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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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I'm on the case. [She needs something specific to focus on, and wants to take the opportunity to work with as many people as possible, so hey, twist her arm.] What should I look for on the way here besides a blowtorch?

I owe you one. And that's kind of a big thing, here.

[It seriously is. But Tony's a genius, he knows that this place is gone to hell and back. And he knows that to survive however long they're here for? He has to work fast and get himself armed and ready to go.

At least he already has all the specs and plans memorized. No need for trial and error, just a need for salvage and a quick assembly]

Anything metal. Pipes, signs, anything I can solder together or bend whatever way I need. Electronics, too. Cell phones, things with joints or pressure systems. So seriously, anything metal you can afford to carry.

Oh, I get that, though that's not why I'm doing it.

Right...right. Give me an hour then.

[That gets him to glance up at the communicator, eyebrows arching up]

Huh. That's a new one. In it for the scientific curiosity, then? [He's so used to people constantly needing something from him]

Should give me enough time to have this coding muscled out. [And he'll send her his address]

Well, partly it's because I wanna see what you'll do with it all, yeah. But the other part is knowing how much more trouble the bad guys are gonna be in once you're done.

[He laughs, pointing at the communicator with what seems to be swiftly taking the shape of a robotic hand. Or at least something with two fingers made out of little gears and pistons - Tony can work fast, once he knows he has the parts he needs]

I like you. Probability powers and a respect for the suit? You're sneaking up my favorites list.

Good, cause you've been on mine. Gimme some time and I'll see what I can pick up.

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[About an hour later, a faint blue glow can be seen down the street. It resolves itself to a junker panel truck that is absolutely stuffed full of spare parts. It is surrounded by a watery blue nimbus, and Wanda sits on top of the cab instead of the driver's seat while the truck drives itself. She has a six-pack of Rockstars in her lap.]

Yo! [The truck lurches to a stop and promptly dies as the glow fades.] Delivery here!

[He's just managed to get hooked into the outside security system - also known as the one camera that hasn't been smashed to bits yet - when Wanda pulls up. And oh he's out of there in a flash, barely restraining himself from just leaping into the truck and touching every piece of metal there is.

Instead, he's standing there, hands on his hips, just laughing.]

Now that's a haul.

I'm experimenting with using my powers in a new way--randomly lucking into finding stuff. Because what I do can be so destructive I figure staying middleweight but getting creative is better.

[She hops off the car and hands him the sixpack and a handful of Power Bars.] Fuel. Sorry there isn't more.

Experiment away. If this is what comes up from that? I'll give you the keys to my heart.

[Especially if you keep giving him energy drinks. He'll just be holding those to his chest like he's cradling a baby. Seriously]

You deserve a medal. Rockstar is exactly what I needed.

[She thanks the gods it was shadowy because she blushes and has to force herself not to giggle like an idiot.]

God damn it, girl, just because on your world the guy's a potential teammate doesn't mean "act like a total doofus puppydog. CHILL.

[Deep breath.]

I found a collapsed 7-11 and got some good stuff out of it once I had the roof off. Gotta partition it out though.

You wanna do me a favor in return, I need a brainstorm session on other uses for my power once this is all done. I'm faring pretty well now but...

It's better for me to come up with creative mid-range solutions than really open up the throttle and end up, say, throwing a building at someone. Safer for everyone involved.

Brainstorming I can do. You'll get the best damn brainstorm session of your life. [He's going to be crawling into the back of the truck, rooting through the metal Wanda's found]

You said something about them being luck-based, ri- oh gorgeous!

[Aaaaand he's diving in, coming up with a thick, shiny sheet of metal, just grinning at his smudged up reflection]

The things I could do with you.

It depends on your point of view. From a mutation point of view I control probabilities. From a witchy point of view I'm basically hacking magic.

[She chuckles.] You want me to back the truck into that gap in the wall?

Mutation? [He's jumping down out of the truck, piece of metal in hand, power bars shoved in his pocket, and the six pack in the other. Over all? He looks like a kid at Christmas] Genetics isn't my strong suit. Kind of get computers more than people.

[He smirks, then, and just sort of walks around to the corner of the building]

How about we make a new hole, instead?

How about chaos theory?

[She peers at the building. Can it take another hit?]

Yeah, sure, you want to do the honors or shall I?

Chaos theory? [Now you're speaking his language.] Sure. Theoretical engineering, butterfly effect, deterministic chaos.

[Structurally speaking? Probably not. But Tony's good at calculating force and angles and the structure of things.

Which is why he's scraping a large x on the wall with his piece of metal after a moment of looking it over.]

You're the luck girl. Good outcomes and all that. Give it a good whack, right at the center, there.

I have given serious thought to studying chaos theory along with magical practice in order to better control my powers. Computer assistance might be useful for calculating probabilities and coming up with more possible uses. You see...basically, I am the butterfly.

[She nods and stretches a hand toward the wall. Precision. It is her weak point. In some ways it would be easier to just take out the whole building. But that is not what he instructed at all.]

[She makes a strange gesture with her outstretched hand and it starts to glow a watery blue. X marks the spot. Now focus.]

[An area of decay starts to spread on the wall, its substance simply crumbling to dust at the middle of the X. The hole spreads--and then cracks appear in the wall as the support beam behind it gets severed. She restrains herself, and watches a fair-sized hole open up.]

[She relaxes finally.] There you go.

[He's whistling, very much impressed with what's happening in front of him. Hell, he's even impressed enough to pop one of the six pack out of the little holder and offering it out to her]

Impressive, for a butterfly. [Teasing] But hey, you say the word after this and I'm all ears for some quick calculations and chaos theory lessons.

[He'll just be jumping into the truck right now to start her up and back her into that newly opened hole]

That will be awesome. I'll make pie. What kinda pie do you like?

[As he does so, he will likely notice that the truck plain should not be running. It responds obediently to his steering, but the thing looks like it is held together by rust, Bondo and duct tape.]

Other than pizza pie? [His lips twitch, and... yeah. He's noticed that. But right now? It's doing what he wants it to. Held together by something he doesn't get or not, it's helping.

He'll just be focusing on that for now]

Apple, if you mean pie pie. Can't go wrong with apple.

Still working on my pizza. But I do a killer Dutch apple pie a la mode.

Not literally killer.

Uh, really. [Shifty eyes.]

[He is looking at you with equal measures of respect and... grudging admiration]

Honestly, even if they were trying to burn my eyes out, I don't think I'd hate you for monster pies.

Nah, I never use magic in the kitchen. Just in case. I've seen Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, man, it's never pretty when food gets weird.

[She cracks open her drink and takes a slurp.]

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