"Slow down-HEY-!"
"Oh come on kid! My lab is on the 72nd floor, we have to take the elevator unless you wanna go up like 30 flights of stairs-"
"This thing has 72 floors?!"
"Nah, like 100." Tony pushed the elevator 'up' button and started tapping his foot impatiently. Jarvis chose this moment to interject.
"Actually sir, there are 107 floors. 108, if you count the basement—"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Ed screeched, whipping around and searching for the source of the voice.
"That," Tony said, stepping into the elevator and ignoring Ed's screeching, "Would be Jarvis, my A.I system." He didn't bother holding the door for Ed.
"Your fuckin' what?" Edward hissed, stepping into the elevator but still looking around like someone with a british accent was going to jump out from nowhere and stab him.
"A.I." Tony repeated, punching in the numbers '7,2' into the elevator keypad. "Artificial intelligence. Everyone has at least some cheap version these days. What planet exactly are you from?"
"Earth." Edward said defensively. The elevator began it's accension, the simple music flowing from the speaker mounted in the roof doing absolutely nothing to ease the tension.
"Yeah, sure." Tony said sarcastically, "Which part? And don't give me the Tacobell crap."
"Wha-Tacobell is a place on earth!" Ed protested.
Tony rolled his eyes just as the elevator 'ding!'d, signaling their arrival. He stepped out into a hallway, continuing sarcastically, "Unless you're homeless and literally live behind the dumpsters at some Tacobell, which honestly wouldn't surprise me much-"
"hey!"
"-Then I'm gonna need a better explanation." He paused. They had reached the lab. "Later though." He added, opening the door and ushering Ed inside.
Inside the lab was a massive assortment of the mechanical equivalent of crumpled paper balls. Half-finished machines and other oddities covered nearly every available surface (there was even stuff strewn across the floor). A large bin in the corner labeled 'trash' had wires and random jagged metal bits sticking out. There were mechanical arms, scanners, and other equipment attached from the ceiling and dangling down like highly advanced vines. The whole thing reminded Ed strongly of winry's workshop mixed with a jungle.
Tony shoved an unfinished project off a table, causing a loud 'bang' when it hit the floor, and slapped the surface of the table. "Sit." He commanded, hardly sparing Ed a glance as he rummaged through a large set of metal drawers.
Ed scowled, but reluctantly hopped up onto the table. The movement caused his shoulder to throb painfully, reminding him of the entire reason he was here in the first place.
"Go ahead and take the cloak off." Tony murmured as he dug through a bin of tools, "Gonna need to see the connection again. How exactly does that work by the way?"
"It's connected to my nerves." Ed said icily, hesitantly shrugging off his cloak and undershirt.
"Uh huh." Tony finally rose from the tool bin, peering at Ed's shoulder with a scrutinizing gaze.
Ed had to fight the urge to scooch away or cover himself, feeling oddly uncomfortable. This certainly wasn't the first time he'd been shirtless in from of someone. Hell, Winry saw him in his underwear nearly every time he went for automail repairs.
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