Lab Accidents
Chapter 4
Bruce, along with Natasha, Clint, and Steve had left hours ago to get dinner. They had come back to the tower at an hour any normal human would consider very late, and gone to bed.
Although Tony, who had declined the offer for food, saying he had stuff to finish in the lab, was still awake hours after they'd come back. For some reason, he hadn't found the cause yet, the new repulsers he was making just weren't working properly.
Pepper had left for business a few days ago, and wouldn't be back until the end of the week.
"Jarvis, scan the gauntlet for abnormalities, I give up." He said, tossing his head back from where he was hunched over the repulser.
"Sir, perhaps a good night's rest would be more sufficient than my solving the problem for you." Jarvis replied briskly.
"I'm almost done." Tony snapped back.
"Sir-" Jarvis began again, but was interrupted by his master.
"Jarvis! Gauntlet, issue, fixie, now." Tony balls up his hands in fists angrily.
"The repulser beam wiring seems to have been set up backwards, the inner energy core isn't compatible with the outer. It could cause massive implosions if you continue attempting to use it." Jarvis explained to him, and if it were possible for a robot to have an angry tone, at that moment, Jarvis did.
"Fantastic." Tony grumbled to himself, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. 5:37 AM.
"Alright... Let's just test the targeting system, then I'll power it down and solve our core problems." Tony said, more to himself than to Jarvis, but Jarvis replied anyway.
"You're risk of implosion is 86.92%." Jarvis told him as he lifted the gauntlet onto his arm and pointed it at the far wall where he had repulser targets nailed to the wall.
"Yeah, well..." Tony mumbled, ignoring his AI's insistence as his mind became fuzzy with the exhaustion of being awake for three? four? days in a row.
"Sir!" Jarvis tried once more to reason with him as he powered up the repulser.
The blue glow appeared in the center of the glove, but didn't reach the wall. The blast was reverted backwards, thanks to the backwards wiring, and threw Tony into one of his metal workbenches. The gauntlet was smoking and cracked in various places, but thankfully, didn't catch fire. Though, if Dum-E had had his fire extinguisher, it would've been put to use.
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"Man, I love Schwarma..." Clint said, reminiscing on last night's dinner as he stuffed a granola bar in his mouth.
"You love every food." Natasha told him, breaking her granola bar in half before taking a bite of the half she broke off.
"Not dumpster food. Never again..." He mumbled around a mouthful of granola.
"We were starving, it wasn't that bad." Natasha said with a shrug.
Clint shuddered at the memory.
"Morning." Bruce called from the elevator as he stepped out and into the kitchen. "Where's Steve and Tony?"
"Steve's out lapping poor innocent joggers, and Tony... Was probably in the lab all night. Again." Natasha said, glancing down the stairs towards the lab.
"I'll get him." Bruce made a B-line for the stairs, followed by Clint while he shoved the last of his granola bar into his mouth. Watching Stark get dragged upstairs was always amusing.
"Tony! Brucie is coming! Lock the doors and hide!" Clint yelled playfully, earning a stern look from Bruce.
Clint laughed at his own joke as Bruce swung opened the lab doors, which were surprisingly unlocked, usually when Tony heard people coming to drag him upstairs, he locked the doors.
"Ton-!" Bruce hollered, scanning the room, and saw a smoldering iron man gauntlet sticking out from behind an out of place workbench attached to a human arm.
"Tony." Bruce's eyes changed from annoyed and angry to worried in less than a second as he rushed over to the slightly bent out of shape workbench.
Clint followed closely behind, watching Bruce desperately feel for a pulse, then chuckled when it woke up the billionaire, slapping away Bruce's fingers claiming they were "Too cold! St-stop it."
"Why're you in my bedroom?" Tony slurred, waking up slowly with his eyes still half shut.
"Idiot." Bruce said, leaning away from him to avoid further slaps. "I swear, when I met him, I didn't have a single grey hair." Bruce ran his hand threw his hair, earning a smirk from Clint, who was now perched on a metal stool.
"M' not an idiot, you're an idiot." Tony finally opened his eyes, then rubbed them when the bright lights of the lab attacked his sleepy vision.
He realized a second later, than no, this was not his bed, and yes, this was the lab.
"Oh." He muttered, standing up slowly with his arms braced on the bent workbench he flew into.
"I swear, you need Jarvis to record you when you're alone in the lab! Imagine the gag reels!" Clint pointed at the high-tech security cameras situated around the room excitedly.
"What's taking so long?!" Natasha yelled down the stairs eventually.
"Nothing, on our way!" Clint said, still laughing over his last brilliant idea.
The "lab gag reel" could actually be so funny to watch. I bet Jarvis has got some pretty hilarious stuff on there.
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