<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/74814.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<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Husk, Wolverine<br/></span></span><hr/>Tony remains leaning back on his stool, almost actually falling asleep. He doesn’t want to, but he’s been stringing himself out more than he usually does. There’s so much to get done, so much he needs to do. Rest is some secondary concern. But he’s not going to have a choice.<br/><br/>His eyes spring open and he takes a deep breath as he hears Domino set her suit down, and he sits up on his stool. His eyes linger on her as she speaks, then he looks towards her suit. From here he can tell the damage isn’t awful, very repairable. He leans on his elbow on the holotable as he speaks, now looking towards one corner of his workshop.    “Shouldn’t be an issue. Got plenty of spare pieces parts. Pretty sure Forge won’t mind if I work on his gear a little.”   He shrugs a little at her suggestion/warning about getting food, but as she moves back to the elevator he turns in his stool, looking back towards a small readout panel on the holotable.<br/><br/>“Jarvis how we doin.”  He says as he types a few commands onto the screen in front of him.   ++Slowly, sir. While this station is advanced, it is not as supremely advanced as Stark Tower. Work will be more time efficient.++   Tony shrugs a little at that. He didn’t expect things to get done as fast as he’d like. They never do, really.   “How about Dom’s suit?”   He blinks as he looks up.. Domino.. Dom…Dominatrix… huh. He nods a little at the thought, and looks back to his readout as Jarvis speaks again. Of course Jarvis has already scanned the suit.    ++There is damage to the power system, some components will have to be replaced. Other damage is superficial.++     Tony takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes as he leans back on his stool   “Cool. We’ll just hammer those dents right out.”  Not literally, of course.<br/><br/>His hand then moves away from his face as he looks towards the now open elevator, hearing the food cart coming. He lets out an amused snort as he half turns towards her, eyeing the food and drink on the cart.  “Well if I woulda known you were going to serve me, I woulda saved ya a long time ago.”  Domino holds the water out to him, and he winces faintly as he gets an uncomfortable look on his face. He motions to the table in front of him absently, speaking in a light, almost embarrassed tone.  “Just.. just put it on the table. Don’t really like people handing me things..”   When she sets the water down, her hand has barely released it when he reaches for it. He twists off the cap and takes a few big drinks of the water, his body thanking him. Now he realizes just how thirsty he was. But that’s how it always goes with him. He will work himself ragged, his mind on other things besides his basic needs. And that’s one of the reasons why he loved Pepper so much, she always looked out for his needs first and foremost. For as long as he knew her.  Domino starts to hand him the sandwich and the coffee, and he gets the same uncomfortable look on his face as he motions to the table. Once she sets it down, he scoops up the sandwich, taking a few giant bites out of it. Suddenly he seems to focus solely on devouring the food, almost to quickly, in fact. He feels a sharp pain for a moment, and he pats his stomach with his free hand. He knows when he’s put his stomach into shock, since it happens on a weekly basis. No food for to long, and then loading it up.   “You are going to make someone a wonderful wife.”  He says with a small joking grin to her.   “Really good sammich. Way better than Jarvis’ sandwiches. I can get him to build a miniature nuclear reaction, but he can’t figure out peanut butter and jelly.”  He laughs a little at his own joke, of course Jarvis not saying anything. He’s probably busy or something on the tasks Tony has set him on. Or.. Jarvis knows what is coming.<br/><br/>Tony now grasps the coffee cup gingerly, eyeing the liquid. He looks back to Domino with a perked brow, and then to the coffee.   “Honey huh.. ya know we don’t like change.”   He says with a small smirk before taking a slow drink of it. He glances up as he tastes it, and then takes another drink.  “Okay, it’s not terrible.”   Tony turns on his stool a little, using his free hand to suddenly type in a few command prompts onto the screen in the table in front of him. He takes another slow drink of his coffee as he does. He swallows the warm liquid as he speaks.   “So seems your suit isn’t so bad off. Won’t be but a few hours.. hours work.”  He blinks as he says that, wondering why he lost his train of thought for a moment. That never happens. He now turns to face her as he sits there, taking another long drink of coffee, and then he sets the empty cup down.   “So can you manage repairs? I mean do you.. you know..”   he blinks again as his brows furrow, and he looks away from her. Why couldn’t he think of the words that came next? Why does he feel so… weird.. suddenly. And not the good kind of weird, the ‘let’s smoke this whole bag’ good kind of weird. But not so different. He hasn’t been tired (that he’s noticed, not that he’s been noticing any of it), and when he eats a light meal he doesn’t get supertired suddenly. So what’s…<br/><br/>He blinks again as his vision starts to blur a little, and he looks towards the open water bottle and the empty coffee cup. The bottle of water was sealed… he reaches out and scoops up the coffee cup, looking in it at the bottom of it. He suddenly jabs a finger into the coffee cup, running it along it’s bottom and pulling it out. Residue? But it didn’t have sugar.<br/><br/>Oh hell.<br/><br/>He looks to Domino as the pieces start to come together. There’s an indignant look on his face as he eyes her, and he pushes himself to his feet, holding the cup. He starts to say something, but seems that he can’t think of what he should say. And just as his eyes roll into the back of his head, he exclaims wearily.   “You biiii<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">iiiii</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">iiiiiiii</span>”    He drops the empty coffee cup and falls back, landing right on his workstool. It has caster on the bottom of it, so he actually rolls a little when he does. He lays slumped on the workstool, now out.<br/>