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"You're doing it wrong."
Tony doesn't even spare the kid a glance when he tightens the screw. "MIT graduate at 17, billionaire genius, built my own suit in a cave from scrap, survived a kidnapping with said scrap suit, currently earth's first self-made superhero," He has a hand on his hip, the other holding onto the wrench loosely as he looks down at the pint-sized bastard with a raised brow.
"I don't see any other credible credentials than that, Handy Manny."
The bastard had the nerve to look bored.
Tony shouldn't mind him. It's a kid. He's the adult!
He can't even take his opponent seriously.
His Star Wars shirt was bigger than him (stolen from Tony's closet), the green cargo shorts Pepper had bought for his wardrobe had soot on both knees, and his little Converse feet were swinging on the roller chair as he sips on an apple juice he made Happy get for him. The sour patch kids on the table weren't even finished yet.
Tony didn't like how condescending he looked while sipping his juice.
"Still wrong."
"Damn you."
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When Nick Fury finally has enough of playing cat and mouse, Orion finds himself reassigned to an entirely new "facility."
Nobody said anything about a Malibu mansion. Or a seaside view. Or sharing living space with an eccentric, egotistical, borderline-narcissist billionaire.
When a runaway kid genius meets a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist with a knack for building weapons-grade suits in his basement, it's only a matter of time before something explodes.
(TLDR: Tony Stark accidentally gains a cosmic stowaway.)