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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[innerharbor]

Huh. Okay.

[The softness of his voice, the easy going flippancy, is back like it never left.]

They never taught me shit about biochem, up the well. Better get the fuck home instead.

[propulsion]

[ Hm. ]

Plan B is burning incense around the next rift to spit out a real doctor. No offense to the wizards.

[innerharbor]

Man, you must hate doctors.

[propulsion]

Negative. I love doctors and the things they can do to my body.

[innerharbor]

Can you fucking imagine being a real serious doctor used to having instrument sterilizers and growth gel and antibiotics and painkillers and being thrown into this shit? I can barely stand not having a fucking power drill.

[propulsion]

Well, yeah, it sucks, but am I gonna pretend like I wasn't a little glad that someone else with a working grasp on thermodynamics showed up to the party?

No. 'Cause I'm not a liar.

[innerharbor]

Hey, I can hack it. Born to be the last man standing.

Anyway, Professor-- do me a favor?

[propulsion]

Lay it on me.

[innerharbor]

[That coldness returns to his voice, sharp and hard-] You actually know about anybody torturing people, or any fucked up shit like that, you tell me.

[propulsion]

[ HM. ]

Only if you tell me where growth gel's meant to go.

[innerharbor]

[Once more amiable-]

Missing limbs. Fixed the fuck outta my hand.