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Tony, Kitty and Philip, 10/29
Philip pays a visit to The House of Engineering while everyone is in residence. In which there is bragging, sarcasm, robots and a surprisingly pleasant time had by all.
It was with no small amount of trepidation that Philip finally made his way down to Stark's lab space. It wasn't that he was actually responsible for him, or at least, not in any sort of official way that required Philip to check up on things, but he couldn't help himself. Tony had been his responsibility once and that made it hard to let go.
Although, Philip had heard that the lab space was shared and he thought the other occupant really ought to be briefed on how to keep all their limbs intact while sharing space with Tony Stark. And so, he made his way down, finding the door without too much trouble and knocking briskly.
With her head underneath the workbench and one hand precariously phased through into the electronic keyboard above, Kitty knew there was no way she could actually get up and answer the door. Not like she should have needed to, since Tony was just over there...but then again, it was Tony and he probably hadn't even heard anything.
"Come in!" she called, as loud as she could over the power tool in her other hand.
Female voice, either not Stark or something very odd had happened, Philip wasn't sure which. What he did know was, it was decidedly more difficult to get him out of a place once he was in it, so in the lab he was going to go. Philip nudged the door open, looking in warily before entering. It seemed harmless enough, for the moment...
"Hello?" he called out. "I was looking for Tony Stark."
"C-3PO!" Tony called out brightly from where he was curled mostly under the desk. "Welcome to my lair. Have you come to yell at me again, because I haven't done anything. Probably. I'm pretty sure. Anyway, meet my new minion." One hand appeared to wave in Kitty's general direction.
"And by minion, he means 'complete equal in all things besides acting as a human light bulb,'" Kitty corrected, stopping the screwdriver and peeking out from under the bench at the newcomer. She recognized him immediately (small school) and beamed over at him. "You're Philip; we've got math and history together. Don't mind Tony. He's ecstatic about his latest breakthrough."
"I'm well acquainted with Stark's enthusiasm," Philip said dryly, ignoring the kid in question for the moment. "Though I'm glad to see they paired him up with someone who isn't blown away by his..." he waved a hand in Tony's general direction, likely indicating 'Tony-ness". "And yes, I'm Philip, you're Kitty, right?"
He did look over toward Tony then with a sigh. "Why is it that a 'probably' out of you is automatically more alarming than it should be?"
"Well I don't know what you're accusing me of, do I?" Was the mostly-reasonable answer. "Need to cover my bases. And you are not allowed to inform the minion of all my bad points, I'm enjoying the awe."
"Not a minion!" Kitty protested, but with little heat behind it. After only a few days around Tony Stark, she'd figured out pretty quickly not to bother trying to change him at all. Slowly and carefully, she phased her hand out of the workbench and slid out from under it. "I guess you two have met."
"And if I wait long enough, you'll admit to whatever it is on your own." Philip said mildly. "And I don't need to tell her anything, she'll figure it out herself." He turned to Kitty and gave her a faint smile. "You could say that. I had to babysit him years ago, it was a horrifying experience."
"He's still bitter that his mom likes me better," Tony added, still buried under the table himself.
The young girl rolled her eyes, but grinned at Philip. "Yeah, I'm Kitty."
Philip flicked another look at Kitty before editing what he was going to say. Normal moms didn't use billionaire brats as object lessons. Besides, she had taken this... weird liking to Tony. He didn't get it. "I don't get bitter, Tony. I just remember how much trouble you were in constantly. And hello, Kitty, I'm Philip. It looks like you're settling in here well?"
Tony grumbled something most unintelligible, only partially because he'd stuck a pencil between his teeth, but subsided to let them chat for a moment. Clearly that was something he was going to have to keep an eye on. Philip was not allowed to recruit spies, especially not ones he'd have to work with most days.
"Yeah, well. It was either settle in, or put on an oversized pair of goggles, dye my hair yellow, and walk around singing 'bee-do-bee-do-bee-do' all the time," Kitty shrugged, her eyes dancing. "Besides, at my last school, I was peer-pressured to be less smart. It's a refreshing change to have to work to keep up with Tony."
"I don't really think you're short enough to pull off the look," Philip said with a straight face. "And I'm glad you're feeling challenged. Being forced to be something you're not, nothing good comes out of that in the long run. Just be careful that Tony doesn't talk you into anything that might explode.
"Why does everyone keep harping on the explosions?" Tony muttered plaintively to the underside of his desk, never mind who tended to bring up his own swath of destruction most often. "You spend most of your time making amazing, awe inspiring pieces of work and the only things people want to talk about are the bits that go boom." He added a deeply melodramatic sigh to the end.
"Actually, I think I pointed out the fact that you named your robot 'Dummy'," Kitty pointed out, bending at the waist to peer under the desk, her ponytail flipping over her head. "I said nothing about explosions!"
"The parts that go boom are also the parts that often involve fire, Stark," Philip pointed out. "And you have this uncanny ability to charm people into forgetting about those parts. The prospect is frequently alarming."
"Don't--" But Dummy was already wandering over, summoned by his name. Tony just sighed and slid out from under the desk as the wheels squeaked closer, trying to head him off before he investigated Philip too closely. "C'mere, useless," he snorted, gesturing as he climbed to his feet.
"And don't be jealous because I'm charming," he added almost as an afterthought.
"I'm not-" Kitty started, then grinned in understanding. She pointed at Philip. "Oh, you mean him. Well, to be fair, charming people into forgetting about failed experiments is a pretty cool power."
Sure, she knew that Tony never actually failed at anything, but it was fun to try to get a shot in when he wasn't looking.
"His problem is, he never knows what to do when someone's immune to the charm." Though so far Kitty seemed fairly resistant, that went a long way to reassure Philip. As long as someone was there to put their foot down and say, that's insane, he felt a little more confident in Stark's safety. Not that he was responsible for Tony anymore, beyond his responsibilities to the entire school but he supposed you never really forgot your first assignment. And it really would be depressing if Stark managed to blow himself up.
"Such slander," Tony sighed mournfully at Dummy, who seemed impressively uninterested. With a snort, he just patted the robot lightly and sent it off to go make more of a mess in the corner. "The explosions are impressive, I grant you, but unusual."
He paused for just a minute. "And I made a fire extinguisher add-on for His Ridiculousness over there, just in case," he added, jerking a thumb in Dummy's direction.
Kitty gave a nod. "And I did like the Professor asked and put smoke and CO2 detectors up all around the lab."
"It's not slander if it's true, Tony. Unless something has changed, you also get focused to the point of hazard when you're in the throes of creating. I'm just happy to know you'll have someone to help you avoid immolation if you do." And Philip was concerned. There were a lot of dangerous things down there, the what ifs could be horrifying.
"And yet somehow I've managed to stay non-immolated all these years on my own," Tony said with the kind of overbearing cheerfulness that meant he was starting to get annoyed. "Whod've thunk."
Meanwhile, Kitty thought she might be starting to develop a small case of whiplash from the verbal sparring. Sure, Tony had his moments, but she'd never actually experienced his contrariness to this degree before. Whoa. Philip was like, something special, alright! "So, uhm," she cut in suddenly, her voice bright and distracting.
"Have you seen Tony's latest work in holograms, Philip?"
"No, actually, I haven't," Philip said, quite willing to go along with the distraction. He and Tony had their frictions, he knew that, he just was still learning where all the edges were. At least he'd recognized that they were getting close that time.
Tony gave them both a look -- subtle, they were not -- but allowed the shift on the grounds that it was better than the alternative. Not that he wasn't still on the edge of being angry. "And do you have any interest in holograms, Philip?"
"Of course," Philip said easily. "Depending on what kind you mean. I'd like to see a greater variation in the environments in the Gym for starters. They are very good right now, but there's always room for improvement."
"I've been trying to convince him to enhance my phone display," Kitty agreed enthusiastically.
"Working on that," Tony said, pointing a finger in Kitty's direction, though most of his attention had gone straight to his computer the moment Philip had given an agreement. They wanted to see work? He'd give them work.
A few keystrokes and he brought up the basic green wireframe that filled the room, passing through anything that tried it interrupt it. Like two other bodies, for instance.
Philip did not startle at the sudden projections, or so he insisted to himself. Still, that it worked around the other people so easily, even at the most basic mode in a student lab... interesting. He waited politely though for whatever Tony would come up with next.
Meanwhile, Kitty bit her lip and tried not to look too excited. Of course, she'd seen it before, but everytime she saw Tony's interface, she couldn't help but get excited butterflies in her stomach. "Show him the interactive UI!"
"Why, don't think he's impressed yet?" Tony spun back around in his chair with a faint smirk, but reached out to grab a couple of the frame's corners and tug until he'd formed something approximating a beach ball. "Here," he said, tossing it in Philip's direction, "go nuts. Just don't tease Dummy, he gets cranky when you play keepaway."
Philip's hand shot up out of reflex, even though his brain knew that he wasn't being handed anything at all. The construct 'stuck' to his hand though as he curled his fingers in a little, following as he moved his hand. And yes, he certainly was impressed. "What happens if I'd close my fingers too hard?"
"It'll turn into a little ball of trash," Kitty piped up, walking in a circle around Philip. "Tony's cute idea of how to handle the deletion of unsatisfactory ideas."
A few more taps on the keyboard -- done without looking, considering Tony couldn't be bothered to turn back around -- produced a fair-sized target high up on the far wall. "How's your aim?"
"With something with weight to it, pretty good," Philip said as he regarded the glowy thing in his hand. He'd been playing with it a little, squeezing here and there lightly, watching how it deformed. With something like this, no idea?"
"All you have to do is calculate for force and distance without bothering with mass or acceleration," Kitty reminded him.
He'd been mostly watching Philip, but Tony couldn't help but toss a snicker in Kitty's direction on the tail end of her sage advice. God, he loved being able to roll with other tiny nerds.
"Here," he said instead, balling up his own piece into something that looked vaguely like crumpled paper, because never let it be said that Tony didn't amuse himself. He even shot it like a basketball, because why not, and left his arms up in victory as it sailed through the ring just outside the bullseye with a cheerful ping.
Philip frowned as he watched, though it was definitely not directed at either Tony or Kitty. He moved his hand back and forth a little more before shrugging and miming Tony's tossing motion. And... missed spectacularly, overshooting the target entirely.
From somewhere in Kitty's back pocket something sniggered. Kitty herself bit her lip and attempted to look innocent. She hadn't exactly asked Tony if she could network Lockheed into his systems, but clearly, her AI dragon had been able to 'see' what was going on.
He'd been willing to let Philip's spectacular failure go -- what, he could be nice, once and a while -- but the noise did earn a knowing look leveled in Kitty's direction. "Commentary from the peanut gallery?" Tony asked dryly.
"I did mention about the weight..." Philip muttered. "Should it worry me that her pockets are laughing?"
"Oh hey, Tony," Kitty attempted, with an innocent, beaming little smile. "I forgot to tell you that I networked Lockheed into your system."
"Her dragon thing," Tony said by way of explanation to Philip before turning back to point a finger in Kitty's vague direction. "As long as he plays nice, he can stay."
"Her... dragon thing?" Philip said with a raised eyebrow. "What exactly is a 'dragonthing'?"
Kitty pulled her phone out of her back pocket, holding up the screen for Philip to see the curious animation peering back at him with large, wide eyes. "Roo," the dragon greeted him pleasantly.
"His name is Lockheed," Kitty told Tony pointedly.
"AI," Tony added, ignoring Kitty's comment. "Pretty good one too, as they go. Sort of like SIRI on steroids meets Puff the Magic Dragon." He leaned back. "We'll see how he does with the new system, once it's running."
"And the animation is responsive?" Philip asked as he leaned down to take a look. It said something about his life these days that the persistent feeling that it was actually looking at him was not the weirdest thing that had happened today.
Smoke puffed out of the dragon's nostrils as he snorted in derision, remarking, "Fsss."
Then, clearly mocking him, a YouTube clip of a basketball player spectacularly missing the basket was played on the phone's screen.
Kitty hiccuped a laugh, then bit her lip down on it, admonishing, "Lockheed! Be nice. He just wants to know more about you."
Tony didn't even bother to cover his snicker. "Always be polite to technology, Agent K," he said in a kind of sing-song. "Especially when the machines rise."
"That is extremely impressive, Kitty," Though it didn't stop the narrowed look he gave the phone, one that was remarkably similar to the one he gave Tony frequently. He was surrounded by smart-assery....
"He, uhm, has been feeling pretty good about himself lately," Kitty attempted to soothe, and gave her phone a look before stuffing it back in her pocket. "I'm hoping that Tony can apply some of his tech to him so Lockheed can be more 3D than 2D."
"I'm working on it," Tony added with an absent shrug. "Thus all the holographic practice. Good step up from the projected smartphone interfaces et cetera."
"I look forward to seeing it then," Philip said as he smiled over at Kitty. And he was decidedly less worried about the situation now, Kitty seemed like she could handle Stark-wrangling well enough.
Kitty just beamed and looked at Tony. "I like him. I approve of this bromance."
It was with no small amount of trepidation that Philip finally made his way down to Stark's lab space. It wasn't that he was actually responsible for him, or at least, not in any sort of official way that required Philip to check up on things, but he couldn't help himself. Tony had been his responsibility once and that made it hard to let go.
Although, Philip had heard that the lab space was shared and he thought the other occupant really ought to be briefed on how to keep all their limbs intact while sharing space with Tony Stark. And so, he made his way down, finding the door without too much trouble and knocking briskly.
With her head underneath the workbench and one hand precariously phased through into the electronic keyboard above, Kitty knew there was no way she could actually get up and answer the door. Not like she should have needed to, since Tony was just over there...but then again, it was Tony and he probably hadn't even heard anything.
"Come in!" she called, as loud as she could over the power tool in her other hand.
Female voice, either not Stark or something very odd had happened, Philip wasn't sure which. What he did know was, it was decidedly more difficult to get him out of a place once he was in it, so in the lab he was going to go. Philip nudged the door open, looking in warily before entering. It seemed harmless enough, for the moment...
"Hello?" he called out. "I was looking for Tony Stark."
"C-3PO!" Tony called out brightly from where he was curled mostly under the desk. "Welcome to my lair. Have you come to yell at me again, because I haven't done anything. Probably. I'm pretty sure. Anyway, meet my new minion." One hand appeared to wave in Kitty's general direction.
"And by minion, he means 'complete equal in all things besides acting as a human light bulb,'" Kitty corrected, stopping the screwdriver and peeking out from under the bench at the newcomer. She recognized him immediately (small school) and beamed over at him. "You're Philip; we've got math and history together. Don't mind Tony. He's ecstatic about his latest breakthrough."
"I'm well acquainted with Stark's enthusiasm," Philip said dryly, ignoring the kid in question for the moment. "Though I'm glad to see they paired him up with someone who isn't blown away by his..." he waved a hand in Tony's general direction, likely indicating 'Tony-ness". "And yes, I'm Philip, you're Kitty, right?"
He did look over toward Tony then with a sigh. "Why is it that a 'probably' out of you is automatically more alarming than it should be?"
"Well I don't know what you're accusing me of, do I?" Was the mostly-reasonable answer. "Need to cover my bases. And you are not allowed to inform the minion of all my bad points, I'm enjoying the awe."
"Not a minion!" Kitty protested, but with little heat behind it. After only a few days around Tony Stark, she'd figured out pretty quickly not to bother trying to change him at all. Slowly and carefully, she phased her hand out of the workbench and slid out from under it. "I guess you two have met."
"And if I wait long enough, you'll admit to whatever it is on your own." Philip said mildly. "And I don't need to tell her anything, she'll figure it out herself." He turned to Kitty and gave her a faint smile. "You could say that. I had to babysit him years ago, it was a horrifying experience."
"He's still bitter that his mom likes me better," Tony added, still buried under the table himself.
The young girl rolled her eyes, but grinned at Philip. "Yeah, I'm Kitty."
Philip flicked another look at Kitty before editing what he was going to say. Normal moms didn't use billionaire brats as object lessons. Besides, she had taken this... weird liking to Tony. He didn't get it. "I don't get bitter, Tony. I just remember how much trouble you were in constantly. And hello, Kitty, I'm Philip. It looks like you're settling in here well?"
Tony grumbled something most unintelligible, only partially because he'd stuck a pencil between his teeth, but subsided to let them chat for a moment. Clearly that was something he was going to have to keep an eye on. Philip was not allowed to recruit spies, especially not ones he'd have to work with most days.
"Yeah, well. It was either settle in, or put on an oversized pair of goggles, dye my hair yellow, and walk around singing 'bee-do-bee-do-bee-do' all the time," Kitty shrugged, her eyes dancing. "Besides, at my last school, I was peer-pressured to be less smart. It's a refreshing change to have to work to keep up with Tony."
"I don't really think you're short enough to pull off the look," Philip said with a straight face. "And I'm glad you're feeling challenged. Being forced to be something you're not, nothing good comes out of that in the long run. Just be careful that Tony doesn't talk you into anything that might explode.
"Why does everyone keep harping on the explosions?" Tony muttered plaintively to the underside of his desk, never mind who tended to bring up his own swath of destruction most often. "You spend most of your time making amazing, awe inspiring pieces of work and the only things people want to talk about are the bits that go boom." He added a deeply melodramatic sigh to the end.
"Actually, I think I pointed out the fact that you named your robot 'Dummy'," Kitty pointed out, bending at the waist to peer under the desk, her ponytail flipping over her head. "I said nothing about explosions!"
"The parts that go boom are also the parts that often involve fire, Stark," Philip pointed out. "And you have this uncanny ability to charm people into forgetting about those parts. The prospect is frequently alarming."
"Don't--" But Dummy was already wandering over, summoned by his name. Tony just sighed and slid out from under the desk as the wheels squeaked closer, trying to head him off before he investigated Philip too closely. "C'mere, useless," he snorted, gesturing as he climbed to his feet.
"And don't be jealous because I'm charming," he added almost as an afterthought.
"I'm not-" Kitty started, then grinned in understanding. She pointed at Philip. "Oh, you mean him. Well, to be fair, charming people into forgetting about failed experiments is a pretty cool power."
Sure, she knew that Tony never actually failed at anything, but it was fun to try to get a shot in when he wasn't looking.
"His problem is, he never knows what to do when someone's immune to the charm." Though so far Kitty seemed fairly resistant, that went a long way to reassure Philip. As long as someone was there to put their foot down and say, that's insane, he felt a little more confident in Stark's safety. Not that he was responsible for Tony anymore, beyond his responsibilities to the entire school but he supposed you never really forgot your first assignment. And it really would be depressing if Stark managed to blow himself up.
"Such slander," Tony sighed mournfully at Dummy, who seemed impressively uninterested. With a snort, he just patted the robot lightly and sent it off to go make more of a mess in the corner. "The explosions are impressive, I grant you, but unusual."
He paused for just a minute. "And I made a fire extinguisher add-on for His Ridiculousness over there, just in case," he added, jerking a thumb in Dummy's direction.
Kitty gave a nod. "And I did like the Professor asked and put smoke and CO2 detectors up all around the lab."
"It's not slander if it's true, Tony. Unless something has changed, you also get focused to the point of hazard when you're in the throes of creating. I'm just happy to know you'll have someone to help you avoid immolation if you do." And Philip was concerned. There were a lot of dangerous things down there, the what ifs could be horrifying.
"And yet somehow I've managed to stay non-immolated all these years on my own," Tony said with the kind of overbearing cheerfulness that meant he was starting to get annoyed. "Whod've thunk."
Meanwhile, Kitty thought she might be starting to develop a small case of whiplash from the verbal sparring. Sure, Tony had his moments, but she'd never actually experienced his contrariness to this degree before. Whoa. Philip was like, something special, alright! "So, uhm," she cut in suddenly, her voice bright and distracting.
"Have you seen Tony's latest work in holograms, Philip?"
"No, actually, I haven't," Philip said, quite willing to go along with the distraction. He and Tony had their frictions, he knew that, he just was still learning where all the edges were. At least he'd recognized that they were getting close that time.
Tony gave them both a look -- subtle, they were not -- but allowed the shift on the grounds that it was better than the alternative. Not that he wasn't still on the edge of being angry. "And do you have any interest in holograms, Philip?"
"Of course," Philip said easily. "Depending on what kind you mean. I'd like to see a greater variation in the environments in the Gym for starters. They are very good right now, but there's always room for improvement."
"I've been trying to convince him to enhance my phone display," Kitty agreed enthusiastically.
"Working on that," Tony said, pointing a finger in Kitty's direction, though most of his attention had gone straight to his computer the moment Philip had given an agreement. They wanted to see work? He'd give them work.
A few keystrokes and he brought up the basic green wireframe that filled the room, passing through anything that tried it interrupt it. Like two other bodies, for instance.
Philip did not startle at the sudden projections, or so he insisted to himself. Still, that it worked around the other people so easily, even at the most basic mode in a student lab... interesting. He waited politely though for whatever Tony would come up with next.
Meanwhile, Kitty bit her lip and tried not to look too excited. Of course, she'd seen it before, but everytime she saw Tony's interface, she couldn't help but get excited butterflies in her stomach. "Show him the interactive UI!"
"Why, don't think he's impressed yet?" Tony spun back around in his chair with a faint smirk, but reached out to grab a couple of the frame's corners and tug until he'd formed something approximating a beach ball. "Here," he said, tossing it in Philip's direction, "go nuts. Just don't tease Dummy, he gets cranky when you play keepaway."
Philip's hand shot up out of reflex, even though his brain knew that he wasn't being handed anything at all. The construct 'stuck' to his hand though as he curled his fingers in a little, following as he moved his hand. And yes, he certainly was impressed. "What happens if I'd close my fingers too hard?"
"It'll turn into a little ball of trash," Kitty piped up, walking in a circle around Philip. "Tony's cute idea of how to handle the deletion of unsatisfactory ideas."
A few more taps on the keyboard -- done without looking, considering Tony couldn't be bothered to turn back around -- produced a fair-sized target high up on the far wall. "How's your aim?"
"With something with weight to it, pretty good," Philip said as he regarded the glowy thing in his hand. He'd been playing with it a little, squeezing here and there lightly, watching how it deformed. With something like this, no idea?"
"All you have to do is calculate for force and distance without bothering with mass or acceleration," Kitty reminded him.
He'd been mostly watching Philip, but Tony couldn't help but toss a snicker in Kitty's direction on the tail end of her sage advice. God, he loved being able to roll with other tiny nerds.
"Here," he said instead, balling up his own piece into something that looked vaguely like crumpled paper, because never let it be said that Tony didn't amuse himself. He even shot it like a basketball, because why not, and left his arms up in victory as it sailed through the ring just outside the bullseye with a cheerful ping.
Philip frowned as he watched, though it was definitely not directed at either Tony or Kitty. He moved his hand back and forth a little more before shrugging and miming Tony's tossing motion. And... missed spectacularly, overshooting the target entirely.
From somewhere in Kitty's back pocket something sniggered. Kitty herself bit her lip and attempted to look innocent. She hadn't exactly asked Tony if she could network Lockheed into his systems, but clearly, her AI dragon had been able to 'see' what was going on.
He'd been willing to let Philip's spectacular failure go -- what, he could be nice, once and a while -- but the noise did earn a knowing look leveled in Kitty's direction. "Commentary from the peanut gallery?" Tony asked dryly.
"I did mention about the weight..." Philip muttered. "Should it worry me that her pockets are laughing?"
"Oh hey, Tony," Kitty attempted, with an innocent, beaming little smile. "I forgot to tell you that I networked Lockheed into your system."
"Her dragon thing," Tony said by way of explanation to Philip before turning back to point a finger in Kitty's vague direction. "As long as he plays nice, he can stay."
"Her... dragon thing?" Philip said with a raised eyebrow. "What exactly is a 'dragonthing'?"
Kitty pulled her phone out of her back pocket, holding up the screen for Philip to see the curious animation peering back at him with large, wide eyes. "Roo," the dragon greeted him pleasantly.
"His name is Lockheed," Kitty told Tony pointedly.
"AI," Tony added, ignoring Kitty's comment. "Pretty good one too, as they go. Sort of like SIRI on steroids meets Puff the Magic Dragon." He leaned back. "We'll see how he does with the new system, once it's running."
"And the animation is responsive?" Philip asked as he leaned down to take a look. It said something about his life these days that the persistent feeling that it was actually looking at him was not the weirdest thing that had happened today.
Smoke puffed out of the dragon's nostrils as he snorted in derision, remarking, "Fsss."
Then, clearly mocking him, a YouTube clip of a basketball player spectacularly missing the basket was played on the phone's screen.
Kitty hiccuped a laugh, then bit her lip down on it, admonishing, "Lockheed! Be nice. He just wants to know more about you."
Tony didn't even bother to cover his snicker. "Always be polite to technology, Agent K," he said in a kind of sing-song. "Especially when the machines rise."
"That is extremely impressive, Kitty," Though it didn't stop the narrowed look he gave the phone, one that was remarkably similar to the one he gave Tony frequently. He was surrounded by smart-assery....
"He, uhm, has been feeling pretty good about himself lately," Kitty attempted to soothe, and gave her phone a look before stuffing it back in her pocket. "I'm hoping that Tony can apply some of his tech to him so Lockheed can be more 3D than 2D."
"I'm working on it," Tony added with an absent shrug. "Thus all the holographic practice. Good step up from the projected smartphone interfaces et cetera."
"I look forward to seeing it then," Philip said as he smiled over at Kitty. And he was decidedly less worried about the situation now, Kitty seemed like she could handle Stark-wrangling well enough.
Kitty just beamed and looked at Tony. "I like him. I approve of this bromance."
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Kgukgjhhj Lockheed tho <33333 guys the tiny nerds make my heart sing.
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