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[The video feed flicks on to show Hawke sitting at a table. Covering the table are all sorts of circuit boards, wires, a laptop, various tools. You know, the things that you see and you go "this person must be some kind of tech genius". She's also wearing glasses. They make her look like hipster garbage.

Finally, there's a little handwritten note on the edge of the desk that says Hawke Industries. The Hawke part seems like it used to say something else but it's been scribbled out. A name that starts with an S? Something like that.]

Hello fellow Moirans and those that were never on the Moira. Morianots? Never mind. Terminology isn't what's important here. What is important is all the shiny new abilities being passed around like the plague. Sorry to anyone who accidentally lit their breakfast on fire when they woke up a mage. But I bet it was hilarious for everyone else.

Anyway, my important announcement is that I'm a genius now. See? You can tell by the spectacles. [Oh that explains the glasses] I know all about computers, engineering, physics, renewable energy, artificial intelligence, and making suits out of metal. Which I won't do. Because, let's be honest, it's embarrassing.

So from now on you can direct all your technological questions to me. I'll answer them in a very overcomplicated and round about fashion with a slight bit of scorn for your inability to understand. But fear not, I'm prepared to throw myself on that sword for the sake of everyone here.

[And off goes the feed. Is she really going to actually fix shit or do anything? WHO KNOWS.
She's a wild card.]

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Sadly, I still have these funny feelings of affection for you deep down inside me. Perhaps I need to see a doctor for my ailment. Though I've never really been "most".

Wow.

[ Listen. He's touched, but you can't make him show it. ]

TMI. I didn't ask about your health problems.

Says the man who gets concerned when I so much as sniffle.

[ROLLS EYES. YOU'RE A WORRYWART YOU ALWAYS ASK ABOUT SHIT.

Except rolling her eyes kinda sucks because her head is starting to hurt.]

That's an exaggeration. If that were true, I'd literally always be concerned.

[ The pain is punishment for calling out a dude who CARES. ]

Well, I could stand to be more dramatic about it if I really wanted your concern.

[Well. Okay she does sniffle a lot but that's Nate's fault. Because she's not going to pin Tenzin on Elena who is pure and good so Nate is gonna take the fall there. Asshole roommate. What a dick etc etc. Kick him outta SC.]

But I guess that explains all the gray.

Unfriended. Blocked.

[ He even

CUTS THE VIDEO FEED.

Looks like she's just gonna have to hunt him down in person if she wants to keep shitposting. ]

[Hawke doesn't call him back because she's too busy LAUGHING HER ASS OFF at the fact that she managed to ruffle his feathers. Plus she has things to fix and people to impress. Then...

8 HOURS LATER. /Spongebob Announcer voice

Which puts them around 1 AM, she stumbles into the workshop and drops into a chair next to him. It's unusual for Hawke to be up this late. Barring any shenanigans to distract her, she's usually out like a light by 11. She needs to sleep to regenerate her magic or something like that. It sounds like bullshit. (It's actually true).

Which is why she probably looks like shit with dark circles and slightly swollen eyes and definitely NOT BECAUSE OF KARMA.

After collapsing heavily into the chair beside him she drops her head onto the table with a loud THUNK as her forehead hits the wood.]

How do you turn your brain off? My head hurts and I feel terrible.

[ Things that aren't unusual: Tony Stark awake at 1am in his workshop, Hawke barging into said workshop unannounced (for all his griping, anyone with the security clearance to just waltz in has it for a damn good reason).

Things that are unusual: the hour of the particular occurrence. Didn't womanchild bedtime already come and go?

He shifts his work goggles up onto his forehead and looks up from the part he's welding, which is itself a show of extreme caring. ]

Got bad, bad news for you, pal.

[FIRST OF ALL. FUCK YOU AI FUCKER.

Second, she turns her head to look at him with a dangerous scowl that looks mostly pathetic. Then she glances over at what he's welding and winces as her mind jumps back into going one million miles on hour, figuring out what he's doing, how far along he is, and what the process is.

Hawke groans and forces herself into a sitting position as she reaches for another part, similar to the one that Tony is working on. She wipes her nose on her hand before examining the part (sorry bro) and then shakes her head slightly (and then winces because fuck ow), before welding the wires together with her own magic.

It's a good thing this is temporary.]

You should have started with this part.

[REALLY A GOOD THING.]

[ He points at her with a soldering iron, which is the correct way to weld things (barring mid-battle circumstances that require laser beams, obviously), you BARBARIAN.

That said, she did it correctly, which is absolutely baffling and he will not get used to it before it wears off. ]

So did you come here just to scandalize me, or what?

Perhaps a little bit. What fun would I be if I didn't scandalize you just a little.

[She picks up another piece and solders it together with her hands. See magic? Is convenient. But she does with sort of a robotic air that really indicates she does it because she doesn't know what else to do. She's tired. She looks tired. But she can't sleep.]

But I came here because... I knew you'd be awake. And I know why you're awake.

[ On the nose. A little too on the nose.

He sets his tools aside and fixes her a searching look. She looks like shit, alright. It's probably the only reason he doesn't bitch at her for touching his stuff. ]

Not having fun, I take it.

I'm tired.

[She knows that he's set his tools down but she keeps fiddling for a few seconds to avoid his gaze. Unfortunately, her mind makes quick work of all of the bits and bobs in front of her so eventually, she's forced to look at him. He looks tired too, she thinks. Just not as bad as she does.

She runs a hand through her hair and settles on her forehead, like she's checking herself for a fever.]

I can't stop thinking. It's like someone opened my head up and shoved a beehive in there and it's just nothing but buzzing and moving and stinging. Which is probably why you shouldn't eat bees.

Immediate death and the ecological importance of bees are other really great reasons.

[ Still, he knows exactly what she's describing, because it's the whole reason he keeps the hours he does and works as obsessively as he does. And there's only ever been one solution to it, in his experience: constant motion. Constant productivity.

He stoops down and rummages for something under his workbench, then tosses her what she may or may not realize is an overdrive unit for her dumb bike, which he didn't bother to tell her he was working on.

Whatever. ]

Figure out what's wrong with that.

[ He doesn't bother to explain anything beyond that, either. ]

At least death could be a good chance for a nap.

[She yawns and rubs at her face in an almost childlike way before her reflexes kick in and she jumps a little as she catches the piece of equipment. She turns it over in her hands, as her mind begins to race, making connections and racing to conclusions and new ideas that it shouldn't even be capable of.

Her head throbs and for a second she looks grim before she realizes what it is and grins.]

And override unit. And it's not even by birthday.

I know, right? You're the most unjustly spoiled person I know.

[ He seamlessly turns back to what he'd been tinkering with before she entered, though it's not with an air of dismissing her. Case in point, he keeps talking. ]

Still needs some adjustments, but fortunately for you, you're qualified for the next however-long. Just don't touch anything on this bench, and if you don't wear safety goggles, I'm kicking you out.

It's going to be impossible to live with me soon. I'll become entitled and demanding to every whim.

[She takes safety goggles, examines them, and puts them on. They're way too big for her so it just looks kinda goofy. She keeps trying to shove them up on her face.]

This seems inconvenient if I have to itch my eyes.

[ The whining about safety goggles isn't even worth a sarcastic retort, honestly. ]

You mean you're not already like that?

I'm charmingly laid back and some might say, even to a fault.

[Ah there, goggles fit to her head with the adjustment of a few straps. But she looks kind of displeased about it and keeps reaching under to itch her nose.]

I'd argue you're an impressive mixture of both, actually. A miracle of nature.

[ He turns his attention back to his tinkering, lowering his own goggles as he does so. ]

Give it two hours and see how far you get.

It's tough to be a miracle.

[Hawke sighs dramatically and gets to work. Though after 30 minutes or so her concentration keeps getting broken by her reaching up to rub at her eyes or pinch the bridge of her nose. She wasn't kidding about feeling terrible.

Eventually she just drops her head to the table and watches Tony work for a few minutes before she breaks the silence.]

I think you'll be able to do it. Get us out of here, I mean. And take me with you.

[ The silence is companionable, Hawke's fidgeting aside. It's not the first time she's sat nearby while he tinkers into the night, even if it's the first time she's had a project of her own. There's something routine about it that calms his nerves.

It's why her interruption catches him entirely off guard.

His hands falter on the wiring he'd been twining together, the movement normally so precise. She earns herself a moment of genuine gaping before he figures out what he has to say to that. ]

I guess I should be honored that you came to that conclusion in the midst of being a genius.

[She snorts at his gaping and watches him from over her elbow with her face still comfortably resting on her arms on the table. Hawke knows Tony. And she knows that it's the sort of thing he probably needs to hear but doesn't want to hear because he doesn't know how to process such an unusual support. Sometimes, she finds herself on the same boat with him and Nate.

But because she knows how his brain works and it's put a new perspective on things. Or as much as Hawke thinks about things like perspectives and other introspective things. She prefers to avoid it.]

I always believed you. But now I've got your mind. It never stops. Never stops trying to fix things, which by the way, is very exhausting and you ought to start sleeping more. You'll figure it out because you won't stop until you do. And you will. Eventually.

How's that for late night bonding.

[ Faith is an odd thing. He's a superhero back home, after all, and he knows people believe in that; some believe in it so strongly that it can be a little humbling. Even so, there's something different about hearing it from those whose voices matter the most to you. And that number - the voices that really matter - has always been pretty damn small.

He still doesn't exactly know what to say. He doesn't feel like he's duped her - he is amazing - but even so, he hopes her faith doesn't end up horribly misplaced. Don't fuck it up, Stark. A motto worth living by. ]

It's a little uncomfortable, actually. [ TRULY. ] I was waiting for you to end it with a dick joke.

Do I really need to? I've been inside your head remember. You're a big enough dick that the joke would be redundant.

[She replies muffled through her arms. But he can clearly tell she's grinning and quite pleased with herself for knocking him off his game.]

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