When I offer you survival

[liverletdie]

WHO: Tony Stark, Power Girl, and Mike Peterson
WHERE: Residence 5
WHEN: Sunday Night
WHAT: #Cybernetic Problems
WARNINGS: Will edit if necessary


[ It was probably lucky for this guy that Tony liked Karen Starr quite a bit. Smart, quick, seemed to have something else going on under the surface, and all around someoine he would be interested in. Actually, he was, but that wasn't why he was here. It was honestly the fact that she'd asked, and she'd made an effort to reach out to him on behalf of this person, who seemed to know who he was. Another person, on top of the other ones.

It wasn't that he wasn't used to that sort of thing, he was, but it was always in a unique context. Normally, when people knew him, they knew him through their own interactions, and they'd been people Tony at least could associate as alternate versions of themselves. These two were different, they weren't versions of anyone he knew, or anyone he'd interacted with. Which left him in an odd position, but it also left him in the place where he could figure them out, and figure out where they were coming from.

When it hit evening, he made his way over, flying instead of driving, landing with a hard 'clunk' of metal boots on pavement before he walked up, the helmet detatching and floating in pieces around his head before refoming for him to pick it up, and hold it under the crook of his arm. He knocked on the door, one, two, three, before he waited. ]

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[liverletdie]

Oh no, I just work here.

[ For the moment, his tone of voice says. Tony Stark doesn't intend to be there for long. ]

Come on down, Mike.

[ He gestured to the elevator, when he stepped inside. Somehow, it held his weight. ]

[brokenteam]

[Mike just nods and follows silently. This is Tony's realm now.]

[liverletdie]

[ Once they hit his lab, it was packed wall to wall with computers, parts, monitors, and cables. It looked the realm of a man who worked with technology. The tables had simultaneous projects all going on at once, and from the mechanisms, just because he wasn't there didn't mean they were shut off.

Arms and devices moved to work at the different projects, and none of them stopped when Tony walked in. ]

Alright, Mike. Why don't we have you hop up on this table, and let's take a look?

[ He patted an empty one, and wheeled over a few laptops and ports. ]

[brokenteam]

[Mike let out a breath and nods, walking over so he can get on the table and lie down. It's eerily similar to the procedures HYDRA had done to him this whole time and he can't help but feel a little nervous.]

I'm counting on you.

[he added. It's both a plea and a warning. He's not a toy to be played with]

[liverletdie]

I understand.

[ And he did. He actually did. Tony wasn't exactly a bad person, just one who lacked scruples, from time to time. ]

Hold out your hand. [ He waved the cable to connect him, and started plugging in, data streaming across screens at a lightning rate as soon as he was plugged in, and even Tony paused for a moment, wrangling the data processes mentally, taking in data at an alarming rate, brain automatically dumping what was useless to him, before he even got to processing it.

The problem with having a human brain, with a computer's processors. ]

[brokenteam]

[Mike held out his hand obediently, letting Tony deal with him as he will. He would find that Mike's cybnertic enhancements are connected to his biometrics. He's a mix of human flesh and hardware with the added mix of a deactivated kill switch installed around his right eye.]