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Idle Hands Something Something

WHO: Donnie, Leo, and circumstantially open
WHERE: Agrii Ship - That Room
WHAT: Being delinquents
WHEN: During the end of Phase III
WARNINGS: Injury?

They probably shouldn't be in here.

But then the thing about places that were locked up is that it just screams that something's been hidden there, something people aren't supposed to be meant to find. And naturally that just begs questions of what.

Handling repairs and skirting Agrii politics gets tedious, so it's inevitable that Donnie opts to go investigating new secret tech. He'd had a brief look at the place before, back when the shield had yet been in place, but now that it's open, there's nothing keeping him from poking around.

"Creepy, right?" He'd dragged Leo along, or at most gave the suggestion because he has no other brother to be a willing accomplice. The space is huge, lined with rows of some sort of beds as far as the eye can see, hundreds upon hundreds of them.

"Why the heck would this be in a sealed off area of a spaceship?"

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Yes, he’s a doctor. Not a dentist however. Or a medical one like Dr. Takemi. He’s a virologist and bioengineer that has worked on and with all types of creatures. So all things considered if a doctor for a turtle is required he may still be more proficient than Tae.

He makes a mental note that both present turtles are apparently brothers and starts following after Leo with a stern frown at the rest of the information given to him.

“What shocked him?” He asks further, attempting to learn some more about the situation he is being led to.

Leo will lead him on, talking fast as they go.

"He wanted to check out the part of the ship that had been blocked off before. We found all these... beds? Pods? Whatever, point is, they have a teleportation thingamajig, and he thought we could shut down the security measures on them long enough to take a look inside one, and... Well, I guess he was wrong."

Not like Donnie's ever been wrong before, but he's never almost killed himself because of it.

"So it shocked him, and then he teleported into one of the other pods? And he's unconscious, and I don't know what the panel on the pod is telling me. But if it's bad..."

He sucks in a breath and rubs his hands over his face. He doesn't want to be visibly panicking in front of this stranger but it's hard not to.

This information gets an inaudible groan from Wesker. Why isn’t he surprised that foolish decisions were involved in this matter?

Though he will safe any scolding for later. For the time being a strong frown will have to suffice.

“I will see his bad it really is.” He comments factually. If anything, he can make an attempt to get this turtle to calm down somewhat. At the very least this one made one correct decision by going to find help right away. Potentially the smarter of the lot.

It is usually Leo’s first instinct to go find an adult when something happens; he knows when he can’t handle it himself.

“Y-yeah, sure,” says Leo in response to that. He doesn’t calm down too much, though. It had seemed pretty bad.

He leads Wesker back through the hole where the force field had been destroyed, into the giant space full of pods.

“He’s over here!”

There is something ominous about this space. It’s size, the amount of pods, the alien technology… But those aren’t what catch Wesker’s eyes. It’s the sole figure standing over one of the pods. A figure that is easy to recognize for him.

“Anthony Stark.” Wesker calls out while stepping past Leonardo. “Why am I not surprised to find you here?” Of course there would be one of those self proclaimed super heroes here, at the place of an accident.

These were going to become a problem eventually, but that eventually was supposed to be a lower priority than the immediate repairs of the ship systems and getting the engine working so they weren't dead in the water. Tony's investigation after they had first gotten access to the space had been brief and frustrated, and he should have known that Donnie wouldn't be satisfied with that kind of surface level understanding. He should have been prepared for this.

He gave another frustrated tap at the obstinate control panel, angry that it didn't seem to do anything but spit out numbers that he didn't need, and more angry that he was quickly running out of reasons to keep his focus on it and off of Donnie's uncomfortable stillness. That sneering voice wasn't a good alternative, so Tony kept jabbing as he shot back, "Have enough wet dreams, one of them is bound to come true." It was well past time he dealt with this manually, and only then glanced up at Leonardo as he moved along the bed and knelt beside it to find the first seam. "Start saying something useful," he instructed.

Leo is a little surprised Tony got there before them - he hadn't even been sure the man would show up, since he stopped replying to his texts. Leo's attention is pretty quickly pulled to his brother, though, and it's an effort to pay attention to any extra conversations.

These men don't like each other, he picks up on that quickly enough. He's curious about what that means, since most people he's met seem at worst neutral about Tony, but it's ultimately not that important right now.

He bristles at that, but repeats what he already told Wesker.

"He wanted to look at the mechanics of one of the pods over there," he points, "so he had me run a diagnostics check because he thought that would shut down any security. And then it... shocked him or something, and he disappeared and reappeared over here."

Leo folds his arms around himself, looking at Donnie inside. "He's... still not moving." That's bad, right?

“I am not interested in whatever dreams you may have regarding these kids.” Wesker returns with a warning note in his voice. “Keep your depravities to yourself.” These super heroes will do anything for their heroic antics, won’t they.

It is then that Wesker makes his way over to the pod himself, scowl shifting into a studying frown. “And try not to mess with this thing if you don’t understand it. Messing with it is what got him stuck in there.” And even if the idea of getting rid of Tony is tempting, they don’t really need more people stuck in pods.

He shifts his attention to the control panel and the small monitor attached to it. There is something familiar to this aside from being the same alien technology he has come to know from staying at the hospital.

One of them had proven he wasn't above involving the kids in his bullshit, so that warning was duly heeded with an icy glare. Tony had to get this guy out of here before he did something worse. First, he had to thaw enough to assure Leonardo, "No change means nothing is getting worse. These are stasis beds, so as long as he is in there, we know the situation is stable." For anyone who wasn't incredibly impatient, that was good news; they had as long as they needed to solve the problem. Unfortunately, Tony wasn't terribly patient, and he was already moving away, confirming, "Which one?" with a point toward the other pods that Donnie had been examining. He didn't need much direction once he spotted the screwdriver abandoned on the floor, and crouched to assume a mirror of the same position Donnie had been in, before he was blinked. He must have been trying to open this panel. Twirling the screwdriver in one hand, Tony passed the other over the metal.

Okay, gross? Leo looks uncertainly between the two of them, but Tony is already moving on.

He’s not entirely reassured. Nothing’s getting worse, but it isn’t necessarily getting better, either. Donnie needs actual help, and Leo isn’t very patient himself. He wants something to start happening.

He follows Tony over, eyes going wide when he sees him grabbing the screwdriver.

“Hey, didn’t you hear what I said? Do you want to get shocked too!?”

Well, he wasn't the one speaking of having wet dreams while looking at an unconscious teenage turtle. And for all Wesker has learned and observed of Stark and his lot he wouldn't put it past the man to somehow be responsible for this situation just to come out as the savior of the day. Which isn't a tactic Wesker is unfamiliar with. It's been only one of the many ways Umbrella had operated and garnered trust and misled the public for decades - And often its own employees as well.

To Wesker nothing is more clear than that Tony Stark craves attention. He wants to be the admired hero. He wants others to depend on him and ultimately do as he tells them to. If Wesker had any say in the matter, this man would have been dead long ago. But unfortunately Wesker has no say in the matter. So he sets on ignoring the man and focuses on the task at hand.

In previous scenarios his Security expertize allowed Wesker to bypass similar security measures. But for some reason nothing he tries on the pod grants him the access he would need, which is perplexing enough. At least from the looks of it, Donatello seems perfectly fine. Merely trapped. What they need is someone that has access to the pods and their controls.

"Yeah, okay, let's all stand around staring at each other, that'll help," Tony replied, but he was glaring at Wesker's back for his significant contribution to the project. He continued when he actually looked Leonardo's way to insist, "If I can figure out what actually happened, we'll know what we're actually trying to fix," and waved the kid closer. "Do it again, the diagnostics, walk me through it." In the meantime, he was carefully notching the screwdriver into the scratched seam.

Leo hesitates again, staring at Tony. From where he’s standing this is a stupid idea, and doesn’t address the fact that his brother got shocked and now he’s not waking up.

“Uuugh, fine, but don’t blame me when you end up in a pod right next to him.”

Leo pulls Donnie’s goggles back down over his eyes and clicks on the pod until he can pull up the command line again. He inputs the same command as last time, then watches as the pod begins its diagnostics.

“Okay… it’s running. …Huh.” He can’t understand everything he’s looking at, but… “It has a record of the energy it just put out.”

To shock Donnie. Like it’s going to shock Tony, if he isn’t careful…

"How about we don't try to fix something that appears to be working as intended." Wesker argues while closing the readouts he has been able to get from the machine before turning around to set his eyes on the impending repeat of Donatello's mistake. Damn. This man would hear about someone getting shot by his own gun because they foolishly decided to keep it on their person while having a MRI scan and decide the correct approach is to take more guns into the same MRI scanner because the issue can't be foolishness but must be in the flawlessly working machine.

He steps away from the pod and starts to swiftly march back towards the exit, but not without fixing his eyes on Leonardo. "Make sure he doesn't hurt himself or breaks anything. I will be back shortly. Then we get your brother out of there."

They had been in here for an excruciating lifetime already and Tony still hadn't solved the problem, so he probably deserved that deliberate misinterpretation and only grit his teeth, glad to watch Wesker go out of the corner of his eye. Ideally, they could get Donnie free and be gone before they had to deal with him again. Tony was still tense as he rose curiously at Leonardo's observation, to consider the screen himself. "It wasn't a random discharge, it's a security feature," he was willing to accept then, with the evidence of careful management and diligent recording in front of him. "Good job, sweetheart, keep it up, what else you got for me?"

The whole thing relied on steady power. Why were they bothering to play by the same rules? With a glance up and around like he was searching for something, Tony suddenly asked the air, "Enide, beautiful, you up?" Snatching up the screwdriver and turning back toward where Donnie was contained, he continued seamlessly, "If there isn't a failsafe, we'll just crack this thing open. Enide, throw the breaker for this room, we're doing some repairs, safety first."

Nothing happened. After a beat, the strange, synthetic voice of the ship rang out, "I do not understand the designation, 'this room'."

Frustrated, and standing over Donnie's bed with the screwdriver clenched in his fist like a knife, Tony demanded, "This one, the one I'm standing in right now. You know where everyone else is all of the time."

The voice didn't seem to have an answer for that.

Sweetheart? Is that the machine or him?

Leo doesn’t have time to puzzle that out, because things happen very fast. The doctor leaves without explaining what he’s doing or where he’s going, and then Tony starts addressing that weird ship AI as Enide.

Who is completely unhelpful. Great.

“Do we even want to turn the power off? What if he needs it?”

"The power is what is keeping that thing sealed," Tony pointed out, scanning around again. "If our conclusion right now is that he needs to be in there, then, great, job done, let's hit the showers." If the ship wasn't going to help, Tony would go to the source of the power himself, crouching down to find the likely point of connection that was feeding energy to the pod.

“That’s why I wanted a doctor, but he just left!”

Leo groans in frustration, running his hands over his face again. Why did he think he should contact Tony? Because he thought Donnie would want him here, but Leo isn’t sure it’s actually helping. Then again he doesn’t think the other guy is helping either…

Leo comes close to the force field again, looking down at Donnie. He’s way too still, it’s unnerving. He puts his hand against it, wishing he could touch his brother.

“We can’t just screw around here. Dee… he has to be okay. If anything happens to him…” Leo trails off, his throat suddenly very tight.

That doctor caused exponentially more problems than Tony had ever seen him solve, but it wasn't a great time to assure Leonardo that his departure was probably in their best interest. He hadn't responded at all to the encouragement, the current was clearly going the other way already. "He'll be back," Tony murmured instead, not sure that was even true, as he kept his focus on his search.

He chanced looking up as the kid came closer, and immediately regretted it, quickly looking respectfully away from the humiliating display of emotion. "He's been through worse than a nap," he replied, even an conversational like he hadn't heard Leonardo's anxiety. "Did you know he fought a vampire? On his own, middle of the night, didn't even get bit."

The comment is surprising, enough to shock Leo out of his uncharacteristic display of emotion. Leo takes a deep breath and pulls his normal expression back on. He’s the face man, he can face in any situation.

“Yeah?” Leo laughs. “That doesn’t surprise me - he’s a badass.” He squints at Tony. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, or he’ll be annoying.”

That was a better tone, and Tony risked glancing back up again when he had his brief smile back under control and could insist seriously, "He's already annoying." Under his hands, the panel he had been working free from the wall behind the bed came loose, and he could duck back into his work as he continued, "That's why you like him so much. I'm definitely telling him, by the way. I could have said he punched a dragon, and you would have believed me."

Immediately, Leo bristles. Tony’s right, but still!

“Would not! Besides, whatever he’s done, I do ten more impressive things before lunch!”

So there!

“What are you doing?”

"Well, he has, so now I've got to tell him you think he's scared of dragons," Tony replied, grimacing like Leonardo had put him in a very awkward position. Who wanted to hear something like that about their own brother? Meanwhile, he was digging the flashlight out of his toolbelt to try to get a better view inside this wall, because it really should have housed more than plumbing, but all he was seeing was pipes. "I told you, I'm trying to shut the power off, no power no pod."

“Now you’re just trying to entrap me.”

In any other situation, kicking him into the pipes would be appealing. But he does want Donnie out of the pod, so he doesn’t do that.

He leans forward to look. “I don’t see a plug…”

It’s about that time when Wesker finally returns only to find the unlikely pair seemingly in the process of dismantling a different part of the room.

“I see you have somehow managed not to end up in a pod yourself.” He remarks dryly while returning to the pod occupied by Leonardo’s brother. It not makes sense. He can understand what it’s doing and how to use the controls.

The data points remain extraordinary pieces of technology, making the trip back to his ship worthwhile. Too bad none of the information gained from them is permanent. But after heading back to his assigned ship and changing his expertise to Medical, the pods and their controls are a lot less of an enigma.

The man finds his way back to the occupied pod and brings its control panel back up.

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