[ Tony sticks to his word and heads back to the lab later on in the day, when most of the workshops in the district have closed up shop for the night. The few blacksmiths still pounding iron under their open garage doors send little sparks into the street as he ambles along, toward one of the few lit-up entrances at the far end of the row of brick buildings.
Once again, he doesn't bother to knock, though this time the makeshift lab looks a little more alive as he strides in. He briefly scans over the tools scattered on the nearby tabletop – standard handyman items, along with metallurgist's equipment, and a few sketched schematics – not unlike what Tony's own garage would've looked like had he been born circa 1875.
The next thing he catches is what most people would've noticed immediately – i.e. the imposing man making annotations to the chalkboard that had originally sparked Tony's interest just hours earlier. The guy turns, and the five o'clock shadow and weightlifter's jawline completes the whole picture. Yeah, he'd look right at home with the squad back in New York, minus the, uh. Current gutwrenching depression. ]
Jayce, actually – who I assume is you? [ He squints. If he'd conjured up some kind of Laurel-and-Hardy-esque opposite to Tiny Tim, then it'd probably look a lot like... this guy. Though there's also a slight tug of familiarity at the back of his mind – like he's seen him in passing, but can't quite place where. ] So – do those delts help with thermodynamic calculations, or is there a club scene in this town I don't know about?
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Once again, he doesn't bother to knock, though this time the makeshift lab looks a little more alive as he strides in. He briefly scans over the tools scattered on the nearby tabletop – standard handyman items, along with metallurgist's equipment, and a few sketched schematics – not unlike what Tony's own garage would've looked like had he been born circa 1875.
The next thing he catches is what most people would've noticed immediately – i.e. the imposing man making annotations to the chalkboard that had originally sparked Tony's interest just hours earlier. The guy turns, and the five o'clock shadow and weightlifter's jawline completes the whole picture. Yeah, he'd look right at home with the squad back in New York, minus the, uh. Current gutwrenching depression. ]
Jayce, actually – who I assume is you? [ He squints. If he'd conjured up some kind of Laurel-and-Hardy-esque opposite to Tiny Tim, then it'd probably look a lot like... this guy. Though there's also a slight tug of familiarity at the back of his mind – like he's seen him in passing, but can't quite place where. ] So – do those delts help with thermodynamic calculations, or is there a club scene in this town I don't know about?