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Mechanics dream of morphine sheep|| Tony &Aeron

The floor tile was cold, running chills down her damp skin. A small drone bot that she had made, circled around her head. The floors were littered with other bots,  their gyrating cogs in motion around the lab, all alive by her power. These were the worst night Aeron could find herself in. When the morphine counteracted and the visions bore down, fear leaking from eyes as she tried to catch her breath. Sitting in her apartment alone, two pills and half a bottle of whiskey in, a thought registered to herself: play with the bots in the lab. So she did.

The drone sputtered to a stop, Aeron reached out for it when the doors of the lab opened. She staggered to her feet, stumbling to maintain balance. She could hear words being spit at he, nothing registered as she mozied around touching each bot that had stopped moving till she ran right into Tony. Moon round eyes looking at him, she smiled turning back around to the counter with a nearly finished bottle. “Relax. I’m going to sit down now,” Which she did and picked up the bottle with her free hand, holding it out in exclamation. “I’m going to play my game and fuck you!” Aeron released the flying drone that buzzed towards Tony.

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The Illuminati | McCoy, Stark, Quill, and Banner

Four years they had been underground. On the run from HOPE, SHIELD, and the governments of the world. Henry McCoy had never felt this isolated from the world before. Certainly there had been all the bigots and frightened people who made him feel like less than human, but HOPE had changed the dynamic entirely. Their movement had only grown since their arrival on the scene. Since then, he and his compatriots had been forced to live off the grid. Stark’s money and ingenuity had gone a long way to keep the Illuminati’s operations moving and beyond the reach of the long arm of the law.

Now was one of the rare occasions that all of them actually met together, in person. It was just down to him, Banner, Stark, and Quill. They had lost Stephen Strange two years back when he vanished without a trace. That was the risk of dealing with magic, Hank supposed. Still, they were doing good work: keeping the Earth safe.

Arranging this had been a long, arduous process. It meant securing a site, establishing security measures, and sending plenty of encrypted messages. The big blue ape-man sat patiently in the operations room of their hideout, waiting for all of the members of their secret cabal to arrive. One by one, they entered the site from different angles of approach and made their way through a series of ID-printed barriers. Prior to his disappearance, Dr. Strange had put in place anti-illusionary spells. McCoy’s contribution to it analyzed the subject’s DNA, making it impossible for shapeshifters such as the Skulls from bluffing their way in. And it would take a Hulk to bust into the bunker itself, so it was fortunate that he was on their side.

Eventually they had all gathered.

“Ah, welcome, gentlemen,” Hank said, swiveling to face them all. Rising from his chair, the geneticist shook each of their hands. “If you would all care to have a seat, we shall call this congregation to order.” @starkxnaked, @legendary-star-loser, @hulktechtonics

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R&D:Day 1|| Tony& Aeron

Exhausted, Aeron laid sprawled out on her living room floor covered by moonlight and a wool knitted blanket. Tomas hands her the joint, which she takes casually into her lips and inhales slowly. The weed pulled her out of the heaviness that came after taking morphine, leveling her on a distant cloud. Pupils widening, eyelids growing heavy; she exhaled and passed it back fading off to sleep.

The piercing cry of her alarm snapped her awake. She checked the clock: 8:15. Aeron was already late. Getting to her feet she, the wool blanket slipped off her curves into a crumpled heap on the floor. She kicked the pillow from under Tomas’s head, instructing him to gather his things and leave before hopping in the shower. He would be long gone before she tipped toed into her bedroom to get dress.Aeron found some clothes that weren’t covered in grease.  Black jean and top combo wrapped together with a leather jacket and boots for extra taste. She made a quick dash for the door, slamming it as she left

Luckily for her, Stark towers wasn’t too far from her residence, just one train between buildings. She checked in with receptionsist, who looked questionably at her attire before picking up the phone, and had  her take a seat. It would be twenty minutes before she was whisked away by the R&D director to get her badge and then on a grad tour of her new workplace. He went on and on about the accomplishments he and his staff were able to accomplish over the years. Aeron seemed unimpressed, keeping that to herself, trudging along beside him.

Entering into the main lab the director halted in the door frame. “Mr. Stark, a surprise seeing you here. Anything I could help you with?” Aeron peaked out, coming up to occupy the door with  the Director, saying nothing towards Tony, just a curious glance his way.

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