“Of all the people here, why me?”

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“Why not you?” He tilted his head a little with a soft frown.

“Yeah
if you want to. I was hoping you would but I get it if you don’t.” He
ran a hand through his hair a little and chewed on his lip. “I was
hoping we kinda could now.”

“Uh – um, yes, sir, sure,” Carlos said. “We can go now. I’m… I’m at a stopping point here anyway.” He turned and quickly saved the changes on the design he was working on before closing it up.

“You want to get changed? Maybe borrow some more casual clothes of mine? I’m sure they would fit.” He smiled softly to the other and stepped back to let him get out of where he was sitting.

Carlos chuckled – not because it was funny, but to him the idea seemed ridiculous. Borrowing Tony Stark’s clothes? Who did that?

“I’ve got a flannel in my locker I can trade out for my labcoat,” he told his boss as he stood up. He pushed the chair back in and rolled his shoulder to get any kinks he had out of his back.

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Tony
smiled softly hearing him cover himself and he just chuckled. “It’s
okay, I’m never good with wording things, I’m more a man of action
rather than discussion so yeah I get that a lot.” He hoped Carlos would
get to meet him, he was sure the pair would get along great.

“We can do this however works best. I think it might be best if we
let you talk about this plan, why you chose this plan, just have you sit
and explain it. We like to know why ideas were used in a certain way
and would like as much detail explained as possible. Doesn’t matter if
you came up with it after you finished drawing it but we would like you
to explain this and why you think Stark tech might want to produce
this.” Pepper spoke calmly and softly to him hoping to ease his worries.

“We will go over any extras after, anything you think we need to see
can be seen after all this after all so just focus on the product you
designed first and then we can talk about your portfolio.”

Carlos listened to them closely and nodded. “Okay,” he said.
Then again, more to himself, “Okay…” He took a breath. Carlos then turned the
design around and pushed it toward the middle of the table so he could still
reach it, but Miss Potts and Mr Stark could see it. He’d have liked an easel,
but meh… maybe next time. Hopefully next time. Gosh, he hoped there was a next
time.

“Well, as I’ve mentioned before, my brother’s paraplegic,”
Carlos said. “In his case, it’s not something that can be cured, so he is bound
to a wheelchair. But he’s not the only one – The last statistic I recall was
that there were 3.6 million people who use a wheelchair for mobility.
Which
includes not just paraplegia, but also cerebral palsy, severe arthritis,
paralysis, and other states that require assisted mobility. However, so much of
America and the world isn’t ‘wheelchair accessible’. These facts are what inspired me in this design of a sort
of ‘all-terrain’ wheelchair.”

Carlos began to explain his draft piece. He put special
emphasis on the seating, which would have a mechanical equilibrium device in it
to prevent spills from the chair, and on the wheels themselves, which were
designed to flex and break apart to aid in varying terrain and even climb up
small ledges and stairs. Carlos was in ‘Engineer Mode’, and had fell into the act of
presenting with relative ease – a skill he’d developed from his past career. He
was surprised at the relative ease he fell into it.

“Of all the people here, why me?”

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“Why not you?” He tilted his head a little with a soft frown.

“Yeah
if you want to. I was hoping you would but I get it if you don’t.” He
ran a hand through his hair a little and chewed on his lip. “I was
hoping we kinda could now.”

“Uh – um, yes, sir, sure,” Carlos said. “We can go now. I’m… I’m at a stopping point here anyway.” He turned and quickly saved the changes on the design he was working on before closing it up.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I don’t want any trouble I promise, I just –” Carlos paused when recognition dawned on him. “Oh, um… hello again. Um… Kiara, right?” ((fallout au — i made him misremember her name on purpose ;3 I hope this is ok))

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There’s a small moment of confusion on her face before it is replaced with the same recognition. Kira smiles a bit, impressed that he remembered her at all.

Even if incorrectly, it was close enough.

“Kira, but yeah.” She nods happily, “It’s been awhile, I honestly didn’t expect to see you ever again!” A small giggle escapes her, “I’m afraid I cannot recall your name, I’m horrible with names. But I remember, from Concord right?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t met Myrna,” Carlos said. “Percy seems very sensible though, and very friendly, so she can’t be all that bad.” But maybe she was – Carlos didn’t know. It was just usually Mr Handy units were about as friendly as their owners wanted them to be.

“If I find you a book I’ll be happy to help explain baseball to you,” Carlos then said with a slight smile. “I played it every so often – they though really I prefer soccer. But my pal Ralphie – he was obsessed with the game and would get very competitive. It was pretty funny sometimes.” He sighed. “As for Moe… according to my history class, I think maybe he’d prefer ancient Rome to actual baseball. He seems to be really enamored with the blood and guts side of sports… and Rome had plenty of that.”

Kira chuckles a bit, “Mmm, Myrna and I don’t get along. She’s a bit overzealous for my tastes. So maybe she’s just rude to me?” She chuckles once more before sipping her tea.

“But I will agree that Percy is rather nice, regardless of how Myrna feels about me or my clients. She might like you, though don’t be surprised if she’s suspicious towards you. She has a real bad ‘witch hunt’ vibe about her. Part of the ‘synth fever’ everyone has around here.”

Yes, it seemed everyone around here was paranoid about it. And perhaps Kira would be too if she wasn’t formerly Brotherhood. Or if she had anyone valuable to her that could be or was replaced. But now that she knew so many synths and how kind they could be, Kira knew that she couldn’t switch opinion if she tried.

“Really now?” She smiles, “That’s rather kind of you. And if you played it, perhaps you’ll be better at explaining it than a book. Can you play with two people?” Kira asks curiously, knowing fully well she had very little athletic prowess. The only thing that she had going for her is that she was rather speedy when she wanted to be.

“Mmm, yes. He’s got the attitude of a sportsman. But I think that he’d be much more interested in history. Chock full of blood and war. But I don’t think he’d take my word for it.” She giggles to the other, “Perhaps you may have better luck.”

Carlos grinned at her. “You can try to play with two people,
but it’s really works better with at least ten,” he said. “The ideal is
eighteen so you can have a person on each base, a catcher behind the batter, a
pitcher, and others scattered in the field. It also helps to have an umpire to
make sure things are fair and to make calls on fouls or you’ll just have
baseball teams fighting… then it will
be like what Moe describes, heh.”

He hadn’t thought about it, but he realized there was a lot
about baseball to talk about. It’ll prove to be a long talk, he realized.

He then looked at Kira. “What’s… what is with the, uh… ‘Synth Fever’? I don’t
understand what all that means… what’s a Synth?”

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“Huh. Okay, but what if you didn’t do that…the spraying thing. Can it still be saved or did someone just ruin a perfectly good shirt?” Well, there goes 5 bucks he’ll never get back. And yes that’s a lot! He’s a college student, not a billionaire! “Simple but effective. Never underestimate the basics.”

The arachnid blinked back as the man started to apologize, putting up his hands to try and calm the other. “Whoa, whoa. Mr. Spider-man was my father, please call me Spidey. And no, you’re not. Slow day today. Not battling pumpkin heads everyday you know.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, if I had something to do. I’d be doing it.”

Carlos laughed softly at the joke. “Pumpkins are for Halloween, not for evil.” He looked at Spider-man with a smile.

“You could also pull the fabric tight over a bowl like a drum then sprinkle some salt on it to help absorb the stain,” Carlos suggested. “Then you slowly pour boiling water over the stain before machine washing it. Uh… regarding the shirt, I mean. You use the hottest setting, but don’t use the dryer until the stain’s completely gone. Otherwise you’ll set it.”

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“No fun in low profile bro. You know that.” Kisses his cheek and nuzzles pulling him back to the house.

Halfnut was now sitting on Tullk back somehow keeping the stronger ravager down.

“I’m bein’ serious, Pete,” Kraglin told him, following. “We can’t be attractin’ attention when one of us don’t look human.”

Carlos looked up as the boys entered and smiled. “Hey, guys – Dad’s starting dinner, so go ahead and sit down on the couch if you like.”

*Max ran up to the other, smiling widely* Carlos! Carlos! i’m not dead! -(ded)Max

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That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?

that’s beacuse i’m alive! i almost forgot how it felt to actually feel everything..

Wait, like… alive as in before the whole… erm, sapient zombie thing? *He THOUGHT Max looked different…*

*he nods excidedly* yup! no more zombie-ness for this kid..!

That’s great, Max! I think this calls for ice cream as well!

*Max ran up to the other, smiling widely* Carlos! Carlos! i’m not dead! -(ded)Max

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That’s always great to hear! 🙂 How are you doing, buddy?

straving, but excided!

Starving? Well, my wallet can fix that. Want to go to Wendy’s or something?

*he tilts his head* who’s Wendy?

*Carlos blinks at him* Uh, well, I think she was the daughter of a restaurateur owner or something. He named the chain after her. We can get hamburgers and fries and stuff there.

cool! *he smiles, almost bouncing in place* when can we go?

Right now, if you want. *he smiles*

yes please! *he puts his hands in his pockets*

Okay, let’s go! *he takes them to the car* Do you like cheeseburgers, or just regular hamburgers?

i don’t know.. i’ve never had either *he climbs into the passager seats and buckles himself in*

Ah. Well, we can get both and I’ll eat what you don’t want. Do you like fries?

yeah! *he smiles, bouncing in his seat slightly*

Alrighty, so we’ll get some of those too. What about a drink?

*he glances out the window as he thinks* hm.. chocolate milk?

Sure thing. *Maybe he’ll get three of them – he wasn’t in the mood for soda himself.* So… you’re looking really happy today. 🙂