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[propulsion]

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

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[technologist]

[ First thing: that's Iron Man tech.

That's exciting, even in spite of all the similarly advanced tech Fitz has seen or even built himself in the past five-some years. His brows lift slightly in surprise, but he very deliberately doesn't move from where he's settled in — looking a little grumpy, arms crossed, standing expectantly at Tony's shoulder. ]

That's— [ Something frustrating, Tony had said. He knows, logically, that this can't possibly be the end of the demonstration. Still, ]

Very broken.

[ Stating the obvious, but there's a lilt of real bemusement on the last syllable: it's really broken. Tony's been here for months. He built the prototype in a cave. He should've had this functional by now. ]

[propulsion]

[ Tony takes out the gauntlet just to prop with, leaving the mask staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as he goes to circumnavigate the room in an idle wander. ]

Yep.

[ He fidgets with the metal fingers. ]

First thing I did on landing was try to get my comms back online. Obviously not gonna work even if I could power everything up, which I could not. I threw together a mini generator a while ago to see if I could jumpstart something. Nada. And even the generator barely worked as it was supposed to.

It doesn't make sense.

[ All of this is informational rather than complaint. He's already had his feelings about it. ]