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You can help me analyse the specs on my suit. Now that I've rewired the thrusters.

[That... actually sounds potentially interesting.]

Where?

Tenth floor, room two hundred. JARVIS knows you're coming, so come straight in.

[Sherlock pulls a suit jacket on and heads on up, letting himself in as instructed.]

Nice set up.

[Tony looks up after a moment, as he'd been tweaking the helmet. His room looking very similar to his Malibu home]

All the conveniences of my old live, without the press outside my door. Not that the press could see me unless I left the house.

[Standing from his bench, he leaves his helmet there.]

Want to see the suit without me in it?

Yes, alright.

[Though it's just as interesting to see the man without the suit.]

[Without the suit Tony wore a comfortable pair of jeans, A grey long-sleeved shirt with an AC/DC shirt over the top. The clothes looked well worn as if he hadn't changed out of them in some time. Since arriving he had gotten back into his habit of only sleeping a few hours a day, not that he looked it.

Entering one of his other rooms, Tony gestured to the suit standing in one corner, sans head on a platform.]

Look all you like, just don't leave fingerprints. I'm still working on the robots to keep it maintained.

What, it's not oil resistant?

[He's teasing. He clasps his hands behind his back to keep from touching it as he peers at it. He's not much for robotics--aside from the autopsy he performed on the robot girl--but he can still tell it's quite an advanced piece of machinery and very well crafted.]

So how famous are you exactly in your world?

It's hard to scotch guard.

[Tony glances at a mug he left on one of the benches in the room. He eyes it as Sherlock peers at his tech. He picks it up and stares into it. It's half full]

How are we rating this? On how well known I am? How many hits videos of me on youtube gets? How often attempts are made on my life? How many signatures I've given out? Babies kissed? Because if it's babies, well then Steve's got me beat there. I don't really handle babies well.

[Tony lists his potential variables methodically, mentally ticking off things that could be linked to his fame. While his ego was invested in his fame, when dealing with Sherlock he's figured out that he needs all the variables. He knew the man as a genius at deduction, and didn't want to lose out to him when it came to giving the right answer.]

[Sherlock listens to his list, standing up to look back over at him, looking somewhat impressed. As impressed as he ever is in such things.]

I think I get the picture. Plenty of people to 'oo' and 'ah' at your genius--an abundance I'd say. Well liked by people who don't really know you, respected, envied, lauded. Must get dull.

[No, it doesn't. Well... unless there's a lack in the 'people who do really know you' catagory.]

[Tony takes a sip of the coffee then looks at it. It's cold. He shrugs his face a little and drinks more. Coffee is coffee.]

Only people who have attended something more than community college 'oo' and 'ah' at my genius. Everyone one else is more interested in my drunken parties and my money.

At least in the past, now it's all about my suit. Because who doesn't love Iron Man?

It would get dull if it wasn't for the fact someone is always trying to kill me or take my company for some reason or another. Occasionally both.

[Tony could count the people who truly know him on one hand.]

You have a sidekick?

Side kick?

[He shakes his head]

I'm not Batman. Until a few months ago, I only worked alone. All my files point out in bold and under lined how not a team player I am.

You have a cheerleader then. Who is it? Childhood friend?

[Makes an amused noise and finishes the cold coffee]

Believe me, no one cheers me on to be me. And I didn't really have a child hood for me to have friends from there.

There's Rhodie, met him in college, and Pepper, she ran my life before I wound up here.

[It is facinating how alike they are in some ways and how vastly different in others. Sherlock doesn't make a point of speaking about himself, though, and doesn't bother to express as much.]

Do these suits come in different sizes or is it a 'one size fits me' sort of deal?

The suit can calibrate to fit anyone of any size. The taller or smaller your are you will lose integrity or mobility. It's just a matter of knowing my overides once you're in the suit.

Which isn't easy because I normally keep very tight lipped about that.

[Sherlock smirks. Challenge accepted.]

The man I'm thinking of is around your height and age. Bit of an adrenalin junky.

[Tony blinks at him]

I've only let one person use my suits that aren't me before, and really let is a very generous term. What with him actually stealing it and using it to work for the military and all. But then it's not like I actually made him give it back which would have been easy enough to do.

What makes you think I'm going to let some middle-aged adrenalin junkie in my hundred million dollar suit?

[He's choosing to ignore the fact that he's a middle aged adrenalin junkie in his hundred million dollar suit. And occasionally drunk while in it.]

But hey, I'll bite. Who?

Captain Watson. He was an army doctor--not air force--but who doesn't like the idea of flying?

[He walks away from the suit to look at more of what Tony has surrounded himself with.]

I'd say we could barter but I really have nothing which you would value.

Watson? Come on, Miss Marpole, not to break the fourth wall here, because I've only read about the guy. But isn't he like your right arm?

What would he need to be in one of my suits for? Especially if he doesn't like the idea of flying?

[Tony watches him. He likes Sherlock well enough, but he has little to no intention of letting one of his suits out of his sight again. But he may be enticed into making other arrangements]

It was an examle of rhetorical enthymeme. But there's no need for a suit... well, it would have come in handy against that dragon beast but really it's just for fun. Most things in Wonderland forgo much usefulness for simple pleasure.

[Tony stares at him for a moment then gives a vague grin.]

You're a bit of a smartass. Got to say, I like it. Especially with the whole accent going on, really sells it.

If you're really that bored all the time, I could probably design something for you to distract you.

[Tony picks up a tablet and flicks through it, wondering if there's a quick design in there that Sherlock could be interested in having. Then he frowns at the screen then looks back up at him.]

Hang on wait. Dragon?

Just a bit. Keeping too much of ones intelligence in one's ass leaves the rest of the body rather envious.

And of course I'm bored. No murder and no real mystery outside Wonderland itself. It was at least somewhat interesting to be both a man and a character at first but it's getting rather annoying to have the latter generally preferred. A distraction would be fantastic.

[He's completely nonchalant as he continues to pace and look around.]

As for the dragon, I suppose I should call it by its proper name: the Jabberwocky. These things happen from time to time. I can’t be the only one who looks forward to it.

[Smirks at Sherlock's words. Oh yes. He was definitely going to get along with this guy without any trouble.]

Well I have no intention of handing out a means of murder, that part of my life is behind me. But I'm sure with a few tests and brain scans from JARVIS, I'm sure I could try and knock something up for you to keep you amused for an hour or so.

[His face takes on a curious and vaguely interested expression.]

Jabberwocky. If I remember the book never calls it a dragon, or gives any description of what it is, just how to kill it. Has it ever shown up here?

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