The pizza in the oven trick is made up by the way, I don't know what that would do. Also, Tony doesn't like people acting like they know his tech better than he does, and likes to gamble, so I don't know if this is as OOC as it feels.
Tony didn't get back until the middle of the night, so in the morning, I of course found him not sleeping, but working in his lab on something weird. A boot. Two, actually. And he was putting them on.
"Good morning!"
He looked over at me. "It's morning already? Could've sworn it was still midnight for the last 4 hours."
"What are those?"
"Flight boots." He made his way onto a grid on the floor. "Okay, let's do this right. Start mark, half a meter, and back and center. Dummy, look alive. You're on standby for fire safety."
Suddenly my ears began ringing like crazy again, and as they stopped I suddenly got a bad feeling about this.
"You, roll it. Okay. Activate hand controls. We're gonna start off nice and easy. We're gonna see if 10% thrust capacity achieves lift-"
"-Wait!"
"What, you wanna hold the camera?"
"Actually I get the feeling you may want to start a bit lower. Maybe at most 5%."
He glared at me a bit. "Kid, this is my tech, I know what I'm doing, I don't need your-"
"How much testing did you do to determine the power input to thrust ratio before this?"
"..."
"..."
"Fine. 6% Thrust capacity. In 3... 2... 1- WOAH- UMMPH!"
He was sent up and backwards, flying over a set of tool benches, narrowly missing a support pillar, and hitting the ground hard out of my sight.
I put off my laughter for the moment in favor of running to him.
"Are you okay?!"
"Yeah, just got thrown across the room onto a concrete floor. Yes, I'm alright."
"So I can laugh at you?"
"Don't push it."
I smirked at him on the ground. "6%, not a good decision. For multiple reasons."
"Don't push it kid."
I couldn't hold it in anymore, and started laughing uncontrollably.
"That's it, we're done. You're done helping. You're done helping me. This is it. No more."
I calmed myself down as best as I could. "I know the genetic code of every living organism."
"That's a lie."
"Or at least I know how to decode it. I don't have memories of it, but I've made the program before, I can make it again."
"That's a lie to get me to think you're some kind of genius. To make me think you're on my level when you're not."
"Fine. If I succeed, you have to let me take complete control over your life, and the first thing I'd make you do is read the Bible."
He walked over to me, looked me in the eye, and did the wisest foolish move possible, taking my outstretched hand and shaking on it. "You've got a deal kid. I want it by tomorrow-"
"Not jeopardizing my sleep schedule-"
"Two days then."
"Our deal didn't include a deadline but I'll be working on it frequently. You'll know the entire genetics of a camel by next hump day."
"That's a lie."
"No it's not. And I saw a lack of balance separate from the high thrust power. You may want some thrusters on your hands as well to help that."
"Yeah, I know, I'll handle it." We made our way over to his project desk, and he started making adjustments to the digital plans for the project. It was labeled "MK-2", so he must've started this before his capture. "Kid, why are you doing this? Lying and saying you're some sort of genius out of the blue?"
"Because I need you to show me some respect, and then the real work starts. I'll need a human blood sample to calibrate it with, and I'll need a few odds and ends you probably won't have here. For now I'll start assembling the basic hardware, and working with JARVIS to get the more obscure parts and start building the program."
"What real work? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You. You're irresponsible and self serving on multiple levels, and although your sarcasm and lack of tact are completely fine you have very little respect for those who only want the best for you." He slowly started turning his head towards me. "You don't take proper care of yourself to the point that eventually no amount of tech and tape will keep you from breaking apart, and I can tell that mentally you're slowly entering the path of either depression or egotistical authoritarian control over every aspect of your life. So yes, you're the real work."
I turned away and made my way to a holo-table, pulling up a nearby desk chair and sitting. "JARVIS, you've got a new friend. First thing I need is a proper chemical estimation program. Create a new file, label it 'Cholesterol Free French Onion Dip' because I'm gonna need chips and dip to get this done in a decent time. Start a grocery order as well, and add clementines, a pair of smoke/carbon monoxide detectors, a microwave, a digital microscope, and the most advanced gaming PC you can find under $10,000. And for the immediate moment, I want chips and salsa from Chili's."
Tony just stared at me like I was crazy. Which maybe I was. Let's push the limit a bit.
"And order a ham and pineapple pizza from-"
"If you bring that in my house you're leaving with it."
"That one was a joke, please don't hang me for mentioning a political topic."
Obadiah arrived soon after, bearing pizza from NY. I was very grateful.
"Who are you?"
"A food connoisseur and food critic and your new best chemist and geneticist. You'll know the entire genome of a camel by next hump day. And please don't sell my tech, it's for rent, not for sale. And it will have fail safes. Is that really from New York, or just from a place with New York in the name?"
"It's from New York-"
"Good, any place not in New York that claims to be New York pizza is a scam. Now give me half that pizza, I'm gonna throw it in the oven on a baking stone topped with aluminum foil at 400 degrees, and then drop it to 150 and cover it with something really big and heat proof, and I'm gonna make you all taste the difference."
You don't suggest anything, I don't airdrop anything. Unless I want to.