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om_mainIt could have been much worse. No, really.
Noriko was done with breakfast and drinking the last of her coffee, frowning down at her right gauntlet, mug in her left hand. She was pretty sure it had been damaged during the fight, because when she folded her fingers just so - something jammed in it. She wasn't sure if it would affect its primary function - the regulation of her input/output - but it was a pain anyway, and since she was here...
"JARVIS," she called out, hoping that she was right to think that he was listening, and she wasn't actually talking to thin air. "Is Tony in?"
"He is," JARVIS returned after a second or so, his slightly chilly tone coming from nowhere easily pinpoint-able.
"Is he up for visitors?" Noriko asked, then figured she'd better be specific; she wasn't sure how JARVIS did with things that weren't clearly spelled out. "By which I mean me."
"I will inquire," the AI said in that same distant-but-polite voice.
Thing was, Tony was currently in the workshop dealing with a bag of blood-soaked clothing. And even if he'd been willing to let a vague acquaintance down into his space -- which he wasn't at the best of times -- Noriko wasn't exactly high on his list of favorite people at the moment.
But. If he ignored her, it would be a whole thing, and then Coulson would get tetchy. Tony was partially tempted just to do it anyway, but if she wanted his attention that badly, fine. She could have it. "Tell her ten minutes and then send her upstairs," he growled at JARVIS, leaving Dummy to guard the smoking remains with his favorite fire extinguisher. "I need to wash my hands."
"Of course, sir," JARVIS said mildly as he relayed the first part.
"Thanks," Noriko mechanically replied, then wondered if an AI even cared for thank-you's, and figured that whatever. She went and grabbed her shoes, then checked herself in the mirror. Not out of vanity so much as a desire to make sure that she had gotten it all off, even though she'd taken two showers since. She figured she'd probably keep checking for a while. She pushed her hair out of her face, wondered briefly if she should be looking different, then forced herself to keep on ignoring the emotional whiplash she'd been getting since yesterday. She didn't know Tony anywhere near well enough to let any of that show.
Ten minutes later, she was in the elevator, and heading up.
In an odd mirror to Coulson's little visit, Tony found himself waiting right in front of the elevator with his arms folded. He might have also been wearing the exact same unimpressed expression, though he wasn't about to check. "Can I help you?"
It didn't take a genius to interpret that combination of body language, facial expression and tone of voice. Noriko stopped right out of the elevator, eyebrows raising and jaw setting. "'Will you', more like," she wryly, and somehow warily replied, lifting the slightly defective gauntlet in her hand. She couldn't exactly blame him for being pissed at her, anyway, since she figured Philip had told him what happened.
"Well that depends," Tony said with a kind of silky viciousness. "Will you be using it to run head first into another blindingly obvious trap like a moron?"
"I'll use it not to inadvertently fry people," Noriko replied, as wryly as it got. Whatever he might think of what had happened yesterday - which was, clearly, a gross over-simplification of the actual events - keeping people safe from her mutation seemed like the right freaking move.
"Yeah, 'cause you've been doing a bang up job of keeping people safe so far." But despite the hard look Tony was giving her, he held out one hand.
"Way to confuse issues," Noriko retorted, but gave him the gauntlet all the same. He might be an asshole (whether she deserved it or not was a whole other issue), but she trusted him to do a good job with the gauntlet, or she wouldn't even be here.
"No, I think that's the same issue, unless the pile of bloody cloth in my basement was caused by stigmata," Tony said, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes an s he took the gauntlet. He could already see where a few things had shorted, but all he did was hold it lightly for the moment. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"It wasn't caused by a gauntlet malfunction," Noriko replied shortly. Seriously not the same issue. If she had directly, electrically caused what had happened to Philip - well, it would be a different kind of reeling she'd be doing right then. So yeah, she was ignoring his question in favor of making her freaking point.
Tony just gave a derisive snort, but didn't bother to push the point. Either she'd get it or she wouldn't. He didn't intend to forget about it, though. "I'll repeat. Was there something else?"
Noriko rolled her eyes, then glared at Tony. "How long?" She'd get out of his hair until it was done. And get Kitty to double-check his work once she got back to the school.
"Depends on what you did to it." And how long it took her to get out of his space so he could head to his work space.
"Fine, whatever," Noriko snapped, and called up the elevator again. "I'll be in Philip's apartment." Trying not to climb the walls. Or want pills too much.
"I wouldn't wander, if I were you," Tony called after her. "The guy opening the doors isn't in the best mood."
Noriko clenched her jaw and forced herself not to say exactly what she was dying to say as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. Her fists were clenched and she was glaring, but Stark was fixing up her gauntlet, and he was Philip's friend. "I'll keep that in mind," she finally managed, as neutrally as she could pull off right now.
It wasn't anywhere near neutral.
Noriko was done with breakfast and drinking the last of her coffee, frowning down at her right gauntlet, mug in her left hand. She was pretty sure it had been damaged during the fight, because when she folded her fingers just so - something jammed in it. She wasn't sure if it would affect its primary function - the regulation of her input/output - but it was a pain anyway, and since she was here...
"JARVIS," she called out, hoping that she was right to think that he was listening, and she wasn't actually talking to thin air. "Is Tony in?"
"He is," JARVIS returned after a second or so, his slightly chilly tone coming from nowhere easily pinpoint-able.
"Is he up for visitors?" Noriko asked, then figured she'd better be specific; she wasn't sure how JARVIS did with things that weren't clearly spelled out. "By which I mean me."
"I will inquire," the AI said in that same distant-but-polite voice.
Thing was, Tony was currently in the workshop dealing with a bag of blood-soaked clothing. And even if he'd been willing to let a vague acquaintance down into his space -- which he wasn't at the best of times -- Noriko wasn't exactly high on his list of favorite people at the moment.
But. If he ignored her, it would be a whole thing, and then Coulson would get tetchy. Tony was partially tempted just to do it anyway, but if she wanted his attention that badly, fine. She could have it. "Tell her ten minutes and then send her upstairs," he growled at JARVIS, leaving Dummy to guard the smoking remains with his favorite fire extinguisher. "I need to wash my hands."
"Of course, sir," JARVIS said mildly as he relayed the first part.
"Thanks," Noriko mechanically replied, then wondered if an AI even cared for thank-you's, and figured that whatever. She went and grabbed her shoes, then checked herself in the mirror. Not out of vanity so much as a desire to make sure that she had gotten it all off, even though she'd taken two showers since. She figured she'd probably keep checking for a while. She pushed her hair out of her face, wondered briefly if she should be looking different, then forced herself to keep on ignoring the emotional whiplash she'd been getting since yesterday. She didn't know Tony anywhere near well enough to let any of that show.
Ten minutes later, she was in the elevator, and heading up.
In an odd mirror to Coulson's little visit, Tony found himself waiting right in front of the elevator with his arms folded. He might have also been wearing the exact same unimpressed expression, though he wasn't about to check. "Can I help you?"
It didn't take a genius to interpret that combination of body language, facial expression and tone of voice. Noriko stopped right out of the elevator, eyebrows raising and jaw setting. "'Will you', more like," she wryly, and somehow warily replied, lifting the slightly defective gauntlet in her hand. She couldn't exactly blame him for being pissed at her, anyway, since she figured Philip had told him what happened.
"Well that depends," Tony said with a kind of silky viciousness. "Will you be using it to run head first into another blindingly obvious trap like a moron?"
"I'll use it not to inadvertently fry people," Noriko replied, as wryly as it got. Whatever he might think of what had happened yesterday - which was, clearly, a gross over-simplification of the actual events - keeping people safe from her mutation seemed like the right freaking move.
"Yeah, 'cause you've been doing a bang up job of keeping people safe so far." But despite the hard look Tony was giving her, he held out one hand.
"Way to confuse issues," Noriko retorted, but gave him the gauntlet all the same. He might be an asshole (whether she deserved it or not was a whole other issue), but she trusted him to do a good job with the gauntlet, or she wouldn't even be here.
"No, I think that's the same issue, unless the pile of bloody cloth in my basement was caused by stigmata," Tony said, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes an s he took the gauntlet. He could already see where a few things had shorted, but all he did was hold it lightly for the moment. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"It wasn't caused by a gauntlet malfunction," Noriko replied shortly. Seriously not the same issue. If she had directly, electrically caused what had happened to Philip - well, it would be a different kind of reeling she'd be doing right then. So yeah, she was ignoring his question in favor of making her freaking point.
Tony just gave a derisive snort, but didn't bother to push the point. Either she'd get it or she wouldn't. He didn't intend to forget about it, though. "I'll repeat. Was there something else?"
Noriko rolled her eyes, then glared at Tony. "How long?" She'd get out of his hair until it was done. And get Kitty to double-check his work once she got back to the school.
"Depends on what you did to it." And how long it took her to get out of his space so he could head to his work space.
"Fine, whatever," Noriko snapped, and called up the elevator again. "I'll be in Philip's apartment." Trying not to climb the walls. Or want pills too much.
"I wouldn't wander, if I were you," Tony called after her. "The guy opening the doors isn't in the best mood."
Noriko clenched her jaw and forced herself not to say exactly what she was dying to say as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside. Her fists were clenched and she was glaring, but Stark was fixing up her gauntlet, and he was Philip's friend. "I'll keep that in mind," she finally managed, as neutrally as she could pull off right now.
It wasn't anywhere near neutral.
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Date: 2014-09-03 02:06 pm (UTC)