“Maybe I should’ve given you a regular plastic drone for you to start learning to pilot, instead of a vibranium one with thrusters.
Carlos chuckled, a little anxiously. “Yeah, probably,” he said. He didn’t dare touch the remote anymore and he just held it awkwardly in his hands, waiting for Stark to take it back.
Tony grinned, “It’s vibranium, the stuff Captain America’s shield is made of.” He stepped as close as possible to Carlos. “Formulas are nothing but easy to write out script unless the people trying to make them usable step out of their anylitical comfort zone an actually use them in real life,” he admonished.
“I know, sir,” Carlos said, to him. “It’s just, uh, vibranium’s pretty expensive stuff, to say the least. I don’t want to just… damage the components and make it a useless hung of metal. And I’m not trained in piloting. Honestly, I’m still surprised you let me in on a delicate project like this, considering it’s for your work with the Avengers…”
The Perfect Scientist 