Thread: I Was a Dream [TriniMad & Sprouts]

When she left, he considered the silence. Besides his time in Sokovia, sitting in a church in the centre of the city, he couldn't recall ever having been met with such profound quiet and he wasn't entirely clear on what to make of it, if he liked or hated it. After a time, he decided that he'd had sufficient calm - there was something in him, in his programming, that made it difficult for him to endure stillness for too long. He didn't do well with not being productive. He chose not to think about the fact that this was also a known trait of Tony Stark. Maneuvering was not graceful, but he had been in dire straits before and though he'd had more limbs at the time, he considered his first time as having been his worst - this time, at least, his neural network seemed clearer, he didn't have the noise of all of the world's information pouring into him at once. He had been too new to be able to compartmentalize at the time, too young to manage it all - and while he wouldn't call himself wizened, he was certainly more prepared for the chaos that was the inside of his head this time around. He had one working limb and that would suffice. It would have to suffice, as there was no other choice. He spent the night combing through the workshop, finding what was available to him, and in the process, he found his other arm - it was more-or-less intact, something that would have been a horror show for humans, but was a welcome surprise for him. He used a vice on the table to hold it in place, the rust assisting him for now by keeping the joint fixed rather than bending and flopping uselessly. Through the night, he soldered and he welded, taking his time with each wire, testing reactivity - it was all so barbaric compared to his other frame, this was insulated aluminum, his other body had been so much more durable. He could appreciate that now. He spoke through the night, muttering softly, picking through the information in his head, tutting when something didn't work as it should - which didn't happen often - and letting out pleased exclamations when they did. Small successes weren't so small when one was stuck on a table. When morning came, Yue would find the table empty, all of her tools having been neatly placed back where they belonged, though there had been things added as well, clearly taken from the rest of the yard transformers, fan motors, magnetrons and conductors, all pulled from the guts of discarded microwaves ultrasonic sensors from radios hydraulic pieces from old machinery accelerometers and magnetometers carefully cleaned and calibrated countless wires and scrap metal taken from cars and electronics, all of it arranged by make and material. He appeared behind her, only at hip height with her given his present lack of legs, but he regarded her back for that instant before he spoke Good morning. he replied, head tilted up towards her, an interested party. He balanced now on two arms, the metal covering him was now buffed to a shine that reflected the growing morning light and where he ended at the waist had been carefully housed in the cover from a motor to keep wires from being exposed. I got a few things done. he remarked.