[ He figured what it meant he was just surprised she hadn't told him from the get-go, for some reason. There's no real method behind his surprise beyond 'dude, that's cool i want that', and that's hard to express accurately.
The apparent trust is a little weird too. People trust him to do amazing things with machines, sure, to replicate things he shouldn't possibly understand, but they don't trust him with... things like this. Because he's seven and impulsive and doesn't listen to people whom he feels are not listening to him.
But okay, he gives it a little gas, and it's jerky, but when he turns to leave the garage, he doesn't actually hit anything. It's a clear path, and he's not going fast by any means, and he's still craning to see all the time, but he's going where he means to be. And not talking, all his attention on what he's doing. ]
[ Yeah, the 'i want that it's cool' she pretty much can put with him any time, she thinks.
He's still Tony. Tiny and young but she doesn't think he's actually any more reckless older than he would be young, because he's pretty reckless when he's older. And if she's right there, well, it should all be good, right?
She's watching carefully, keeping her hands folded casually in her lap so that it doesn't look like she's nervous. ] There's enough driveway for you to take laps, I think.
[ If anything he's more reckless from the age of roughly 19 onwards through... all the rest of his adult life.
He still isn't saying anything, because he's focusing on driving the car, and this is fun and cool and she's awesome and he's so not going to fuck this up, okay, he loves cars and all their parts and he's just not going to. ] Really? [ So he'll get out there and then glance around a little - pretty clear. Looks like he lives in a cool house in the middle of nowhere and doesn't talk to people, so that's. Fun. But either way, he gives the car a little more gas and gets to drive a bit more. ]
She's pretty okay with him concentrating on car driving instead of watching her, because goodness knows she's pretty concentrated on driving despite her carefully manufactured appearance to the contrary. ] Really. It's pretty long, I think it'll work. [ And leaning back in her chair, watching him explore and then get back in. ]
Well, awesome. He'll take a little time to get comfortable, but it's only a little while before he's going a little faster, inching closer to the edge of the seat and more or less staying close to the wheel just because he's holding onto it. ]
[ Getting more reckless as you age is not the way to go, Tony.
Hnng yes staying firmly in her seat but you can bet she's keeping a close eye on that speedometer and the relation of the car to the driveway and his body to the seat. ]
[ Well it's going pretty well until he starts to go too fast, can't quite see over the dashboard properly, but keeps going nonetheless. Stop him or possibly crash, Max. Although there's a chance he'll get it back under control. ]
[ Narrowing her eyes, one hand almost reaching out but not quite yet. ] Tony, brake. [ Calm and deliberate so as to not do any startling, but definitely very firm. That is an order there, mister. ]
[ What. She's coming over, he'll relinquish control. He's used to 'Tony what are you doing' /drop run 'Tony!' /run. He can't actually drop and run this time but he can drop and freeze. Whatever you want to do, Max. He's not even actually heard what you said. ]
[ Okay, well, that was a slightly more extreme reaction than she was going for. She was hoping more for just him braking, because that would have worked best, but she can catch the wheel and slide her leg over to stick on the brake before putting the car into park and glancing over at him. ] A little more control on the way back up to the house, okay?
[ Wait, she's letting him drive it back up to the house? He looks at her for a long second, scrutinizing. He doesn't think she's lying, but he doesn't have full control over his senses yet and they're only giving him lackluster information. Mostly he's got gut instinct.
But she seems to be telling the truth, for whatever reason, and he doesn't look in things' mouths, so he re-situates himself and starts driving much better back up toward the house. ]
[ Hey, he did a pretty decent job except for that last bit, and she's pretty sure from the expression on his face that he'll be at least a little bit more careful now. And he knows that she's paying close attention.
So she just nods and slides back more towards her seat when he looks at her and sits back. Hopefully this'll go right. ]
[ No he does do a very good job up to the house, although he stops just outside the garage and peers in, looking above the dash but below the steering wheel, through the gap made by the two, at all the things inside the area. It's just... a lot of stuff, and he messed up out there, and.
He sits back all the way in the seat. Then looks at her. ] You should park it.
[ An amused smile, and she pulls them into the garage and neatly into a parking spot before taking the key out and hopping out. ] I'm good at not fun things, sure. I can handle those.
[ He jumps out too, sort of looking at the car like, 'yeah, I did that.' It's only a few seconds though, and then he looks at her again. ] What do you wanna do now?
I'd like to run some scans. [ What she doesn't know how to use JARVIS will help her with, she's pretty sure. ] But you won't have to sit still for them.
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The apparent trust is a little weird too. People trust him to do amazing things with machines, sure, to replicate things he shouldn't possibly understand, but they don't trust him with... things like this. Because he's seven and impulsive and doesn't listen to people whom he feels are not listening to him.
But okay, he gives it a little gas, and it's jerky, but when he turns to leave the garage, he doesn't actually hit anything. It's a clear path, and he's not going fast by any means, and he's still craning to see all the time, but he's going where he means to be. And not talking, all his attention on what he's doing. ]
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He's still Tony. Tiny and young but she doesn't think he's actually any more reckless older than he would be young, because he's pretty reckless when he's older. And if she's right there, well, it should all be good, right?
She's watching carefully, keeping her hands folded casually in her lap so that it doesn't look like she's nervous. ] There's enough driveway for you to take laps, I think.
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He still isn't saying anything, because he's focusing on driving the car, and this is fun and cool and she's awesome and he's so not going to fuck this up, okay, he loves cars and all their parts and he's just not going to. ] Really? [ So he'll get out there and then glance around a little - pretty clear. Looks like he lives in a cool house in the middle of nowhere and doesn't talk to people, so that's. Fun. But either way, he gives the car a little more gas and gets to drive a bit more. ]
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She's pretty okay with him concentrating on car driving instead of watching her, because goodness knows she's pretty concentrated on driving despite her carefully manufactured appearance to the contrary. ] Really. It's pretty long, I think it'll work. [ And leaning back in her chair, watching him explore and then get back in. ]
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Well, awesome. He'll take a little time to get comfortable, but it's only a little while before he's going a little faster, inching closer to the edge of the seat and more or less staying close to the wheel just because he's holding onto it. ]
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Hnng yes staying firmly in her seat but you can bet she's keeping a close eye on that speedometer and the relation of the car to the driveway and his body to the seat. ]
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But she seems to be telling the truth, for whatever reason, and he doesn't look in things' mouths, so he re-situates himself and starts driving much better back up toward the house. ]
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So she just nods and slides back more towards her seat when he looks at her and sits back. Hopefully this'll go right. ]
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He sits back all the way in the seat. Then looks at her. ] You should park it.
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Yeah, sure. Parking's a pain until you've done it like a hundred times.
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