“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…”
“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.
“Okay,” Tony gasped hoarsely in between hard coughs. “I’ll just…suffer in silence.” He let out another long series of coughs, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smirk, and he was looking at Carlos with a merry gleam in his eyes.
Carlos snorted softly and reached to take the offending cup of coffee away. “You want me to make you a new one?” he asked.
“That depends,” Tony grinned without coughing this time, “are you going to run a sample of it through the chem analyzer before you give it to me?” He was laughing silently, kind of enjoying Carlos’s unintentional knack of breaking him out of a rut.
Carlos smiled sheepishly, glancing away. “Uh… would you like me to?” he asked. It was a joke, obviously, but Carlos was playing along. Maybe he’ll do it just to make sure Stark knew that it hadn’t been on purpose… Carlos didn’t know what the hell happened. He suspected his own cup was also compromised.
“Okay,” Tony gasped hoarsely in between hard coughs. “I’ll just…suffer in silence.” He let out another long series of coughs, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smirk, and he was looking at Carlos with a merry gleam in his eyes.
Carlos snorted softly and reached to take the offending cup of coffee away. “You want me to make you a new one?” he asked.
Tony only answered first with a knowing, but amused smile. “Or could it, perhaps be that you’re having trouble focusing way past a healthy period of time?” The billionaire asked teasingly.
Carlos blinked at him, his mind slowly comprehending what he said. “Uh… O-oh… um, I guess so… maybe.” Carlos rubbed at his eyes with one hand, sighing deeply to disguise a yawn. “Sorry, sir. Sorry…”
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