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[See Tony. See Tony with a gun he'd nicked from some drunken hobo in exchange for his watch. See Tony slamming down his communicator on a table and holding said gun up with a rather casual air as he looks around and-]

... Sweet mother of all that's technological and holy-

[He's mumbling, his entire body going slack as an awed and almost teary-eyed expression comes over his face. Because the room he'd found himself in? Yeah. It's the back warehouse of Gotham's version of best-buy. Picked clean of the more expensive things, and most everything else is broken and looted but it's still technology and metal and gears and dear baby Jesus is that a computer?]

Oh, baby, I'm in love. I don't give a crap- I'm in love. [And then he's picking up the communicator and just kind of excitedly showing everyone his goddamn beautiful haul.] If I disappear for the next few days, this is where I am. In robotics heaven.

[He does pause, though, as he turns a corner and finds what seems to be some shelving units that haven't been installed, and he makes a thoughtful noise under his breath.] ... Yeah, this could work.

Hey. [He taps the microphone, obnoxiously] Anyone out there with an inch of sanity and a blow torch? I kind of need one.

[ooc: and so begins Tony staying up for two days straight and barricading himself in his brand new workshop! He'll be emerging with some pretty half-assed helper bots (he has their coding memorized, knows how they go together, could do it in his sleep, he's just been missing the tech he needed to make them) and after that three days of constant work and maybe an hour of sleep? He'll be emerging in a crude, not-so-indestructible Iron Man suit. Because if he can build one in a cave in Afghanistan under constant torture and surveillance? He can sure has hell make one in a run-down electronics store with minimal distractions.

Of course, most of this will no-doubt be destroyed in villain battles and he'll mourn his bots for weeks, but hey. When Tony Stark is left alone and with tech? He builds.]

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How much better?

You ever see anyone control flame before?

Can't say I have.

[He's leaning forward now. Interest piqued.]

[There's a smile on his face.] I can.

Blowtorches are boring, give me a lighter, I'll do your job.

[Oh and that bit about sanity- John might not be all that stable, but he's definitely not the craziest kid out there.]

[He's pretty good with crazy. And has some nice aim when it comes to throwing pieces of metal at crazy people who may or may not be trying to roast him alive.

Also he just... likes fire.]

Huh. I'll take that offer. If it's an offer. How's your temperature control? Because I need things heated to bend as well as heated to pretty much melt.

[Oh yeah, fire is great. It'd be even greater if John could actually create it, not just manipulate it.] I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't.

What are you trying to melt? [He stops.] It doesn't matter anyway, I can make it however hot you need it.

[He's smirking, by this point] Now that's an answer I like to hear.

I just need some metals melted to fit into a few molds I've hammered out. Just small pieces that absolutely need to be in the right shape for it to work.

[And because he really doesn't care who's bad or good or who could kill him before he could do anything, he'll be rattling off the address he's at.

Not that he thinks the kid will try and kill him. Probably. He just really wants this suit done.]

Like I got anything better to do around here. [He says, mostly to himself.]

[Too bad he heard that]

Yeah, same boredom boat over here.

[He doesn't really care if you did.]

Then let's stop talking about it. When did you want to do this?

Two hours I should have everything lined up and ready to go.

Two hours? Alright.

You want to tell me now where to meet, or you going to make me guess?

There's a pretty blown up gas station around 15th, I'm in the little Ma and Pa's electronics store on the next corner.

There's a truck rammed through the wall. You kind of can't miss it.

Truck rammed through the wall. Got it.

[Forward to two hours later- SPAM]
Following Tony's directions, John made his way around 15th and sure enough, there was the damaged truck. Entering the shop, he almost didn't expect anyone to be inside; the place was a wreck from the debris, so he called out.

"Hello?"

There was the sound of crashing from a corner of the shop, followed by a muttered curse. Eventually, though, Tony was pulling himself out from under a table and a network of wires, various odds and ends looped over his shoulders, connecting to the circle of light just barely visible through a rip in his shirt. He looked confused for just a second before snapping, pointing at John as recognition dawned.

"You're the kid with the fire, right?"

The sudden noise actually caused John to jump. Not so much from shock than actual surprise. Huh, guess the guy was here after all. John had remembered his face from their previous chat on the ship's feed, but he hadn't seen the dimly lit glow in the center of his chest. He'd have to ask about that.

"That'd be me," a smirk grew on John's face. Recognition was always nice.

He might have been crap with names, nine times out of ten, but he always remembered people by their jobs, their station. Remembered faces even if he could only connect them with the nicknames his mind supplied. Like now, for instance. He was only getting Charlie, the kid from Firestarter.

But that was definitely not right. "Awesome," he waved him over, then, kicking his way out of the nest of parts and wires he'd managed to get himself in, tugging a few of them out from under his shirt so he could get away from his work. More often than not the arc reactor was covered up, the fabric over it thick enough to block the glow, but when working? He kind of needed it out. Exposed.

He slapped his hand down lightly against a table piled with pieces of metal. "These are the scraps, and this-" he nudged a roughly hammered out piece of metal, wrestled into a rough mold with his shoe. It would work for now. "-Is part of what I need to shape it in."

Tony grinned, then, throwing his arms out wide, showing off his little impromptu workroom.

"Welcome to my lab. It's shit right now, but once I get things going it'll blow your mind."

John had come closer, watching as the man in front of him came crawling out from the mess of wires and various parts when he spotted an odd glow emitting from the center of his shirt. Though partially hidden from the fabric, there was definitely something there to take interest in.

But John offered his services, so those questions would be asked later, possibly sooner, but right now, he wanted to show this guy what he was capable of. And so the moment that he'd been shown the scraps, John was more than happy to contribute.

"It looks like it's going to need a lot of work before it gets to that point," he responded in remark to the lab being able to blow ones mind.

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