[GLaDOS, Peter, Duo] Back in black.

[notawastedlife]

Around the station, people fought for their lives. Shots rang out, punctuated by the occasional fall of a body, accompanied by the distressed moan of a dead body forced back into life and then torn apart by lead. The synthetic chirp of "I dooOOn't haate yoouuu," fading under it. Lasers flared across hallways, grids threatening to cut apart anyone

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[daretodo]

In no position to be worried about secret identities -- I mean, there's webbing hanging everywhere, for crying out loud, and it sure as hell didn't come from anyone else -- I pull off the remains of my torn sweater, since it's only bound to get in the way from here on out. Underneath, I have on only my new suit -- form-fitting black Kevlar reinforced with steel mesh, an abstract dark red spider decal stretching across my shoulders and torso. Shock Sheet inserts protect my joints while maintaining my flexibility, and the motorcycle boots pilfered -- and extensively modified -- from the clothes box are a hell of a change from my spandex booties of yesteryear.

I'd look pretty slick, is my thinking, if I weren't still wearing my jeans over top, my mask and gloves shoved into my pockets, and standing next to a guy who's in a suit made out of gold-titanium alloyHis is the more impressive feat of engineering, no doubt about it. Maybe it doesn't hold a candle to the Iron Man armor in my universe, but with the materials at his disposal and

[self_named]

"It'll create a crater where the island used to be or cause a tsunami the side of a small goddamn continent," Duo snapped, looking between the two of them with a decidedly freaked out and unhappy expression on his face.

"You fucking bitch!" he added to the ceiling, hands balled up into fists tight enough where the gundanium alloy so carefully fitted in slender panels to form the body of the scythe creaked.

"I cannot begin, cannot even fucking begin," he bit out in a clipped, harsh tone that would have been a snarl if he'd let himself open his mouth, "to tell you how much I hate being on space stations that are plummeting toward the Earth. Cannot begin. We have to alter its path or blow it up before it passes through the atmosphere into big enough chunks to still take out part of the island," he said, rage still infusing his voice but a strange steadiness overtaking his words.

"And we're not that far out, so we need to do it fast. Who wants to evacuate people while I take a wrench to the boiler, or whatever the fuck is keeping this

[gla_dos]

"The following announcement must be made, for posterity's sake. Please stand by," GLaDOS said, and there was the tiniest pause.

"You'll never make it in time."

[notawastedlife]

"Oh, honey," Tony said, the baleful stare of the helmet angling upwards, absolutely no humor present in his tone, "you always know just what to say."

Lowering his look back to Peter and Duo, he strode to a free console, planting his hand down on it, fingers splayed; immediately, screens and data began flickering past faster than the eye could track as the suit's intrusion systems went to electronic war with the station. "Couple of things. One, I have a bigger wrench than you. Two, I filled this place with as many soldiers as scientists, evacuation will already be- Jarvis?"

"I am unable to access the station's core systems through the network. Direct interface will be necessary, and even then, GLaDOS"She's a tough nut, fine. Give me the PA." When he spoke next, there was a slight echo as the speakers throughout the ship repeated what he said. Assuming GLaDOS wasn't cutting him off further down the line. "Ladies, gentlemen, psychotic computers, you may have noticed we are now experiencing some turbulence in addition to being gassed