video; (backdated to powerswap because I'm late with Starbucks)

[otiosity]

[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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[otiosity]

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.

[arcreact]

[ 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.

[otiosity]

[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.

[arcreact]

[ 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.

[otiosity]

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.]