini."
I don't know, you guys. I just don't know.
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