Tim glanced around the Special Weapons Division. It was... basically a disaster. The equipment was broken, and the--fairly horrifying-looking--medical equipment looked like someone very determined had decided to demolish it. They'd done a thorough job of it, too. With a slight shrug, he stepped into the wing and started poking through the
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Still, he couldn't sleep forever. By now his eyes kind of hurt from trying. It was time to try, again, to find something he could get into and start working on. Boredom set in quickly for Stark, and it generally proved to be the source of many Bad Ideas.
Tim would get a few minutes of quiet before hearing a loud BANG and Tony spitting out words that didn't sound like polite conversation.
"Shit!" Ten seconds in and he'd already about busted his own shin on broken equipment.
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"Careful, Mr. Stark," he said mildly. "There's a lot of stuff in here, and none of it's organized."
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Dark eyes rapidly raked the room, categorizing piles of junk into 'useless' or 'mostly useless.'
"What a dump." Suddenly his voice was downright cheerful. "It has potential. I think this is the first real technology I've seen in this place. Well, outside of the med lab itself, but we need that. Erm, or the media room. We need that, too."
Organization? Tony could barely keep his thoughts straight, but when it came to improvising, he was the right man in the right place.
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He glanced around the room. "Yeah--I noticed it when everyone was in for their medical appointments after the bug situation. Specialized Weapons Division?" He grinned a little. "How could I resist?"
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