sixthiterationlogs | Here's to my future, Here's to my yesterday

WHO: Tony Stark
WHERE: Village, Forge, Spring
WHEN: September 29th - October 7th
OPEN TO: Marked prompts are locked, ota marks are ota
WARNINGS: Swearing, descriptions of canon appropriate violence, recreational weed use

September 29th - [ Locked to Iron Bull, Kamala, Elena, Steve Rogers ]

He doesn't know why he thought it'd be a stroke of midnight kind of deal, a bibbity-bobbity-fuck-you' sort of thing but, well, he thought it'd be one moment of having a full, unscarred chest and all his youthful spring and a jolt before he went back to having a chest full of shrapnel scarring and shitty, shitty knees. A more gradual decline is- well. Probably less traumatic and more reasonable, thank you mysterious sciencey bullshit magic overlords, but no thank you, not really. By the time he makes his way to the Inn some of the grey hair's back, the ache in his shoulders from working the forge hard and long for the last two weeks, settling in, an odd hitch to his breathing he cant quite peg as being mostly normal until it wasn't. It's nothing, he's fine, this was expected, right? Right. Just means he takes a little bit longer to squint down at his notes while he eats lunch, stands up slow as his spine pops like a set of firecrackers when he clears out.

Work, predictably, slows down somewhat at the Forge. He can't hit as hard, as long, as he might've the day before- which is probably a sign shit is going down with his system but denial thy name is Tony 'Fuck You I Reject Your Reality And Substitute My Own' Stark. He's not going to give in to the fact the hammer feels heavier, drawing the wire feels more difficult, or that he's got a building migraine (Which he hadn't had for the past two weeks, what a fucking joy it's been). Nope. He's sweating, taking breaks, and denying that he should probably just. Take a day. One more hour? Maybe two.

End of the day- earlier than he's been clearing out for the last while- and he's resigned himself to taking maybe one or two days of just to recover. Admitting that yeah, he's back to how he was when he arrived, now (minus the hole Thanos gave him) at least to himself Tony's taking a not so long walk to the Fountain for a bucket to shut down the forge- leaving it to burn attended for that Long? Asking for trouble. It's not the walk to the Fountain. It's not dropping the bucket in and filling it, it's hauling it up that hits him hardest. He manages- barely, to get it up to the lip before that hitch he's had all day doubles down and locks in with, oh, right, he's missing parts of his lungs and shit- and he's forgotten how to breathe through it. Tony slumps against the ledge, hand pressed to his chest, eyes squeezed shut as he tries and fails to get any actual air in his mangled lungs.

October 1 - 7th OTA

Two days of weren't exactly enough after pushing so hard for so long and letting it all catch up to him- Tony'll never admit it, not in a million years, but he's...taking it easy. Handling theoretical work for the time being. Which means research at the School House, or hiking all the way over to the Mill to see what he's working with RE getting some kind of analog power set up- or making a hydroelectric power a more consistent kind of deal. He'd been by before but now? It's less pacing and measuring, more sitting, listening to the wheel work, and letting his mind wander. It's actually kind of peaceful.

The hooka of weed probably doesn't hurt much either, but joint pain is joint pain and self medicating is something he's got a history of. As long as he's tucked up in the mill he's not likely to expose Pete or Kamala to the terrible habit. Theoretical Engineering under the influence has always led to some interesting (only somewhat implausible) ideas. Couldn't hurt.

Most nights he makes the trek out to the Springs- only once measuring a flattish area for changing stalls or whatever before giving up on it for the time being. His stuff's packed up somewhere safe (in a zebra print bag that use to be a snuggie, tied to a tree) He's got a canteen of water and a few peaches to gnaw on. Might as well double dip on bullshit accelerated healing assistants.

Later still, when he can't sleep, when he can't work due to lack of light or lack of energy he sits on the porch of House 34 staring out into the night, mug of tea at his elbow. Quiet. Contemplative like he normally isn't, hands twisting and turning a length of delicate chain between his fingers as he wills himself into exhaustion- or at the very least attempts to do so.

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The school house is terribly exciting for Natalia, who has plenty of experience with book learning but no knowledge of basic crafts or other things commonly ascribed to 'peasants' by those responsible for her education and social appearances. It's hard to choose which book to read first. She goes from shelf to shelf, adding more books to the pile in her arms at every stop. Soap making, weaving, woodworking, hunting, even one book about being a housewife makes the cut.

She drops her books at the first table she comes to without realizing there's already someone here.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

This is, if nothing else, the most nostalgic moment he's had in awhile. Buried in textbooks, taking notes, sketching out ideas to fill in the blanks he can't quite recall off the top of his head- refrigeration, combustion, aqueducts, generators. The bare bones basics of his usual fabrication needs all laid out- and some of his notes caught under a stack someone else drops on the table.

Tony jolts, rubbing at his eyes as his attention swings up. "Could be worse, you could've dropped your books on my hand."

Wiggling his fingers he tugs his diagrams free, trying to take up less than all of the table.

Natalia chuckles, but it’s sheepish. She hopes she wouldn’t be that distracted, but she didn’t even realize there was someone else in the building. She shifts her books around so he can get his notes out from under them all.

As he reclaims the papers she catches a glimpse of some of the contents.

“What is all this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

"Research. First step in R&D. Most of what I work with is a few...hundred years ahead of most of this shit but, this is what we've got." So it's worth researching, seeing what he can build with what they've got available. What loopholes he could get around techwise.

Never before had he wanted the arc reactor back quite so badly. "What've you got there?"

She hums thoughtfully, still trying to work out what she's looking at in those diagrams when he asks his question.

"Just a few things I'd like to learn, since I'm struck here." Recalled to her original task she pulls a chair over to her space and picks up the top book from her pile: A Woman's Guide to Housekeeping. She's not sure what makes it particular to women, but it seems like a good place to start as far as basic skills go.

"We do have a guide for just about everything relevant to our level of technology, don't we?" And a few things he could probably extrapolate from to get them closer to something familiar to anyone not of this particular time period. Though multiverse theory does make some of that shit dicey.

"If you see anything over here-" He flicks to his many, many stacks of reference books. "That you want? Let me know."

"Thank you." She starts looking through them immediately. She really wants to get this difficult learning process out of the way.

Sadly, most of the titles just confuse her.

"Ah... I think these may be a little advanced for me."

"What's the one that makes the most sense? I can work backward from there till we hit something you can get your head around-" Education isn't an overt passion of Tony's but- the more informed people are, the more skilled they can be, the better they can make their lives.

Knowledge is power, all that. "Honestly, finding something you're interested in and working from there's a better approach to picking up the harder sciences."

She looked them over, but most of the technology of Tony's world wasn't compatible with that of Natalia's. They differed on very fundamental levels, and the terminology differed accordingly.

"This one," she says, pointing out a spine titled simply 'electricity'. "I've heard of this."

"...Huh. Okay- the physics and math in play there can be a bit much to jump into." But he pulls the book open since it's relevant both to this conversation and his current sketches of the mill. "I take it electricity isn't all that common where you're from?"

Training himself out of assuming things are standard is something he's working on. It's. Not easy, but he's trying. That counts, right?

"No, we use fonons instead. I'm not really sure how electricity works, at least not outside of lightning." Learning about it hasn't really been a priority, but if there's a book readily available it seems silly not to at least take a peek.

Here's to my future, Here's to my yesterday

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