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Mark VIII Testing (Open)

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Not by /dropping/ out of the /sky/. In /front/ of me.” Shaping a bird, vaguely sparrow-like, out of fire, she perched it on top of the helmet and made it bend down to peck at the eyepieces. “I think you took a year off my life. I really object to the daredevil stunts in front of me while you’re testing.”

He shook his head quickly to dislodge the burning bird.  ”Come on, Sunshine.  I talked about testing wind resistance immediately before I dropped, and Jarvis wasn’t telling you to try slowing my descent.  What part of that screamed ‘uncontrolled drop?’  I do actually know what I’m doing occasionally, much as you seem to think I don’t.”

She sulked at him. “I hate it when you make sense. ‘s not fair. How’m I supposed to think when it looks like you’re falling?” She chucked another couple fireballs, and tried to insinuate a thread of fire into the joints of the armour. It didn’t work very well.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Summer barely heard him over her continuing fit of the giggles. “J-jarvis,” she gasped, “it’s not supposed to be sanitary, it’s supposed to mark ownership. Or f-feel good.” The laughter overwhelmed her again.

-You can engage in such shenanigans enough for the both of us.  I assure you, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.-

“And I think he just told you to use your match-making skills elsewhere,” Tony added.

“Im-imagine Jarvis having sex,” she stammered, and howled again.

Tony snorted, though he was largely drowned out in her laughter, and elbowed her.  ”Be nice.  He’s gonna lock us in an elevator or something later.”

At that point she couldn’t talk, and she was laughing so hard it had gone silent except for occasional wheezing gasps for air. Her face was bright red and tears were rolling down her cheeks while she clutched at her sides. About once a minute she managed to say, “Can’t breathe,” and then laughed soundlessly some more.

It probably took five minutes for her to actually /stop/ laughing.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Summer barely heard him over her continuing fit of the giggles. “J-jarvis,” she gasped, “it’s not supposed to be sanitary, it’s supposed to mark ownership. Or f-feel good.” The laughter overwhelmed her again.

-You can engage in such shenanigans enough for the both of us.  I assure you, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.-

“And I think he just told you to use your match-making skills elsewhere,” Tony added.

“Im-imagine Jarvis having sex,” she stammered, and howled again.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Am so,” she said, and hung on. As an afterthought she rubbed her nose, which was cold, against his skin. “Does Jarvis lick you?” She was pretty sure Loki licked him.

Tony snorted out an incredulous laugh.  ”Jarvis? No. Jarvis doesn’t lick anyone.  Jarvis is still figuring out that leaving the tower is a thing he can do; he hasn’t met anyone he’d like to lick.”

“I should get Jarvis to lick you.” Unbidden, the image of Jarvis trying to be sexual came into her mind, and she started to laugh, helplessly.

-No thank you.  It sounds rather unsanitary.-

“I think I’ve just been insulted,” Tony mused after a moment, not even bothering to sound annoyed by the revelation.

Summer barely heard him over her continuing fit of the giggles. “J-jarvis,” she gasped, “it’s not supposed to be sanitary, it’s supposed to mark ownership. Or f-feel good.” The laughter overwhelmed her again.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Am so,” she said, and hung on. As an afterthought she rubbed her nose, which was cold, against his skin. “Does Jarvis lick you?” She was pretty sure Loki licked him.

Tony snorted out an incredulous laugh.  ”Jarvis? No. Jarvis doesn’t lick anyone.  Jarvis is still figuring out that leaving the tower is a thing he can do; he hasn’t met anyone he’d like to lick.”

“I should get Jarvis to lick you.” Unbidden, the image of Jarvis trying to be sexual came into her mind, and she started to laugh, helplessly.

Mark VIII Testing (Open)

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I’m gonna kill you,” she growled. “I’m gonna kill you and then get Loki to resurrect you so I can do it again. You did that on purpose. I hate you.” She disdained to respond to his question, deciding it was beneath her notice. There would be words with Jarvis later about private communications. She dropped to Tony’s level at a more sedate pace and levelled a fireball at his chest.

“The suit’s active, and you know I’ve had worse drops on purpose,” he pointed out.  Tony twisted aside, one shoulder taking part of the fireball, but coming out unscathed.  He sounded equal parts amused, exasperated, and perplexed as he asked, “Seriously, how did you think I tested these things?  Lock them in a box and hit buttons until a light turns green?”

“Not by /dropping/ out of the /sky/. In /front/ of me.” Shaping a bird, vaguely sparrow-like, out of fire, she perched it on top of the helmet and made it bend down to peck at the eyepieces. “I think you took a year off my life. I really object to the daredevil stunts in front of me while you’re testing.”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

She hugged her arms around it. “Mine now. You cannot has. My arm.” She inspected it, slightly cross-eyed, and then licked it.

“Wha—you aren’t actually a cat,” he reminded her, as he tried to extricate his arm from her grip.  ”I get enough of that from every other creature in the tower.”

“Am so,” she said, and hung on. As an afterthought she rubbed her nose, which was cold, against his skin. “Does Jarvis lick you?” She was pretty sure Loki licked him.

By the time Summer gets her phone back, it has many photos, documenting what appears to be a Shakespearean production with Boris, Sassy, Bumper, and a few plastic dinosaurs, with a hilariously exasperated Jarvis in the background of most of the pictures.

She flips through the entire production, biting at her lips to keep from exploding into giggles at several points. When she’s done, she plugs it up to her computer and strips all the photos off, putting them in a folder labelled ‘for bad days’. She keeps it on her desktop.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Awww, poor baby,” she teased. To draw the moment out a little longer, she kissed him again, lingeringly.

“Poor me, indeed,” he replied, when the second kiss broke.  “Might need one more, just for morale.”  He leaned down to kiss her a third time, brief that time.  “There we go.  Now I think I can plow onwards.”

“Should I just come keep you company, in case you need more motivation?”

Mark VIII Testing (Open)

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“Son of a FUCK!” she shrieked, high enough that the com warped the sound. “You pull out of that right now, I’m going to murder you, I’m gonna fuckin’ squash you, I will light your ass on fire Tony fucking Stark if you do not pull out of that right the fuck now! JARVIS I TOLD YOU SO STOP HIM!”

Tony cringed behind his faceplate as the comm. briefly shrieked out a piercing noise, and he did his best to hold in a snicker.

-The suit is not malfunctioning, Miss Summer,- Jarvis replied.  -Mr. Stark’s free fall is not uncontrolled.-

Tony plummeted about two thirds of the way down, before his boots and his gauntlets flared, once, twice, three times, slowing him down before bringing him to a halt entirely.  He made a show of inspecting one gauntlet, the other being used for stabilizing.  ”Fancy that.  Not dead.  Suit’s in one piece.  Didn’t need Jarvis to squeeze into a suit.  ’Stupid’ appears to have not happened.  You know you said that with your comm. on earlier, right?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” she growled. “I’m gonna kill you and then get Loki to resurrect you so I can do it again. You did that on purpose. I hate you.” She disdained to respond to his question, deciding it was beneath her notice. There would be words with Jarvis later about private communications. She dropped to Tony’s level at a more sedate pace and levelled a fireball at his chest.