[ She appreciates the trying, at least, but she doesn't know about his self-esteem issues in regards to whether he makes her happy. Not yet, at least. ]
Uh, you can actually just, stay there for the first few. Basic scans, not-basic [ wide, vague gesture to the room ] house. [ And then moving to get started on them, actually. ] You hungry or anything? Dummy loves making smoothies. Sometimes they're even edible.
Right, okay then, I'll just. [ rocking forward onto the balls of her feet for a moment before landing back on her heels. ] Stay right here. Food does sound good, yeah. I could do food.
[ Oh, well. ] You can actually, I mean, you can move around the shop, that's fine, just don't leave the room. The scanners are in here in this house. By food do you mean real food or Dummy food - [ whirling around to point at Dummy, already by the sink with the blender full of things. ] - Ah ah ah! Pause! [ Back over his shoulder at her. ] Just depends.
It's a pretty fancy house. [ Just commenting, a little confused, and then she does move after all, towards another bench, trailing her hand along it as she eyes the work on it. ] Dummy food sounds like it would be fun. At least for the risk factor.
That's one opinion. [ Back to Dummy, who's been inching towards the blender again anyway. ] Okay, but if there's oil of any kind, you're not getting any for a week. [ Back to the displays, okay awesome. Time to start some scans. ] JARVIS, basic run-down, whatever doesn't require physical samples yet.
[ Just kind of side eyeing Dummy in interest and amusement. Robots with at least some awareness, that is always cool. ] Why would he feed me oil? Is that a thing he actually does? [ And sort of glancing up and around as if halfway expecting to see things that'll indicate how the scans are working or where they're coming from. ]
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He gets a little mixed up sometimes, what's edible for us, what's vital for him, you know. [ Shrug. ] Just make sure you ask JARVIS to check whatever glass of stuff Dummy hands you before you drink it, okay?
[ If she wants to look for them, there are little lines of light occasionally from corners, very fast, she might not notice them, but if she does, it's simply because she's far more observant than most people, even so young. ]
That's kind of adorable. [ Just grinning, because it totally is. ] Okay, sure, I'll double check it. Sounds like a good plan.
[ He's built his entire house with some pretty sweet tech, and she's got to admit she's a little bit jealous. And still has questions. ] I've got my own room, don't I? That's the one I woke up in.
Oh, looks like he heard that. Yours'll be extra special now. [ Eyebrows, because exciting, let's be adventurous.
Scans, scans, all turning up .... normal. She is her, but younger, no doubt, and therefore temporally displaced. But she woke up in her bedroom, so it happened overnight. He switches from verification to looking for any strange sorts of trace energies around her. ] Yeah, probably that one. I mean, you weren't in mine when I woke up, so I figured you come in late and crashed.
From what you've said so far, I'm really not sure if that should make me excited or very worried. JARVIS, you'll look out for me, right?
[ Watching what she can understand of the scans results as she moves to a little bit behind him, hopping up on a table and considering. Half of that question had been trying to figure out what she should do however long she wound up having to stay here, the other half of it had been trying to figure out what sort of relationship older her and him had. (Still weird.) ] Is there a way for me to look through news sites? [ If she's out vigilante-ing at night, surely it'll have hit the news somewhere. ]
[ Tony smirks but continues to pay more attention to the scanning, isolating different wavelengths and working out which ones to discard and which to look into. It would be - oh, hey, that's an idea. ] JARVIS, pull up routine security sweeps starting from four am backwards at the top of the hour until you spot anything interesting. Compare to these sections here. [ Gesturing to isolate certain parts.
Also, uh. He's not... totally sure that's a great idea, although he covers by continuing to scrutinize his screens. ] Yeah, sure. [ If he pulls something up on another screen for her to use, maybe he can filter out anything with certain bits of her own history she might not need to know just yet, boolean style. ] Right over there.
[ She wants to see those results too, but she figures he'll probably show her those if anything important comes up. This other stuff she thinks she needs to look for herself. ]
Okay, thanks. [ Spoilers when it comes to computers young Max has no chance against Tony. Older Max doesn't really have a chance either, but young Max definitely has no chance. She doesn't know this yet. Grabbing a chair and sitting down at the screen as she starts with the super basic - the google search. ] So the scans didn't turn up anything?
The scans are still scanning. They're extensive scans.
[ He's using his own terminal, typing in commands to JARVIS to ensure that she doesn't actually find anything about prison, whatever Tony does actually know about her prior life enough to block. He only just now learned the name 'John', and he can't filter against the name 'John' - it's just too ubiquitous, so he's already aware she might find dirt on that, however it ended. But, she already knows it ended, she said as much.
But whatever she hasn't told him - and it's a lot - there's almost no way for him to filter on the fly without her noticing, so he hits the salient points and leaves her to it otherwise. ]
Oh man, flattering. You know, and or creepy. Not sure which yet.
[ Yeah sorry Tony, if she'd known it would come to this and he'd need it so he could try to keep her younger self from finding out shit she really doesn't need to know she might have been slightly less recalcitrant about giving him information.
Maybe. Probably not. There are chapters she's really bad at ever opening. That would extend to now, but younger her doesn't know how much she really shouldn't be opening them. She starts with basic searches on potential crime fighters in the area, hesitates, and broadens her search to - well, who else? To John. She'd like to at least know if he's dead. Casually as she can, sort of on purpose to keep him distracted from what she's searching. ]
Did you ever actually tell me your name? I can't remember your name.
[ You totally can't distract him from what you're searching, sorry. He's paying a lot of attention to it, even if, again, he's already blocked what he can, mostly, and is multi-tasking between paying attention and working on things again. ]
Tony Stark. If you google that, turn safe-search or something on first.
[ She can make a valiant effort though! A super valiant effort. And that gains him a face that's some sort of effort to say 'uhhh do I actually want to know why you said that no I don't think I do' without any words. ]
How about you just tell me the highlights or something, safe search is a pain. I'm looking up other stuff anyways.
[ He's pretty accustomed to that face, actually, he can read that one pretty easily. All it does is make him smirk - the equivalent answer of 'no you don't'. ]
Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Iron Man, not always in that order. But, those are pretty much the keywords.
[ She can roll with 'no you don't'. But. Squinting. ]
And we wound up meeting somehow? [ This incredibly dubious tone to her voice, and then she goes a little more serious as she turns back to the computer. ] You dropped all your shields for me.
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[ If she wants to look for them, there are little lines of light occasionally from corners, very fast, she might not notice them, but if she does, it's simply because she's far more observant than most people, even so young. ]
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[ He's built his entire house with some pretty sweet tech, and she's got to admit she's a little bit jealous. And still has questions. ] I've got my own room, don't I? That's the one I woke up in.
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Scans, scans, all turning up .... normal. She is her, but younger, no doubt, and therefore temporally displaced. But she woke up in her bedroom, so it happened overnight. He switches from verification to looking for any strange sorts of trace energies around her. ] Yeah, probably that one. I mean, you weren't in mine when I woke up, so I figured you come in late and crashed.
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[ Watching what she can understand of the scans results as she moves to a little bit behind him, hopping up on a table and considering. Half of that question had been trying to figure out what she should do however long she wound up having to stay here, the other half of it had been trying to figure out what sort of relationship older her and him had. (Still weird.) ] Is there a way for me to look through news sites? [ If she's out vigilante-ing at night, surely it'll have hit the news somewhere. ]
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[ Tony smirks but continues to pay more attention to the scanning, isolating different wavelengths and working out which ones to discard and which to look into. It would be - oh, hey, that's an idea. ] JARVIS, pull up routine security sweeps starting from four am backwards at the top of the hour until you spot anything interesting. Compare to these sections here. [ Gesturing to isolate certain parts.
Also, uh. He's not... totally sure that's a great idea, although he covers by continuing to scrutinize his screens. ] Yeah, sure. [ If he pulls something up on another screen for her to use, maybe he can filter out anything with certain bits of her own history she might not need to know just yet, boolean style. ] Right over there.
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Okay, thanks. [ Spoilers when it comes to computers young Max has no chance against Tony. Older Max doesn't really have a chance either, but young Max definitely has no chance. She doesn't know this yet. Grabbing a chair and sitting down at the screen as she starts with the super basic - the google search. ] So the scans didn't turn up anything?
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[ He's using his own terminal, typing in commands to JARVIS to ensure that she doesn't actually find anything about prison, whatever Tony does actually know about her prior life enough to block. He only just now learned the name 'John', and he can't filter against the name 'John' - it's just too ubiquitous, so he's already aware she might find dirt on that, however it ended. But, she already knows it ended, she said as much.
But whatever she hasn't told him - and it's a lot - there's almost no way for him to filter on the fly without her noticing, so he hits the salient points and leaves her to it otherwise. ]
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[ Yeah sorry Tony, if she'd known it would come to this and he'd need it so he could try to keep her younger self from finding out shit she really doesn't need to know she might have been slightly less recalcitrant about giving him information.
Maybe. Probably not. There are chapters she's really bad at ever opening. That would extend to now, but younger her doesn't know how much she really shouldn't be opening them. She starts with basic searches on potential crime fighters in the area, hesitates, and broadens her search to - well, who else? To John. She'd like to at least know if he's dead. Casually as she can, sort of on purpose to keep him distracted from what she's searching. ]
Did you ever actually tell me your name? I can't remember your name.
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Tony Stark. If you google that, turn safe-search or something on first.
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How about you just tell me the highlights or something, safe search is a pain. I'm looking up other stuff anyways.
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Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, Iron Man, not always in that order. But, those are pretty much the keywords.
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And we wound up meeting somehow? [ This incredibly dubious tone to her voice, and then she goes a little more serious as she turns back to the computer. ] You dropped all your shields for me.