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𝐒.𝐇.𝐈.𝐄.𝐋.𝐃. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑
ELEANOR
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Finding my trail around the helicarrier was easy to figure out. With more distinctly labelled routes unlike most government agencies, Director Hill and Fury had both invested time and energy into the sky-born cradle that housed nearly five hundred cadets from SHIELD. Once I found the entitled garage that Maria had mentioned to me about—warned even—I pressed down my palm over the scanner to unlock the door. Upon gaining access, the apparently soundproofed room was rattling the walls and panes with loud band music, my hands cupped my ears instantly.
'Tony!'
Deeply immersed in his gadget mending with his bent back towards me, I couldn't help but notice the number of greasy smudges and tears growing around the edges of his dark-coloured tee. His thew built arms were racked and toughened with concentration as some fiery sparks shot out where the device met metal and the resistive gear he wore around his head rebuffed it. The bluntly brushed hair curled around the edges of his ears, dripping sweat inevitably. Knowing he was probably stuck in here for days till the end, I reached for the music system that was wrapped between millions of wires and turned the knob down.
'Turn it up before I lose my train of thought,' was the restless command delivered to me without a single glance as he continued to prod at the device ingeniously.
I rolled my eyes. 'Seriously, what in—'
'Hold on a sec, babe. Let me just get past running the compiler phase before I forget what I'm doing,' he said, so fast in verbal seconds, I couldn't catch the latter portion. I remained reticent, brooding in private at his disrespecting antiques.
'Sure take your time,' I mumbled under my breath, not low enough. 'Only a modish medical miracle, is all. Up and walking sans steel cane after being completely busted up,' I shrugged, forcing myself to forget about the tech that was modded into me. 'Not a big deal at all.'
'I heard that!'
'You were supposed to,' I grumbled.
I pushed my hands through my hair to gather it to aside to let some air hit my neck since it felt like I was standing in a boiler room with him. There was minimal lighting around the garage, a large number of blue-tinted holographic screens pertaining to his suit of armour and every wall lined with some weirdly shaped mechanical tool which wasn't my area of expertise to figure out.
Speaking of expertise, after Rhodey left me to fend for myself on the flying boat, I realized Cal, my assistant, was on board with me. I scratched it down in a mental note, to drop Cal a visit.
