#and suddenly you devote an entire afternoon's worth of your life to developing a means to keep her out

[feleshero]

Scratching. Scratching. S C R A T C H I N G at the door that's keeping her away from what she wants. It's in there, she knows its in there, the fact that he was keeping HER from getting it was... honestly? Absurd.

The Vanir claws she wore retracted back into the grooves of her gloves, Uru(? Could've been Nth Metal for all she knew) materials dispersing along the shadows of her costume, bringing back glints of silver & moonlight to her aesthetic as the door opens.

Unsealed.

Needed better security, Stark. If your defense protocols didn't account for a young woman with a lot of gumption, a pair of a goddess' magical gloves, (a surprisingly useful security clearance from one Senior Vice President of Stark Industries) and a can-do attitude, then were they 'defense' protocols, or just hot air being passed around as 'state of the ar-'

❝ Oh. ❞

Doors open to reveal not just the vault of wonders she'd sought after... but also - Damn.

The silence that filled the air couldn't have lasted more than six seconds. A single turn of the wheel, leaving Felicia hovering on the threshold. She could see everything behind him, the toys, the tech, the fun - But, and this sucks to hear, BUT! The second she took her eyes off of him to even take inventory?

CLANK.

“Go. Away.”

Pivoting her weight from her leading foot to her trailing one, Felicia tapped her gauntlet to the pad that controlled the door's controls, cycling the airlock and sealing the door up in front of her.

Stood there, on the other side. Silent. Watching him. Watching... W a t c h -

[ SECURITY ALERT. NUISANCE SPOTTED IN SUB-BASEMENT. NUISANCE IDENTIFIED. UNPACKING SPRAY BOTTLE PROTOCOL. ]

WHA-!?

❝ NOT COOL, TON - ! ❞ Sealed.

Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey. ft. @overclocks

#overclocks #ᴅᴏᴇs ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴄᴀɴ; verse hoppin'. #out of kayfabe: thank you for sending this in I was so sure I was typing at the void again #in kayfabe: typical iron fuckery. get finessed one (several*) time(s*) by a young woman just having a hobby #and suddenly you devote an entire afternoon's worth of your life to developing a means to keep her out #THIS. This is why they're not friends. Because of YOUR actions Tony. (kicking Iron Cat under the covers so you can't see it)