Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Today, ladies and gentlemen, marked a very important milestone. Today was the very first time Topher hadn't changed on a weird weekend.

And he might have celebrated that accomplishment if not for one thing: he had no idea it was a weird weekend. Nope. As far as he was concerned, today was just any other Saturday, which he intended to spend at the

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[hasadestiny]

It was perfectly normal for masked heroes wearing bright red spandex and eating donuts to drop by the store, right?

"Hey, kid, I'm looking for a doohickey." When in doubt, some kind of doohickey was in order.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher looked up. "Uh, dude? I think you forgot to change after you saved those kids from that burning bus." Topher, don't be an asshole.

[hasadestiny]

"Dude, you have extra jerkflakes this morning or something?" People weren't jerks to Batman, and Bats wasn't even as friendly as the Flash was. "If you're out of doohickeys you could just say so."

"Also the burning bus was last week, I've only gotten a kitten out of a tree so far today."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher rolled his eyes. "What'd you do with the kitten?"

[i_am_the_rat]

This wasn't New York, and he wasn't living in the Avengers Mansion. Therefore, Hank Pym's lab must be in Stark Industries. QED.

He waved at the clerk absentmindedly and headed towards the lab. "JARVIS, do you remember where I left off yesterday?" he asked the ceiling. "My head's a little fuzzy."

The fact that neither Topher nor JARVIS (if it was still there -- the mun doesn't remember whether JARVIS left when old!Stark did) had any idea who he was hadn't even registered to Hank.

[dollpocalypse]

"...no," Topher said after a minute, "Topher."

[i_am_the_rat]

"...Sorry, what?" Hank asked the clerk. He frowned up at the ceiling, wondering why the computer hadn't responded.

[dollpocalypse]

Because he was goooone, Hank. GOOOOONE.

"Topher," Topher said. "Not Jarvis."