imafuturist | Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

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Lab Beneath Stark Industries, Sunday Afternoon

The War Machine armor had taken a significant enough hit in a fight that Rhodey wasn't able to patch it up on his own. Which was annoying on a few levels for Tony. One, that Rhodey could have gotten hurt. Another that Tony should have been there to help him.

Tony made a face, rereading the assessment of the damage for a third time before starting to get some tools together.

"JARVIS, has the lab in East Village been touched?"

"No, sir. Shall I inform Lieutenant colonel Rhodes of your plan?"

Tony grinned up at the ceiling. "You know me so well, sweetheart. Tell him I'll be there within the hour. Help him shake any tails if you'd be so kind."

[Expecting one, but open before!]

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"Is there a reason a lab has to be underground?"

Bucky felt like this was a reasonable question to ask, once he'd made it down there. Not that he minded – it was just that, well, he'd maybe read a comic book or two with this kind of thing in it.

Tony shot up at that, bumping his head on a worktop before giving JARVIS such a look for not providing warning. He'd grow to regret not specifying which Barnes had access to the place.

"It was here when I moved in," Tony replied, rubbing the top of his head.

Pay no mind to the various forms of the armor scattered around the place in different states of completion, Bucky.

You really needed to learn to be more specific, Tony. Especially here.

Also, Bucky was definitely paying mind. Or at least doing his best not to be wide-eyed as he glanced around and at said armor parts.

"Seriously?" he asked, looking up. "That seems –– okay, guess that seems sorta likely. Here."

If it helped, Tony's lab tended to look like science fiction even to modern folks.

"There were two other me's here," Tony added with a wry grin.

"Yeah, see, exactly the reason why I needed to hold back my surprise." Or straight-up disbelief. He glanced around a second time. (More like the fourth.) "So this is where you work your magic, huh?"

"At the moment, yes," he replied, still smiling. "Meet Iron Man."

Most of the components were red and gold with just one (the most complete one) standing out in gold and black.

"Iron Man," Bucky repeated. "Huh."

That was right back into comic book territory, no lie.

Which just made Tony laugh as he gathered a few parts he might end up needing. "I didn't pick it, trust me."

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, unable to quite keep himself from leaning over one of the armors for a closer look. Couldn't help his curiosity, not that he was fully sure what he was looking at. "Did it come pre-assigned?"

He was joking. Probably.

"Blame the imagination of the media," Tony replied, trailing on after him. "Any word plus man and they hit the presses."

It was the bare bones of a gauntlet that Bucky was looking at. Which wasn't exactly obvious to someone other than Tony. Or Rhodey.

Yeah, Bucky wasn't really getting that from what he was seeing. But he was fascinated all the same.

Nerd.

He sounded just slightly distracted. "Guess they save their imagination for other things."

"You'd think so," Tony said, glancing over to watch him rather than the tech. "Want to see the completed one?"

Bucky looked up.

"Sure," he said, keeping his tone a lot more casual than his actual feelings on that point. Maybe the way he'd perked up betrayed some of that, though.

Hey, tech geeks for life, yo.

Tony grinned, going to retrieve a completed gauntlet to hold out to him. It wasn't as though Bucky could do anything with it unless Tony gave it a little juice, after all.

And Bucky was some years off from being too familiar with any fancy gadgets.

(Did an arm count as a gadget?)

He took the gauntlet and examined it with the proper care – he wasn't about to break things he didn't even understand. "This seems pretty impressive."

It counted as HYDRA tech. Which was low rent and awful.

Tony beamed at that. "Try it on. It's adapted to fit other people in case... well, in case.."

Which meant the gauntlet would shift and expand or shrink as necessary to fit the wearer.

Bucky raised his eyebrows, as if to check whether Tony meant it. Still, he was too curious to actually wait for a verbal or any other sort of confirmation before trying the thing on.

And okay. He did go a little wide-eyed this time, when the gauntlet adjusted to fit his hand. "Whoa ––"

He exhaled a little chuckle.

"That's something else, right there."

"Wait until you see the full suit in action," Tony replied. Then added, "I'm going to the East Village to check on a friend's version of it. It's not too much of a hike from Brooklyn if you wanted to tag along."

"To the future?"

Bucky, you're already in the future.

(Shut up, it felt more like the future when it was his damn home town.)

"Sure." He even cracked a smile. "I'd like that."

So... what you're saying is... they're going Back to the Future?

"You'll like Rhodey," Tony promised. "He's the best."

Bucky snorted. "I guess we'll see, huh?"

"No, it's a proven fact," Tony replied, going to retrieve his tools. "Put up with the random teenager... thing like a champ."

Bucky had been about to ask whether he should go grab something from home. But, something else caught his attention. "What random teenager thing?"

"Last weekend?" Tony asked. "Did you miss out on all the 'fun'?"

There was do much bad hair involved in those years.

"I guess so," Bucky replied. Not looking like he minded one bit. "Another island thing?"

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