[ he looks a little bewildered for a moment, but then just snickers as he directs hank towards his room once they get inside. ]
Usually, I'd say you're taking this healthy skepticism thing too far, but... no one likes a yes-man. I think you'll make a fine assistant.
[ he raps on his own door a few times, then a little louder when there's no answer. ]
Caps, we have guests! Don't be naked. Or do. I'm not your mother.
[ he pushes in to a predictably empty space despite his carrying on and sighs at the sight of their beds. one perfectly done up and one still unmade the way he'd left it the day they'd been taken off to akvos. dum-e and you give a more insistent whirring at seeing tony again after so long. a shadow of a smile creeps over his face as he pats each of the robots, one at a time, before making it to his wall that's covered in charcoal writing. there are a bunch of technical things written after a big "NETWORK" that details his and zari's plan to optimize communication, and he picks up the black stub to write a few formulas underneath that and then a few lines of code - before he forgets it. ironic that they were talking about that before comms completely went belly-up, but hopefully with their ingenuity that won't happen again.
there's a line item he crossed out then rewrote and he underlines it now before turning to hank with a glint in his eye. the words read only "WHISKEY STILL" and he hadn't gotten further than that. it wasn't a priority when he thought this wouldn't be such an extended stay, but having a decent drink to come back to after that bullshit? he's sure he's not the only one who would appreciate it. ]
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Usually, I'd say you're taking this healthy skepticism thing too far, but... no one likes a yes-man. I think you'll make a fine assistant.
[ he raps on his own door a few times, then a little louder when there's no answer. ]
Caps, we have guests! Don't be naked. Or do. I'm not your mother.
[ he pushes in to a predictably empty space despite his carrying on and sighs at the sight of their beds. one perfectly done up and one still unmade the way he'd left it the day they'd been taken off to akvos. dum-e and you give a more insistent whirring at seeing tony again after so long. a shadow of a smile creeps over his face as he pats each of the robots, one at a time, before making it to his wall that's covered in charcoal writing. there are a bunch of technical things written after a big "NETWORK" that details his and zari's plan to optimize communication, and he picks up the black stub to write a few formulas underneath that and then a few lines of code - before he forgets it. ironic that they were talking about that before comms completely went belly-up, but hopefully with their ingenuity that won't happen again.
there's a line item he crossed out then rewrote and he underlines it now before turning to hank with a glint in his eye. the words read only "WHISKEY STILL" and he hadn't gotten further than that. it wasn't a priority when he thought this wouldn't be such an extended stay, but having a decent drink to come back to after that bullshit? he's sure he's not the only one who would appreciate it. ]
Something tells me you're the man for this job.