prompt for October 6th - Iron Man/outsideinn
More Stark Administration hijinks, since that's what seems to be loudest in my head.
Prompt for October 06:
Write about small mistakes.
They're in Moscow.
Pepper knew this was coming when the Russian government started blustering (not long after Tony took office, 'coincidentally') that they'd managed to build a Jericho missile of their very own; what could Tony do, in the face of that, but offer to go out there and see it for himself? She still can't quite believe she's there, though. But in any case, Tony's talking to some of the officials who did the blustering, and she's waiting with Kevin and the rest of the Secret Service retinue, still within sight of the attempted missile.
"I'm no expert," she finally says, "but I'm fairly certain that doesn't look like the pictures of Tony's missiles." It's close, she'll grant them that, but something's off.
Kevin eyes the thing for a bit. "...They screwed up." He lapses into some technical babble that Pepper can't follow, ending with, "If they fired it built like that, it'd blow up in their faces."
"You got all that just from looking at it?"
"I went to school for engineering. Robotics, more specifically, but it was kinda lumped into the mechanical program."
Pepper raises an eyebrow. "And Tony doesn't know this yet because...?"
"I don't want it to look like I'm just hanging around because I want a job."
"Fair enough. Still, it might be worth mentioning. Tony's been looking for a good engineer for a while, and we already trust you. At the very least, he'd probably let you work on something in the garage."
Kevin shrugs. "I'm probably too rusty to be useful. We'll see."
If he spotted the exact design flaw so quickly, Pepper can't help thinking, he's probably not as rusty as he thinks; she's about to say something, but Tony starts to head back, still finishing his dressing-down of the Russian officials.
"...And no, I will not tell you how to fix it. That's a trade secret. It's your problem to fix, though I highly recommend you don't bother." He sighs, waving off the officials as he reaches the main group. "Well, that was... not fun. I need a drink."
Pepper sighs. "Mr. Stark..."
"Just one, Pepper, I promise. After seeing how badly they screwed that up and still thought it worth blowing hot air about, one drink is in order."
"All right, but I'm holding you to that."
Prompt for October 06:
Write about small mistakes.
They're in Moscow.
Pepper knew this was coming when the Russian government started blustering (not long after Tony took office, 'coincidentally') that they'd managed to build a Jericho missile of their very own; what could Tony do, in the face of that, but offer to go out there and see it for himself? She still can't quite believe she's there, though. But in any case, Tony's talking to some of the officials who did the blustering, and she's waiting with Kevin and the rest of the Secret Service retinue, still within sight of the attempted missile.
"I'm no expert," she finally says, "but I'm fairly certain that doesn't look like the pictures of Tony's missiles." It's close, she'll grant them that, but something's off.
Kevin eyes the thing for a bit. "...They screwed up." He lapses into some technical babble that Pepper can't follow, ending with, "If they fired it built like that, it'd blow up in their faces."
"You got all that just from looking at it?"
"I went to school for engineering. Robotics, more specifically, but it was kinda lumped into the mechanical program."
Pepper raises an eyebrow. "And Tony doesn't know this yet because...?"
"I don't want it to look like I'm just hanging around because I want a job."
"Fair enough. Still, it might be worth mentioning. Tony's been looking for a good engineer for a while, and we already trust you. At the very least, he'd probably let you work on something in the garage."
Kevin shrugs. "I'm probably too rusty to be useful. We'll see."
If he spotted the exact design flaw so quickly, Pepper can't help thinking, he's probably not as rusty as he thinks; she's about to say something, but Tony starts to head back, still finishing his dressing-down of the Russian officials.
"...And no, I will not tell you how to fix it. That's a trade secret. It's your problem to fix, though I highly recommend you don't bother." He sighs, waving off the officials as he reaches the main group. "Well, that was... not fun. I need a drink."
Pepper sighs. "Mr. Stark..."
"Just one, Pepper, I promise. After seeing how badly they screwed that up and still thought it worth blowing hot air about, one drink is in order."
"All right, but I'm holding you to that."