lucetilogs | "this ship is taking me far away from the memory of the people who care if i live or die;"

Who: Tony, Jane, Loki, and select invitees.
What: Fun with portals
When: Friday, March 15
Where: House 49
Summary: After months of painstaking work, Tony and Jane are finally ready to test their machine. Things don't exactly go according to plan.
Rating: PG-13 probably???

So here's how things are going to go down: This log will be split into three sub-threads. There will be preshow thread for everyone to tag into before things start to go down. Then, there will be a main thread for Tony, Jane, Loki and Billy for the actual portal testing and immediate results. Finally, there will be a postgame thread for anyone to tag into with their reactions.

A bit about the set-up in Tony’s workshop for you spatially-minded people: the portal itself will be near-center in the room, with all the other tables and equipment (including his armor) moved back against the walls. This will leave plenty of spectator space and clearance room for potential backfiring. But that surely won’t be a problem, because this is going to work, right? Of course right. Ahaha.

That’s it! Refer to this OOC post if you have questions or if you're wondering if your character would be there or not. We’ll be happy to clarify. Enjoy the fallout!

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"Yeah, well. No one ever said scientists had common sense," she drawls wryly, flicking a glance at him sideways. Because him talking about that night was a rare occurrence.

"That is sadly true. Then again, I kill people with a paleolithic weapon so shows what I know." Most people had moved onto guns or other methods, but hey, it was harder to trace an arrow than a bullet. And quieter.

She snickers at that. "Well, I suppose we all have our quirks," she teased him, turning her head to give him a fond look.

"You love it," he replied, his expression softening when she looked at him. "You'd get bored pretty quick if I was just another sniper."

She meets his gaze, calm and amused, her smile lingering as she inclines her head in agreement. "I hate being bored."

He could lean in right then and kiss her. It's a heady thought and he only just manages to force it down, responding with a smirk of his own. "Better keep you entertained then, huh?"

She lifts one shoulder in a shrug, her smile a hint impish now. "You do well enough."

More than well enough. She wasn't sure she'd ever been with anyone as long as she'd been partners with Clint.

"Ow, I'm wounded," he replies, a lazy smile on his lips. "Damning with faint praise there."

She gives his shoulder a light shove, rolling her eyes and purposefully turning her attention back to the room at large. Mostly because the sight of that smile triggers all sort of reactions she's not supposed to be having right now. And that he's certainly not supposed to know about.

It's nothing. It's normal.

She scoffs. "Someone's got to keep your ego in check. That's entertaining."

He moves with the shove, anticipating it and it's just a playful thing between them. "Yeah, because without you, who knows, I might get as bad as Stark. That's a pretty terrifying thought."

"Unbearable," she agrees, her voice a wry drawl. "I'd have to gag you."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" he asks, smirking at her.

"Why can't it be both?" She's not returning his smirk. She's not... Oh, the hell with it. She flicks a sideways glance at him. "Maybe you'll just have to wait and find out."

"I like the way you think, but hey, you already knew that." He catches a breath when she says that, mouth going dry for a moment before he leans closer. "Maybe I'll take you up on the offer."

"Careful what you ask for, Barton," she warns him with a smirk, and there's a teasing challenge in her eyes, maintaining her playful manner, but she can't quite disguise the way her breath catches when he leans closer, gives her that look and they're playing a dangerous game all over again. One she doesn't know if she should continue or back away from.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" he asks, gaze locking with hers for a moment, and there's a spark between them, something just waiting and part of him wants nothing more than to grab onto it. He glances away, a little bashful, and it's gone.

She lets him choose and when he backs away, she relaxes against the couch again, her manner still easy, nothing giving away any hint of disappointment or frustration. Her eyes are warm, fond, and she gives his fingers a light squeeze before she releases him, pushing herself to her feet.

"I should go check on Pepper. See if she needs anything."

His fingers linger against her hand for a little bit longer than they really should, even when she leans back and away from him. "Yeah. Yeah, she's gotta be pretty stressed I think."

She gives him a faint smile and inclines her head in agreement, her hand missing the warmth of his the moment she pulls away. Still her gaze flicks assessingly over his face, making sure he's alright as she takes a step back.

"Yes," she agrees, because she's been watching the woman, can read the tension written in her. She focuses on that, because lingering here - while it's something she wants desperately - is something she needs to distance herself from. Even if it's just by the space of the room and a few minutes away. And he looks less tense about being here, about the scenario as a whole. Not quite so uncomfortable in his own skin.

"I'll be back," she offers all the same. Just in case. And then she turns and makes herself go, not letting herself look back as she goes to find Pepper.

"this ship is taking me far away from the memory of the people who care if i live or die;"

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