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WHO: Tony and...I don't know, there's some predetermined stuff, and some ambiguously open stuff in here. Check in at the Shenanigans plotting post if you're feeling unsure and need a formal invitation.
WHERE: The forge, the not-library
WHAT: Tony has a gift for Jon, and is trying to make a much more misguided gift for Poe. Some early speeder bike development catch all, if you like.
WHEN: Early February, Agrii Valentines Celebration
WARNINGS: Glitter?

a. The forge [OTA! If you just want to bring your own project, this is a good place]
The first shimmering fleck that caught Tony's eye fell onto his cheek, making him wink with his face twisted in surprise before carefully retrieving it with a finger pressed to the...plastic? It stuck easily to his skin, but Tony could only frown at it, baffled, and glance back toward the forge curiously, expecting the chimney to be pouring out some foreign element among the plume of dark smoke. He was on his back under the body of the vehicle that Cayde had called a sparrow, Poe had called a speeder, and was probably neither of them, really, as Tony slowly brought it together, the Iron Man kneeling in the grass next to him to Jack up the whole assembly for Tony to rework the fuel array again. Eventually, he would get this thing working.

As more of the strange precipitation began to flurry through the sky, clumping together against the seams of the Iron Man and through the bricks of the forge, Tony had to sit up and consider very seriously that this was...glitter. As he stared at the armor, he could see some of the more fanciful details--the heart shapes, the stars, making him raise a lip in confusion, then glance around again, seeking a source. It just seemed to be, warm and shimmery and catching the early light in a dancing array over the skyline.

By the time the sun had properly risen, he had disturbed Catra trying to sleep by the fire by clattering around in the forge, searching for empty vessels to collect as much of the strange glitter as possible. Impulsively, he had snatched at the bouquet of flowers he found by her head, only to have them burst in his hand and make him yelp, dancing away from the glitter bomb with his hand coated now in pink and red. He was much slower to pick up the card that had been with the bouquet, pinched carefully between two fingers until it didn't seem to be a bomb as well, the Agrii's pictures making him snort. Of course. It went up with the notes from Cayde and Jon that were clipped over his workbench, slouching against Cayde's map and funnelling more of the glitter throughout the day to gather in the folds of Jon's still designs.

By the time he was back to working on the bike, there were bowls and jars arranged against the walls and among the grass, incrementally measuring the shimmering downpour. This was going to be wreaking havoc on any meal production, Tony realized, so Tommy wasn't as likely to show up today, leaving him to grumble at the pile of tools and components that had been left around the weedy patch where he worked without the kid to find anything for him in this mess.

b. The library? [For Jon, but feel free to crash this party]
If Tony was going to try to understand the Agrii, and he would rather not, he hazarded a guess that whatever this glitter storm and gifting was about, it was something of an apology for the storm that they had come crashing into, or the giant pest problem that the Agrii had neglected to warn them about. Maybe that was just where Tony's head was, though, because he had plenty of his own apologies to make, and a misguided gift was historically how he dealt with that. Did he have something in common with the Agrii? Jesus.

Trying not to think too hard about that possibility, he came gliding slowly into the library on the Iron Man's skates, leaving rivulets in the dusting of glitter on the floor behind him. He carried what would have been a familiar shape to Jon, despite being wrapped as it was in what looked like a scrap of leather, against his armored chest; an acquisition from the replicator that he had impulsively requested just after replacing his sunglasses, then finding himself very overwhelmed with the amount of stuff he could really use at the forge. Taking the stairs down into the basement wasn't quite as smooth, producing a strange, very heavy thunk-thunk-thunk as he rolled carelessly down each step, the momentum depositing him against the desk that rattled with the lurch. He didn't really intend to stay, but had a quick look around for the Countess, hoping maybe she would display a tiny bit less annoyance upon seeing him so he could pretend Jon wasn't as annoyed with him as well. Yeah, that would totally work, Tony would feel great about that and all of his problems would be solved. He sighed into the mask when he didn't spot the animal, leaving the book on the desk and pushing himself back toward the stairs. It would be pretty obvious who it could have been from, Tony thought, even if Jon had no context for the author 'Reed Richards'--only a few pages into the forward of this physics text- cum-autobiography and it was already colourful with the caped heroes of Tony's world, and how they shaped the natural laws around them. And the library had just expanded exponentially, even if Jon wasn't particularly keen on the gesture and couldn't be convinced that Billy was clearly being very thoughtful.

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Jon could take all the time he needed to with Tony watching happily below, despite the glitter gathering in his lashes at this angle making him blink and shake his head. By the time Jon spun to face him, Tony was grinning wolfishly, what 'suggestions' Tony might have had inspired by the trek evident in how he braced Jon close to the shelf with one hand on the ladder and head tilted with a coquettish flutter of his lashes.

That teasing was easily derailed by the idea of Lauri-Ell doing any physical training with Jon; a severe mismatch in skill, as far as Tony was concerned. "Yeah, you should be leaving that to the boulder-clearing experts. Training?" he asked, his voice just a little higher and tighter than he intended it to be with a suspicious squint of his eyes, that he tried to shake off with a cough, totally cool, he was definitely fine with whatever they were doing together with Jon's body, she wasn't intimidatingly kind and beautiful in any way that threatened Tony. "The fuel," he continued abruptly, at a far more normal octave. "That's something. That I asked you about, a while ago, you remember, the flying bike thing..."

Finding himself trapped isn't the worst outcome as far as Jon is concerned. The fact alone that Tony is closing in on him again also only seems to approve his suspicion that something is wrong with that armor, but at that moment it's rather the tone of Tony's voice that catches his attention, making Jon look up to meet the other man's eyes with a curiously raised brow. Was that a hint of jealousy?

"She is helping me, Tony." Jon decides to clarify, not entirely able to reign in that small bit of a smug undertone from his voice. "She offered to train those interested in it a while ago, remember? On the network. And I- Well. I decided to take her up on the offer. And I'm thankful she's putting up with me. God knows most everyone on this planet would rather train with Steve than some guy hoping to appeal to his boyfriend." He pauses there, letting a little smile tug at the corner of his mouth, one hand raised as if about to reach out and yet not quite daring to do so.

Instead, he nods once. "I've got your fuel."

The rest of those words were supposed to cover up any revealing discomfort, so Jon's expression and insistence on clarifying so pointedly had Tony slightly backing away in defence, hand over his heart instead to scratch restlessly at the threadbare fabric there and trying very hard not to flush too obviously. If he knew he was going to be out of the suit, he would have brought his glasses.

He did remember that offer of Lauri-Ell's, so he gave a short nod, but had quickly dismissed it as definitely not meant for him, after their poor first encounter. Hopefully, Jon hadn't been trying out that teasing about 'appealing to his boyfriend' on her, that would probably sour the mood. "Listen, if that boyfriend hasn't been telling you every day that you're beautiful, he's probably not worth that kind of work," he pointed out, snappy and dismissive with a pout that suggested that may have actually stung a little bit, too. It wasn't like this hadn't come up before. "Uh, but, she obviously knows what she's doing, I mean, look at her, that's...good for you. She's really--she'd like you," he tried, sure Lauri-Ell would handle Jon as gently as she had the flowers in the greenhouse. "I don't think she'd offer if she didn't mean it. No one's putting up with you, and I'm sure watching you do stretches is very engaging, valid return on investment."

Seeing Tony back away has Jon's expression fall and he winces notably upon realizing just what has happened - What he has done.

"Shit, Tony, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to devalue your words like that. I didn't think and- That wasn't fair of me." Taking a tentative shuffle forward, Jon reaches towards towards Tony's elbow, yet doesn't try to actually touch the man right away. Instead he sighs, eyes shifting away guiltily. "...I... I think I just- No. You're right. It wasn't right to try using you as an excuse for my experiment. I apologize. But I-" He takes a deep breath before finally looking back up. "I wanted to know. If this- If it makes a difference for my body at all. And I thought if it did, you- You wouldn't mind?"

Jon looking guilty and apologetic wasn't a much better expression, especially when he was already looking particularly owlish without his glasses, making Tony try to quickly wave off the apology because he hadn't even meant it like that. At least Jon was distracted from Tony's embarrassment, and his approach was welcome enough that Tony didn't really notice how tentative his reaching was, wrapping both arms around his neck to pull him into a hug before he had to close the distance himself. It might have been a little possessive yet. "No, it's--I'm sorry that I haven't been much--help," he tried to articulate better instead of being kind of an asshole about it. He was working on it, he could be as nice as Lauri-Ell. He might have gone on to try to bury that in more distracting babbling before they started apologizing at each other, but he didn't expect Jon to say 'experiment'.

"Do you mean, like, in general...?" he was distracted by, because that just might have been the way Jon's weird body issue was manifesting and it wasn't completely surprising that he would phrase it that way, but he could have easily meant that he didn't think his body worked like that. Which was...something. "I mean," he managed to catch up, frowning at himself for not taking the easy cue first, "please, as long as you don't expect me to start running with you at 5 AM, I can't imagine any part of your body that I would mind. Maybe ask me again if you're thinking about cutting parts off, I have some favourites."

Being pulled close and into that hug is a welcome change and Jon quite willingly wraps his own arms around Tony in response, allowing himself a moment of pressing his face into the other man's chest and inhaling that familiar scent in that familiar warmth and the resulting familiar security. He has to turn his head a little to the side to give an answer. "I mean that- You must have noticed that I've lost weight here. And I tried eating normal food, believe me. It changed nothing." Sure, he has his tapes to feed himself, but on the long run that's little better than trying to live off cup noodles.

"I... I don't really know what my body is still capable of and what it isn't. I know I still sweat and get tired even though I don't necessarily need to sleep." He assumes it's rather tied to how things stand with his overall energy and therefore it's another matter tied to is feeding. "...but I also feel weak. And I have been wondering if... Well. If my body is still capable of even developing muscles the traditional way." Or if with the entire rest it just comes down to him feeding properly. "Can't say I have an answer yet, but... I at least found the stretching rather relaxing. We could do those together if you like."

Then, he gives a little shake of his head. "...and don't worry. I lost a rib already and it hurt. Pain is not something I enjoy."

Of course Tony had noticed, but Jon hadn't seemed keen on any of the solutions that Tony had proposed so far, and he hadn't had much success conceptualizing synthetic fear to try to fill in that gap. He shifted his hold around Jon while he frowned at this problem, letting one arm drape down Jon's back while the other curled around to stroke a thumb behind his ear while Tony nuzzled his scattered anxiety into his hair.

"Whether or not it is capable, it won't be if it's not getting fed," Tony pointed out. Muscle development didn't happen without the diet to support it, for anyone that wasn't a supersoldier. "So, listen, it can't hurt--Don't push yourself into passing out on me again or anything, but don't get too down on yourself if you don't look like Lauri-Ell any time soon." Tony was having a difficult time imagining that reality, and quickly diverted back to the much more appealing, "You want to show me? I promise, I'll be very professional, I'll only comment explicitly on your ass once. Twice if you hurt yourself. Don't tell the big gal, though, she might not like me knowing her training secrets."

As of now Jon has successfully avoided leaving any of those brought here by their hosts with eternally repeating, terrible nightmares of himself watching them suffer and in a way he takes a little pride in that. In a way it feels like he has successfully avoided to fall to an addiction, though he remains perfectly aware that this isn't an addiction but something he needs to survive. And yet the only times he has dared to go hunt has been when they were on other planets, far away from Agra 10 and leaving him hoping the distance would interfere with the dreams.

It doesn't.

Jon lets himself enjoy the embrace for a moment, murmuring a noise of understanding at Tony's initial words and he would have sighed if what follows hadn't make him chuckle instead. "That's hardly a look I can realistically pull off and I can't say I'm sad about this awareness." Lauri's level may be just a tad... Much for him.

The sigh that actually follows is a soft one. One that speaks of tension being released. "I think by now I can live with your commentary, though."

At least they were on the same page about how built Jon probably should be, making Tony breathe a laugh in return as he swept his hand down Jon's back prepared to tease him for what a real Lauri-Ell apprenticeship could turn him into. Tony's fingers danced over the ribs that he had counted a hundred times, though, tickling carefully down the soft give of his side where they should have continued and very aware of how Jon had been hurt.

"Yeah, I think I can put up with you most of the time, too, boss," he did respond with another baffled laugh, not sure how else to take that, as he nudged Jon's chin up to consider the mark still lingering from his encounter with the spiders. What Tony saw was a scar that he had given Jon, no better for him than whoever had been ripping bones out of him or burning his hand, his failures to Jon manifesting unavoidably where Tony could run a careful finger just under the mark then press an apologetic kiss to his temple. "I'll figure something out, I'll fix this," he promised there, less confident now than ever.

That laugh from Tony rings pleasantly in Jon's ears and he closes his eyes to let it flow through the rest of himself as well, briefly following the path of Tony's hand and those tracing, counting fingers.

Unlike Tony, Jon isn't inclined at all to blame the man for his run-in with the aggressive arachnids. If anything, it has been his own fault for being there at the mall when night came. He hasn't been there because Tony has asked him to, either. His presence there has been his own fault and that's how Jon has been treating it. He blinks once, out of reflex, when the finger brushes past his eye, glancing briefly towards the digit before back at Tony himself. Which is a sight he loses a moment later at the gentle kiss pressed to his temple and the offered promise.

Not certain what it is Tony seeks to fix this time, Jon reaches up with one hand, carefully withdrawing it from where he has had it wound around Tony's torso to place that hand against Tony's face first, then move it further up and into his glitter-covered hair, almost as if to keep him close when he whisper. "I love you, Tony." And there is the briefest pause before he adds: "How about we fix this?"

Tony gladly tipped his cheek into the touch, meeting Jon's hand with a gentle hold around his wrist to keep it there and faintly pouting as it continued into his hair, but he wasn't in a place to be any more stubborn. He acquiesced instead by dropping his hand to lock together with the other behind Jon's back as he let Jon hold his gaze despite the anxious flutter of his heart at Jon's declaration, and only dropped his focus between them to nod, of course, that was what he meant, he just needed the reminder and he definitely wasn't getting embarrassed again. Was that what that was?

With another cough, he bent slightly to catch Jon around the thighs and lift him easily off the ground, already talking rapidly, "You mean this ladder? Yeah, it's a nightmare, you're absolutely right, you should have called me ages ago, I'm going to come in here some day and find that animal eating your eyeballs because you broke your neck." He deposited Jon's weight on a rung a few feet off of the ground, where Tony could grin up at him and raise his eyebrows at the Countess peering narrowly down at them over the edge of the shelf. "Be honest, you ever make out in a library? We can pretend the Countess is the librarian, and you're a freshman just trying to get your bearings and find your textbooks," he proposed with another flutter of his lashes, his role in this play evidently a very innocent and helpful one.

Unfortunately there isn't a guarantee that no embarrassment may happen in the future. But at least for the moment it is easily directed onto Jon, who just yelps in surprise at being picked up and finds himself blinking somewhat stupidly at the entirely unexpected course Tony has so rapidly changed their conversation onto.

"T-Tony..." Jon starts, a familiar sputtering back in his voice as his mind unrolls the other man's proposition and he can't help but look up towards the animal up on the shelf himself, face heating up a little too obviously for Jon's liking. "...wow." Is what he mutters next, which is followed by a quick shake of his head as he pulls his attention back down before he scrambles for words. "I mean- No. Libraries were-- Only ever sought them out for books?" At least he has instinctively come to hold onto Tony's shoulder at some point during the move, so his hand can now give it a little squeeze a short moment before Jon utters a somewhat random thought "I'm not sure the Countess wants to be involved in this..."

The yelping and stuttering was more familiar feedback, coaxing an easier snicker from Tony as Jon tried to organize his thoughts and Tony worked to keep them scattered with a teasing press of his fingertips where he held behind Jon's knee. Of course he had a very serious answer for his very serious respect for an important institution, and Tony nodded sagely as though he had any respect himself before leaning in slowly to steal a chaste kiss anyway, gaze still raised to the watchful Countess and expecting her possessive streak to interrupt. She gave a bland lick to her paw and shake of her wings.

Tony had hardly pulled away when he wondered, "Have you tried asking Cal?" With equilibrium restored and a dazzling distraction between him and his anxiety, Tony could continue more confidently with the program he had been running in the background, "He can sense things, that happened before. Fear and anger, dark things. Maybe he can...give them to you."

Jon doesn't have much of an eye for the mothcat, who in turn also loses interest in her humanoid visitors shortly after that little kiss that leaves a tingling on Jon's lips and a little twitch in his fingertips. When has his hand that isn't on Tony's shoulder found its way on the man's waist? Just another mystery...

The question takes a moment to filter through to Jon's mind, and he blinks in response, taking a moment to put meaning to those words. Then he frowns for a moment, then perks up. "O-oh! Right! Yeah- yes! He-- He may have... Found something? In the caves. Apparently it's dreadful there. Lots of pain, fear and misery. It- It hurt him to be there? To see the things from the past. What happened in those caves to the Agrii seeking shelter. There... I actually wanted to go there." Since he can pick up on this lingering fear at least as well.

That sounded promising, and while it briefly took Tony by surprise, he found he wasn't all that shocked to realize Jon might have had a solution to his hunger problem that he hadn't been giving himself the time to pursue. So, maybe Tony was a little overeager when he proposed, "Do you want to call him?" with a tip of his head toward the door, figuring Cal was a necessary part of this puzzle after hearing the way he talked about the caves. Tony had no idea how much of that environmental fear Jon could also sense, and Cal had made it sound like it was intense for him--a veritable buffet, with no one left to hurt in the process. "The armor's already here, we can fly, be there before you know it."

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"These caves didn't take kindly to him, Tony. I- I'm not sure he is too keen to return to them. And I'd rather not see him get hurt again. You remember BD-1's message, right?" The distress of the little droid. And neither of them being there to actually help Cal...

His hand moves to seek out Tony's and give it a squeeze. "I don't think either of us will be affected the same way he was. We will be safe."

Tony wasn't particularly worried about any of them being safe, just didn't know how effective the mission would be without Cal as a guide and potential...chef. He hadn't really worked through the concept yet; he could barely conceptualize each one of their power sets, never mind how they might interact. Jon just reminded him that maybe he should consider the consequences before leaping into action, making him hesitate briefly with a squeeze around Jon's hand in return before promising, "Right, I'll take care of you, nothing to worry about. We'll check it out."

He was pointedly careful to back away then, conscious of Jon's hold on his hand, making sure Jon had his balance before leaving him to head back toward the stairs where he could reach the Iron Man again. It only took a gesture, calling the unassembled pieces up into the library stacks in the same faint glow that they had come apart with, gathering them gracefully around Tony's body.

Both parts of the response he receives, the verbal as well as the physical one, make Jon smile in return and nod while moving to follow Tony's guidance back onto his own two feet and then watch him walk over to the stairs. He's glad they can agree that keeping Cal unharmed is a worthwhile ambition. And just checking the caves can't be too complicated in his opinion.

Jon tries not to frown when the pieces of armor reappear to encase Tony. Though he will admit that it's better to be prepared and therefore makes to slowly follow the other man, his own hands now coming together before himself. "The armor can carry us both?"

With the helmet closing over his face, Tony's voice took on the slightly robotic modulation of Iron Man, flattening Tony's familiar flippant, "Of course." He waved a hand then, though, because that wasn't quite the whole code and he had to admit, "You're not that heavy. We should be able to make the round trip without a recharge." Tony had a vague idea of where the caves were, anyway. There was a small margin of error.

Barrelling on before Jon could think too much about that, he insisted, "Come on," waving Jon on to head for the doors and open air where Iron Man could properly demonstrate his abilities. Once outside, he was going to have to directly confront actually encouraging Jon to touch the suit if he did mean to carry him. Putting that off as long as possible, Tony gestured to his boots where Jon could stand and mimed the curl of his arm so Jon knew what to expect from this ride before he finally hesitated long enough to ask, "You're okay with this?"

No, Jon certainly isn't heavy, and the small gesture of exasperation he makes at the comment may or may not transmit his feelings on the matter as he steps outside, following the instructions with just a single slightly raised brow.

Once outside, Jon takes a moment to consider the suit with Tony in it in its entirety once more, one hand on his hip and head inclined a tiny bit while Tony basically instructs him to step onto his toes. "Well," He says at last. "I can't promise you I won't scream, but- I trust you. I trust you not to drop me and take us to the beach in one piece." Which also implies at least some trust in Tony's constructed armor, even though Jon doesn't outright say it.

The step he takes forward to close the gap between them is accompanied by a bit of a quizzical look however, with Jon carefully watching whether or not Tony backs away from the approach.

That wasn't much, just don't drop him, but it still made Tony feel hot and slightly sick in the armor because don't let him get brained by a spider didn't sound like a very tall order, either. He had some basics to prove, evidently, making him flinch once Jon was close enough, but he didn't draw away entirely this time. His metal toes could handle being stepped on, and with deliberate care he secured Jon against his chest with one arm, every press of it against Jon fluttering with minute adjustments as Tony calculated every curve to not press too hard or let him go. "It's going to be great, like a roller coaster," he said, smile in his voice. Plenty of screaming happened on roller coasters, and only a few people died.

The only further warning Jon got was Iron Man lifting his face to the sky, plotting his path before the repulsors whined and launched them straight up, into the air. They shot upward, where Jon could keep on his toes if he wanted to for now, rocketing rapidly past the full height of the library, and beyond several stories before Iron Man slowed enough to hover over the city, face tilted back down toward Jon inquisitively. The shimmer of the glitter at this height was like a soft glow along the skyline, and it reflected staggeringly off of the water.

Jon will make a valid effort to hold on to- Well, wherever he can get some purchase on the armor. But he is certainly glad for the strong hold provided by Tony's arm. He still closes his eyes initially at the take off, not used to this sort of acceleration. The only time he has felt something similar was when Mike Crew has made him experience a long fall to prevent him from asking any questions. But that had been a fall, while this takes him in the exact opposite direction. At least he doesn't scream, keeping his jaw clenched shut as best as he can.

He opens his eyes and relaxes his jaw again once the movement stops and after blinking twice Jon realizes that they have moved past the fall of the glitter. So he dares to take a look around, at the sparkling city beneath them. It's not a view he has had before, even when they left the planet with the little ships.

"Tony, this- It's beautiful." Jon manages while trying to turn his head further and take in even more of the view, temporarily setting aside the entire reason they have even ventured this high into the sky.

Having expected the screaming, yelping or at least grouching that Jon was so practiced at, Tony was watching him carefully and trying to sense as much as he could through the suit--heart rate, tension, temperature to get a gauge on Jon's reaction. And while all of those readings were accompanied by their own warnings for what the Iron Man recognized as stable, the flush of Jon's cheeks and curious squirming read much more clearly as exhilarated, making Tony breathe a fond laugh. Yeah, the view was pretty exceptional.

"Hey," he whispered, not feeling entirely optimistic about winning Jon's attention when he had so much to be taking in, especially not as he slowly tipped them back to take more of Jon's weight against his chest for him to acclimate for the rest of the flight that was going to be a lot more horizontal. Having Iron Man between him and the ground for a little while might make it easier to deal with. Tony didn't really mind if Jon was distracted, anyway, because he was mumbling behind the security of his mask a very belated, "I love you, too, you know."

The Iron Man didn't seem to have a slow and steady option, kicking from idling over the library into a dart across the city, aimed toward the ocean and the delicate glow of the caves.

That shift from upright to practically lying on the hard body carrying him does catch some of Jon’s attention, at least. Though it’s just a small exclamation of surprise and a quick glance to Tony to make sure this is an intended maneuver and not the beginning of them plummeting down to the ground. But seeing that they aren’t falling, Jon settles back against the armor and allows himself to keep drinking in the sight before him while he can.

He does catch those words, though, spoken in that familiar, yet slightly distorted voice that is Tony as well as the suit. And while he remains unsure as of what to feel about the suit, Jon still smiles.

Suddenly darting across the city is worth a flinch and another short noise of surprise and Jon looks up himself and past Tony’s head to see where they are going despite knowing their destination.

“Oh...” He mutters at the sight of the approaching beach and the caves, his words in all likelihood lost in their momentum, but nonetheless ones of awe. Just as the city before, seeing the beach from the sky is breathtaking. Maybe terrifying due to the height they are at and the speed they are moving with, yet still undoubtedly beautiful.

Jon was only briefly welcome to get comfortable in this position before Iron Man was rolling and pitching down closer to the treetops to better navigate around the caves. He circled the area curiously before he was pulling them upright again where he was pretty sure he spotted a reasonable entrance, and it was debatable how much of their descent was a controlled landing or a drop out of the sky. Iron Man hit the ground on his feet, but it was a heavy impact that sent a noticeable shudder through the metal before he was easing his hold on Jon.

This place was suddenly a lot more familiar to Tony, now that he was standing at the cave entrance. Maybe not covered and glitter and while the sun was still up, but he had definitely been here before and then not thought too hard about the strange glowing of the rocks. After all, plenty of things seemed to glow around this place. "Is this what Cal meant?" he asked dubiously. There were also plenty of weird, underground networks around this place.

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