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nextgenerationmarvel2012-07-07 12:59 pm
vincent_amora) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2012-07-07 12:59 pm
Nose to the Grindstone (open to science people or kidnapping notifications)
This was good. This was very good. Vincent smiled to himself as he removed the goggles he wore during final assembly of the exoskeleton he'd been working on for Stark. (He didn't need them, given his physiology, but there had been something about insurance regulations, and some comment about someone named 'Monstro' from Damage Control still wearing a hardhat.)
Well, the project he and the rest of the team had been working on. Stark had given him some stock lines about needing to learn to work as part of a team, whether or not defending the planet was involved. Not that Vincent was looking forward to admitting it, but the old man had been right. Besides not taking on all the work himself, having to explain the finer points of his designs had forced Vincent to reexamine some of the schematics and find several improvements to be made.
"Mister McDonough," Vincent addressed their first human volunteer for the prototype's testing, "Oh behalf of the company, we want to thank you again for your assistance. Are you ready to begin?"
The older man nodded, with a twinkle in his eye for some reason that Vincent couldn't quite identify, and extended his hand. It was palsied. Two of Vincent's teammates helped slip the exoskeleton in place over it. It was slightly bulky, and more than a little garish, but all the initial tests had been positive so far.
Well, the project he and the rest of the team had been working on. Stark had given him some stock lines about needing to learn to work as part of a team, whether or not defending the planet was involved. Not that Vincent was looking forward to admitting it, but the old man had been right. Besides not taking on all the work himself, having to explain the finer points of his designs had forced Vincent to reexamine some of the schematics and find several improvements to be made.
"Mister McDonough," Vincent addressed their first human volunteer for the prototype's testing, "Oh behalf of the company, we want to thank you again for your assistance. Are you ready to begin?"
The older man nodded, with a twinkle in his eye for some reason that Vincent couldn't quite identify, and extended his hand. It was palsied. Two of Vincent's teammates helped slip the exoskeleton in place over it. It was slightly bulky, and more than a little garish, but all the initial tests had been positive so far.