[Rocket and Tony] work time

[st_ripetail]

The Inn was, generally, even more primitive than the primitive shithole that had been Gotham City. Gotham had had networks, cellular technology, random bits and bobs from far future or alternate future or other civilized presents. The Inn was like... Quill's memories of Earth covered in pink paint and glitter.

So basically Quill's memories of Earth, full stop.

But that was why Rocket had taken immediate advantage of Stark's request for weapon design and tech collaboration. Even slightly-less-primitive stuff to work on was better, and Stark's nanotech wasn't as chintzy as his fixation on the red and gold suit thing made it look. Stark himself had a brain, too, at least some of the time.

It was fun to work again, not that Rocket intended to say so to the man.

But that was why he brought the best things from the collection of things he'd been accumulating in his room since he'd arrived. The really good wire and higher-quality metal bits, that kind of thing, along with the tools he'd collected, made, improved. No telling what would be useful and what wouldn't, after all.

He laid it all out on a table in what had probably been some kind of conference room off the 'business center' and then started investigating the room for anything else useful while he waited for Stark to arrive.

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[st_arkravinghazelnut]

When he knocked on the door after his hike up to the third floor, Tony was a mixture of excitement and dread. In the course of his armor development he had his share of blunt force trauma (light bonks to Pepper finding him laid out in a mess of gold-alloy with the ice pack on stand-by) to auto-surgical procedures (mostly revolving around the arc reactor) but that had all been performed by himself. Or most of it, anyway. And what hadn't had been performed by, well, human hands.

Rocket was no slouch, but he was a trigger happy raccoon.

Yet, crazy times called for crazy measures and crazy people to take them. There was something in him that was confident that Rocket was exactly the brand of crazy he needed. His suit had been beyond sub-standard and there was no longer room for hesitation.

"Ready when you are." He called from the other side of the door, unconsciously massaging his chest.

[st_ripetail]

"Get in here, ya big baby. I ain't gonna hurt ya." Because he was who he was, Rocket followed this sincere statement with an evil chuckle. "Much. Also I got some shit you can try out."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Taking that invitation, Tony turned the knob and pushed open the door with a dramatic flair.

"Leave the brain and a few other important bits and we'll be roses." He bumped the door closed and didn't dwell on the fact that the room was, by all accounts, far classier than his own digs. He honed in on the tech on display and whistled. 'Quite the MacGyver.'

[st_ripetail]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stark's no fun, gotcha." Rocket picked up a thing that looked like a wristwatch and tossed it at Stark. "Take a look at that thing first, then. We'll start with baby frolics. Sonic blaster, absorbs vibrations around it, stores'em up, lets'em out when you want. Doesn't need ta hang out in yer fuckin' chest cavity."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Then what's even the point? Humans, we love dangly bits." Tony caught it, turning it over and holding it up to the light. His glasses scanned each point, creating a graphic on the interior of the lenses.

'Oscillators, reduction chamber, the gang's all here.' He strapped it to his wrist, gauging the way it felt. "On a scale of one to street pizza, say I hit someone with this at a range of, oh, ten feet?"

[st_ripetail]

Rocket bared his teeth in a grin. “Like a six, prob’ly. As in broken bones. You want street pizza, that’s point blank.”

He kicked a chair away from the conference table and gestures at it. “Give it a shot. Top range isn’t much better’n twenty, sonics diffuse too quick. Aim’s worse further out too. But it’s loud any range.”

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony backed up twelve paces, bracing the underside of his wrist with his opposing hand. His fingers played over the button mounted on the side, taking aim at the Rocket-ordained target. A sound wave tore through the air, flipping the table clear over onto its side and carrying it several feet. Tony would have heard himself whistle again, if the ringing had subsided.

[st_ripetail]

Yeah, that was loud. Rocket shook his head, as if that would clear the temporary deafness. "YEAH OPEN SPACES ARE BETTER FOR THIS THING."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony was adept at lip reading--pity he never tried with less-human shaped face holes.

"IT'S GOOD." He vaguely heard his own voice, shaking out his wrist and bringing the gadget back in to observe. It's parts--internal and external were holding stable.

[st_ripetail]

"I MADE IT. 'COURSE IT'S GOOD." It'd probably be good for crowd control, further out. The noise combined with the diffused force? Yeah. "I GOT LESS LOUD THINGS TOO. TRAPS AN' SHIT."

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"YEAH THAT'S--fine." Tony cleared his throat as the ringing died down, papping his ears gently. He turned the wristwatch around on his arm before delicately setting it to the side.

"Hit me. Figuratively."