<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Iyyl.jpg) </div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Avenger<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Humanity<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Rurouni Safehouse, master workshop<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone, really<br/></span></span><hr/>Tony’s hands and mind stop when he hears the status of Diamondback. He says nothing, he just stares directly ahead of himself. His mind flashes to when he caught her from falling out of that building, helping her to get to the safehouse, the look on her face when she realized who he was. Or rather, that he was Steve’s friend. And he remembers he sent her out on a task… a mission. And now.. now she’s..<br/><br/>He takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes, a deep scowl on his lips. It’s because of her that they are able to send out broadcasts once more. Her efforts gave them a major victory. If she’s gone… there’s nothing he can do about that. If Wolverine and Domino can’t do anything for her… he knows he can’t. He knows he’s the smartest of them, but he also knows he’s not the smartest of them. He thinks that the best thing he can do now… add on to the small victory she has given them. And finish the armor.<br/><br/>Back to the holo outline he looks, his eyes scanning over it.   “How much is done now? How much has been fabricated?”   he asks in a soft tone. Jarvis’ voice suddenly is heard from all around the room<em>+As directed, I have used pieces from both the Deep Space and Stealth armor for the pre-assimilation model. It is now complete enough for the nanotechnology assimilation and fabrication.++</em>Tony’s face doesn’t change expressions as he listens, though occasionally he does glance towards Paige. He always did work better with an audience.<br/><br/>“Do it.”   He says, then taking another swig from his bottle of beer. Setting the bottle down, he slides to his right on the workstool, stopping before a small work area set up on the edge of his table. Drawing in a deep breath he picks up what looks like a very large syringe, a dark liquid inside. He stares at the syringe… and then leans over to scoop up his beer. He takes a big swig of it, and then sets it down. In the same motion he picks up a small wrapped pad, and he opens it. He swabs his arm near the elbow with the alcohol pad, and then quickly he jabs the syringe into his arm, the dark liquid draining into his vein. He winces noticeably as it does so, and he drops the syringe right away, gripping his arm. The veins around the injection area darken for a moment, and he leans down a little in pain.<br/><br/>He suddenly licks his lips, as if suddenly they were dry.   “Tastes like.. ginger… and nickel..”  Tony coughs once, and he sits back up slowly, flexing his hand. Slowly he pushes himself to his feet, and he starts to pace back and forth, flexing both his hands.<em>++Sir, there are better ways of administering the nanotechnology hordes.++ </em>Tony shakes his head as he moves back towards the table.   “Don’t have the luxury of time, Jarvis. Or the facilities. Just need to get it done.”  If Jarvis could sigh, he certainly would.<br/><br/>And then after 4 more injections, Tony is done. In a lot of ways. He leans back on his workstool, his hands rubbing his eyes.  “At least tell me things are online…”    ++’Things’ are online, sir.++   He nods a little as he now sits up on the workstool, and he takes a swig of the last of his beer.<em>++Final construct of the ancillary systems are nearly complete. Main power systems, defensive grids, offensive systems, arc power constructs and sensors are at 95% completion.++ </em>“Good work.”  Tony says as he now lowers his head onto the table in front of him. He feels… weird… almost like a hangover, but different. A hangover he can handle… he has handled for much of his life. What he feels is… lightheaded, like his mind is in a cloud. The injections were of nanite cultures, each specially programmed to interact with his nervous system and autonomic responses. To say it was experimental technology would be very generous. So far as he knows, no one has tried to use nanites in this manner. Maybe most people are smart enough not to try something this dumb.<br/><br/>“Start the simulated signals. Make sure things.. do.. like.. they are.”   He kind of slurs the last few words, his eyes closing tight as his body fights to not lose itself. The nanites are small enough to travel uninterrupted through his body’s systems, but the body knows when something is amiss. When there is something there that shouldn’t be. Even if it should be.  “Think I might be sick..”  he mutters as Jarvis begins tests. Jarvis simulates signals that would cause reactions in the nanites now in Tony’s body, even if the reactions don’t actually do anything. Just the fact they are reacting is enough.<em> ++Signal response is very strong, sir.++    </em>“Wonderful.”   Tony mutters once more, his eyes closing tight.<br/>