Visitors to the Fishbowl

Summary:
November 17, 2014: Howard Stark draws a crowd.

The Triskelion

The Headquarters, Armory and Fortress of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division is, for the most part, an unassailable tower in the midst of the diplomatic sprawl that is Midtown East. The primary intelligence clearing houses and most of SHIELD's senior leadership are all housed here, along with a veritable army of agents and staff to keep the place running, the world spinning and the weirdness at bay.


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Howard has been extremely cooperative since he was discovered and brought to the Triskelion. He's endured tests, answered questions and hasn't been a nuisance. But you can only cage someone like him up for so long.

He's gotten in to the SHIELD mainframe via the computer he was left for internet browsing. He's been poking his nose in where it shouldn't be - mostly level 1 and 2 files. Back in the day, his clearance level was much higher. But this isn't 1965. That also means his hacking abilities are a titch out of date. He managed to get in, but not without being detected.

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Melinda May has been told that someone using DOS-level commands and an internal connection has hacked into the SHIELD systems. Normally, she'd look at the IT person as if they were trying to annoy her, but she's heard of LMD Stark's arrival, and suspects that that is just about right for his current knowledge level. So, she heads toward where the man is remaining under observation to ask him nicely to quit mucking up their systems. This is why she is seen walking through the hallways at that 'I'm on a mission' pace that likely most people recognize. Especially anyone who's been on any kind of mission with her.

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Trailing behind May with much shorter strides, lab coat billowing out behind her as she attempts to keep up, is Jemma Simmons. The last time she visited Howard, she had a clip board. This time she is just gesturing with a pen. "It's really quite ingenious, you know," she's telling May as they walk. "Most of our security systems are invariably higher security, as no one uses DOS any more. Luckily, there's not much he can get with those sorts of commands. It would take him far longer and since we're on it now, we're sure to be able to make sure he doesn't do that again! Without our permission, of course. But, you know, he was part of the group the founded the agency to begin with!"

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Sara Pezzini spends more time at the Triskelion than your average police detective. On the other hand, there's the thing on her other hand - the Witchblade is something of a loose cannon in some eyes, and in an effort to keep from being conscripted or acquiring any new enemies, she's been a little more open with SHIELD about it. This time, she was actually here to report an attack on her and Steve by some charming Hydra-related folks, which was turning into an explanation when the word about the computer came through. So here she is, trailing behind May and Simmons with her hands in her pockets.

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Agent Drew is sort of trailing behind like she belongs there. Security, maybe? Well, May hasn't told her she /can't/ go see the Robo-Founder. She's curious, and, uncuriously to anyone who knows her history, not terribly fond of the whole idea of locking anyone up and just kind of… observing them. But cautious and untrusting of New Things enough not to actually object to it, and to see the wisdom in doing so. So, she's silently following the determined looking May to where they're keeping Stark. She promises not to actually poke the robot. Besides, she has some files to give to Simmons, later- best she actually knows where said scientist is. She gives the unfamiliar Sara a nod in greeting, not saying anything so as not to draw attention to herself as of yet.

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Fenris spends almost no time at the Triskelion. People tend to object to his waltzingin via casual violation of the laws of space and time. And they're about to do so again because a Way opens right behind Sara and he steps through. "Well…" He says dryly. "Isn't this the merry little gathering." It had been that which piqued his interest. The gathering of so many unusual, capable people in one spot in his hunting grounds. Into which, yes, the Tri falls.

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Clickety clickety tap tap. Howard peers through the scrolling list of directory files. He types in a file path that looks intersting and waits for the data to present itself. He didn't try to access any data through the GUI. Instead, it's all the back end files. Words spill into code as one unformatted mass of green text on a black screen. From the intent way that he's examining that screen, he can still pull information out of it. It does take a fair amount of robo-concentration though, so he's unaware of the approaching visitors.

Howard's holding lab - or the Fishbowl as he has started calling it, has glass doors secured with a key. It's got sleeping quarters and a workstation, as well as a small kitchenette. The lab section itself is further secured with a keycard. It was clearly designed for scientists pulling all-nighters (or all week-ers?) The fact that he's not in a holding cell is in deference to his reputation and his role in founding SHIELD. Still, he's technically a prisoner.

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Melinda May glances over her shoulder at abruptly hearing Fenris' voice amongst the gaggle of people following her, but she doesn't otherwise comment. Stopping at the doorway into the 'fishbowl', she gives each person a brief look — Fenris gets a longer stare — before she keys in the code to open the doors. Everyone in the fish bowl, go. She waits for everyone else to enter before steppign through the door herself.

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The other people following along in their wake are given cursory glances as Simmons continues forward with purpose. She's sure they have reasons for being here just as she does. She's one of the first through the door once it's been opened by May. Folding her arms in front of her, she watches Howard type away at the computer and lets out a sigh. "Howard." She shakes her head.

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Sara glances over at Fenris when he appears, shaking her head with a faint smirk. "Long time, no see," she drawls, nodding back to Jessica. "Is someone trying to apocalypse something, or is this just a social call?" Because there are other interesting things going on at the moment. She files in with the others, though she's less trying to get out of the way, and more trying to get a look at the screen and the person typing at it.

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Fenris chuckles. "That remains to be seen." So far as he knows the world isn't about to end, but even though he's the one who's supposed to help end it it's not clear that he'd have advanced notice. "I just saw a bunch of interesting people all get together. It made me wonder…"

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Okay, into the fishbowl Jess goes, exchanging a look with May, hers more questioning than anything when Fenris pops in. Who the hell is this guy? Do I shoot him? Stun him? Pheremone the everloving crap out of him? There are probably coded commands May has for all of these options with Jess, and we can pretend they both know them because… secret agent badasses and all that.

She makes a point of keeping herself in front of Simmons, between the scientist and the new arrival. In her experience, anyone who teleports in and talks like a Disney villain is probably /not/ a friend. Usually. And, well… Drew is pretty durable.

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Howard hears the door, hears footfalls, but he still keeps on doing what he was doing. He hears Simmons speak and he quirks a mischievous little grin. "You'd be calling me Mister Stark if I still looked like I used to, Doctor Simmons. Not that I'm complaining." He spins on the stool and blinks at the cluster of people suddenly gathered in his fishbowl. Most of them women. "Hello ladies. And gentleman. Am I a stop on the tour now? Shall I juggle?" He mimes tossing balls in the air.

The face of the man in front of them might be familiar to some, it might not. If they are actually the ages they appear to be, they'd recall a much older man. As it is, the only people who have seen Howard Stark like this are either elderly, dead, or long-lived. Or…spent some time in a freezer. Still, it's a face that's been shown more than once in documentaries about Stark Industries - and in internal historical documents about SHIELD and SSR.

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Melinda May makes her way past everyone — tossing a 'stand down' glance at Drew as she passes by the recently returned field agent — to address Stark more directly. "IT informed me that you're hacking into our systems. You need to stop." Yup, terse as always. It's very likely though that both Drew and Simmons catch what isn't said aloud by May. That the consequences of continuing to muck with SHIELD computers are undoubtedly dire.

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Drew whispers over her shoulder to Simmons. "Huh, he's flirting with you," she observes. "That says a lot for advancements in AI, I'm sure. You think he- nevermind." She's stopping that thought process right there. Oh, she'll pick it up later. But she's stopping it there for now.

"If you want something to read, Mr. Stark, I can get you some novels. You've a /lot/ to catch up on. Has anyone given you Harry Potter yet?"

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"Forgive me, then, Mister Stark," Simmons replies, though she still sounds disappointed in him. After their talk before and her exasperation at seeing the system hacked, she reverted to his first name. It must be all the files she's been reading on his history in order to get a better psychological picture of the man. For the reports. She attempts to look stern, which is easily broken by the comment from Jessica. The scientist is not the best liar, nor the best at hiding her emotions. Her cheeks flush pink at the very suggestion. "He is not," she hisses back. "This is…friendly scientist banter."

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Sara eyes Howard for a long moment, frowning slightly. Normally, he's not someone she'd recognize. But while Steve's trying to catch up on the modern world, she's spent some time looking into Steve's time, and that included pictures of one Howard Stark. "Is that…" She quirks a brow, and in a moment of support for May, steps over to the outlet to pull the plug. "Did he get defrosted, pulled out of hell, or grown in a lab?" she asks May. Because apparently these are the standard options at the moment.

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Fenris just folds his arms and watches. Golems of Stark? He remembers the face and name from his own time supporting SSR operations. He'd been posing as a French Ex-Pat at the time with the code name Loupi.

What? Don't judge.

"I wonder. Could that really be the actual Howard Stark?"

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"Give me access, then," says Howard to May. "And I won't have to hack it. You might want to look at your security, by the way. Twenty-five year old techniques shouldn't work." And normally they wouldn't. But when your last name's Stark, well. Howard turns around and hits a few keys. It pops him out of the backend of the SHIELD intranet. "If I can be trusted with the secret of my own existence, don't you think I can be trusted to know the status of projects I started in the first place?" Hmmmm? Eyebrows arch. Simmons gets a wink. "I'll be good. But you can't expect someone like me to sit and browse the internet all day long. How would /you/ feel," There's a little pause then, "Jemma?"

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He hops off the stool and rests his hands in his pockets. When Sara asks her question, he chuckes. "No one caught her up? Oh, well. Let's do that, then," He bows his head, hand on chest. "Howard Stark. Or rather…his consciousness transferred at the moment of his death into a duplicate body made of nanobots. Still me, just…slightly upgraded. And not dead. Also not an AI." Jessica gets a bit of a pointed look at that, but it's with a grin. "SHIELD scans confirmed it. Tony's scans confirmed it. It's me."

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"You know bureaucracy, Stark. Approval like that takes time." May is clearly unimpressed with the man's sense of showmanship, but she knows she has to deal with him until the paperwork is cleared. And asking Fenris to just 'fast track' the LMD's exit would only create MORE paperwork. But hopefully, very soon… At Fenris' question, May offers him a terse nod. So far as every scan they could manage, that LMD either truly is, or truly believes he is Howard Stark.

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"Okay, not an AI. But you were totally flirting with Simmons," Jess notes. Wasn't Stark… married at the moment of his death, she finds herself wondering. She's almost certain she remembers the files saying Stark's parents died together. She watches the LMD silently now, thoughtfully. A quick grieving process, a glitch in the transfer? Or just poor coping skills. Goodness knows there are a lot of geniuses running around with those, in regular old meat bodies at that.

"And you," she says to Fenris. "I don't know. You'll have to forgive me. I've been pretending to be a very bad person for about six months and have had very limited contact with civilized people."

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Gah, he's using her name against her. Of course, she started it by calling him Howard. Simmons starts to answer Sara and Fenris, but Howard does it for her. A slight frown crosses her face and she turns her attention back to the LMD in front of them.

"I wouldn't like it. But, you just hacked into SHIELD's mainframe, Mr. Stark. That doesn't prove a good trust exercise to let you wander about the rest of the building. Though, I must say, I would certainly like to know which commands you were using. I was talking to Fitz earlier about the DOS weakness which we thought was covered, but apparently not well enough…" she looks back to May and then, clears her throat. "Which is still a clear security breach." And then, quieter, again arguing with Jess, "and certainly not flirting. Or not any more than, I'm sure, is the Stark way." She's read those Vanity Fair articles on Tony Stark. Of course she has.

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"I think that qualifies as grown in a lab," Sara muses, still frowning slightly at the Howard-bot. "And also weird. Which is saying something, coming from me." She drops the plug, shaking her head, before stepping forward to offer out a hand. "Detective Sara Pezzini, NYPD, Extranormal investigations. Nice to…meet you." She's got nothing to say on the topic of hacking into SHIELD, though. You leave a robot with a computer…

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Fenris chuckles. "Interesting. He's quite lifelike. How do you feel, Stark? I don't suppose you remember me do you? C'est la vie." His french is perfectly unaccented with a hint of Burgundy. The region, not the wine.

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"You were covered, but the very architecture that the very basis of SHIELD systems were built on? Guess who designed them?" Howard grins at Simmons. "Not your fault. The good news is, I'm pretty much the only one who could exploit that backend. You don't have to worry that your secrets went anywhere." He glances to May and nods to her. "Don't suppose you could give me something to /do/ while I'm cooped up in here? I've finished Googling myself and I hold the high score on a few digital chess websites." Well, part of the lingo was right. "I hate not being useful." And some distractions would be nice, too. Poor coping skills plus free time equals…well, DOS hacking.

He turns when Sara introduces herself and accepts the handshake. He feels perfectly human. Not robotic or clammy at all. "It's weird for me too, Detective. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm a prototype, and I had a prototype failsafe. Can't say that I'm sorry, though. Otherwise I'd be…I'd be dead. And who wants that?" For a moment, he sounds an awful lot like Tony. Fenris gets a closer look when he's addressed. He stands in front of the other man and looks him up and down. Squints. "You /do/ look familiar. Remind me. Give me hints. I've got a few holes in my memory, but when I trigger new memory clusters, sometimes the whole thing unblocks."

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Melinda May stares at Howard flatly for a moment, then pulls the small, unobtrusively black drawstring backpack from her shoulder and tosses it at Howard. The contents are not heavy, and vary between soft and squishy to stick-like. "Let me know if you need more." She then crosses her arms and waits for the man's reaction while glancing to Drew to get her opinion. Silent communication for the win. "Drew. Wolfson."

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Jess hasn't /met/ Stark The Younger, at least, not for any extended amount of time, but like most everyone else, she's seen him on TV. And she's starting to see the resemblence. Huh. Fascinating. She raises an eyebrow, watching him, then looks back to May. She's not sure about Robo-Stark just yet. The questions she'd want asked aren't the kind you ask with an audience. At least, not one without verified security levels.

The Wolfson name makes her close her eyes for half a second. Old enough to know Stark. Wolf-son. Extremely powerful. The next look she gives May is slightly pained for a fraction of a second. Unspoken dismay. Asguardian? Please don't nod.

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Simmons doesn't quite have an unspoken communication bond with anyone but Fitz. And even with Fitz it's more of them talking together until they reach a mutual stream of consciousness. "I would still be interested in knowing how you did it. If you can, it may be a long shot, but others might be able to, to."

Looking at the exchange between the others and Howard, she studies Fenris all the more closely. He knew Howard? And he speaks French? Who is this guy? The scientist studies the man with an analytic gaze before she turns away to see May give Stark a bag. "Perhaps," she says softly, "We could give him a little more room to move around in?"

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"Trust me, the dying is definitely worse," Sara nods to Stark, stepping back with a faint smirk as Fenris introduces himself, shaking her head at the wolf. If he is an Asgardian, the detective is strangely comfortable with that information. "Does SHIELD have a rehab facility for people from other times? Because I think this makes three," she adds, pointing a thumb at Howard.

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"Went by Loupi once upon a time, mon ami." Fenris winks. "It's Jeremiah now. Long story." Since, you know, he didn't explain he was immortal at the time and he hasn't visibly aged. At all. One doesn't expect to run into robot versions of dead associates after all.

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Oh! What is it? A puzzle? An alien artifact? An old forgotten piece of HYDRA tech no one can sort out? Howard digs into the bag. Confusion. Then…amusement. He starts to laugh as he pulls out a ball of yarn. "I'll make you a lovely scarf, Agent May. And I expect you to wear it. Just uh, don't be surprised if I knit in a circuit board and it doubles as a tazer." He makes a garotting motion with a length of yarn. "But seriously. Surely there's something." He looks to Simmons. Back me up?

He takes a long look at Fenris. The name helps. He snaps. "SSR ops support. Is that it? Mid-fifties?" He looks fairly pleased that he managed to fire a few memory clusters right there. "I uh. Well. I suppose you have a good reason why you look the same. And are also not French. But from the things I've been reading…" he motions to the computer. "…there's any number of explanations."

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Melinda May gives Jess a single curt nod in response to that brief pained expression.

"Stark, if you weaponize a scarf, I might never take it off." Wait. Was that hinting toward a compliment? Well, if anyone here remembers her preferred melee weapon, they probably realize that her words are very likely the plain and unblemished truth. And anyway, wool is naturally flame retardant.

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"Oh, I think we might have more than three running around, if you count pasts, futures and alternate timelines," Jessica muses. "But not all of them are lining up to be babysat by the likes of us," says Drew. "I've seen some of the video footage from Lady Blackhawk's adjustment period," she notes. "Does that still get played at the Christmas parties?" she asks May. (Next, on When Accidental Time Travellers Adjust Unexpectedly Fast. Who knew flight simulators could /do/ that?)

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Jemma studies both Sara and Fenris for their respective comments. This certainly is a strange and wonderful time to be working for SHIELD. Of course, most likely every SHIELD agent thought like that for their time period. "That is quite an interesting idea. I believe one was set up for Mr. Rogers, but it did not quite go well."

As for giving him something to do, Simmons smiles sympathetically. "I'm sure we can think of something for you, Mr. Stark. However, I've heard knitting can be quite soothing."

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"Three that I've met," Sara corrects with a flash of a grin toward Jessica. "Her," she nods at the mention of Lady Blackhawk. "Steve, and now Mister Stark here. So maybe it's just a side effect of World War II." She crosses her arms loosely over her chest, smile quirking despite herself. "Does wonders for any lingering complexes one might have about getting people around you killed, though. If he's been confirmed as Stark, though, what's up with keeping him in solitary?"

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Fenris chuckles. "I've been wondering myself. I'd offer to take you out for a night on New York, Howard, but I think that might generate poor Agent May more paperwork. And she hates paperwork." And he wouldn't put it past her to find a way to tie him back up. Which he wouldn't want, at all.

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"I like a challenge," says Howard with a grin towards May. He wraps the wool back up and tucks it into the bag. "I'd like to know where you got this, though. Somehow I can't picture you in a Yarn Barn." He can't help but look rather amused at Simmons' addition to the conversation. Soothing, indeed. "You /do/ realize who you have here, right? The last time I gave SHIELD my full attention, I was building this place. When I stepped back, the higher-ups begged me to stay involved. Now here I am, with time to spare, and the lab is locked." He motions to it. There may be some tamper marks around the keycard slot. He snap points towards Sara. "My point exactly. You're 98.8 percent sure it's me. It's…" he starts to speak, then he hesitates. "Bureaucracy, right? Higher-ups? Oversight?" a sigh, "This is why I stopped working with government." Except he never really did stop. Officially, yes. But he kept on with his pet projects. "I appreciate the sentiment," he says to Fenris. "But I'm trying very hard to behave."

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"Purl Soho. One block from Broadway and Broome." The tags on the items in the bag corroborate May's words. "And if you can tolerate waiting a little longer, the paperwork is already in process to get you out of here." She glances at the unplugged computer system. "And messing with our computers only slows them down." She then asides to Drew, "No. Now the footage is used to weed out the flight recruits who think they're the next Top Guns."

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"I'm trying not to think too hard about the possibility of important historical events resulting in a larger amount of time-travel refugees. I'd rather not deal with trying to cope with explaining centuries of history /and/ modern hygiene to someone fresh from a performance at the Globe theatre," Jessica says to Sara. She's praying- /praying/ that one would stay in MI-13's jurisdiction, should it ever come to pass.

Drew's eyes go back to Stark, travelling between him and May. Thoughts are brewing in her untrusting, cynical little head, as evidenced by the ever so slight eyebrow quirk she gives May. That's the 'talk to me alone later' signal. Probably something they both picked up from Fury.

"Well, I think I'm starting to be one fish too many in this tank. Simmons, I'll have those medical files of mine ready for you in an hour in the lab. Be prepared for a little heavy lifting." Haaa. She /sounds/ like she's kidding.

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That is quite a few time travelers, Jemma will admit. It's a strange world they live in now. Though, Howard doesn't isn't a time traveler so much as a living robot with a human consciousness. "I believe what you were worried about before was someone attempting to hack into you and use you against us. And others," the scientist tells Howard quite seriously. Unless this is not the time for seriousness, which she glances about the room to gauge the reaction before continuing.

Turning to Jessica, she smiles and nods. "I'll look forward to it, then. I do enjoy a lot of homework before getting into the nitty gritty of science."

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"What, he's got wifi?" Sara quirks a brow at Jemma when she talks about Howard getting hacked. "Bad news: normal meatbag humans can get possessed, which is pretty much as bad as getting hacked. But if you really want to test the theory, just set him up on a coffee date with Trent," she suggests. "If either of them can be hacked, I'm pretty sure the other one can manage it, right?"

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"How does a golem from the Norns know when have Wifi?" Fenris raises his hand. That's confusing. "Or has he upgraded himself since then?" Self upgrading robots? Asimov would have a fit. Then again this one is sort of more a new body for someone who is already alive. The god-wolf pokes at Howard magically to see if perchance he has a soul.

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"There's that," Howard admits to Simmons. "But unless we're shouting that I'm a robot from the rooftops, I could at least go across the street for a decent cup of coffee. Unless you're hiding the good stuff." Howard looks with mock suspicion between May and Simmons. It hasn't escaped his notice that Jessica is giving him the side-eye. That's natural and to be expected, so he lets it slide. He looks to Sara and extends his hands. "How do you think my consciousness got from the scene of the crash to my lab?" In the mid-80s, he developed a way to transfer human consciousness wirelessly. Yeah, he's that kind of genius. Good thing he's one of the good guys.

Speaking of confusing. He looks over at Fenris, then looks to the others. "Those words he said. I know what a golem is. Which I'm not, by the way. Norn?"

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Melinda May shakes her head no at Stark. "We can have coffee brought in until the clearance comes back." It's the best she can offer at the moment, and more consideration than she's given others. Mostly because she can tell that Howard is trying to not lose his mind from boredom. He and the younger Stark have very similar tells.

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"Yes, of course," Simmons tells Howard, sufficiently mollified by the observation. "I'm sure there will be an answer for you soon," she attempts to try optimistic now. To both Fenris and Sara, she shakes her head. "It's more than that. It's an…you know what?" Her eyes shift to Howard for a moment and she shuts her mouth again. "That's actually not something I should discuss." See, she's learning. She's a bright girl, after all.

"And perhaps we could set up a TV out here? As Jessica said, he could catch up on some of the movies of the past few years." It would certainly give him something to do.

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"Not unless you involved some kabbalah with the wifi," Sara sighs at Howard's comment about being a golem, scrubbing a hand over her face. "Okay, so, knitting is fascinating and all, but I did come here to give you guys a chance to get a look at something, and the last time I know it came into contact with Hydra was during the second World War. So, Agent May, any objections if I…?" She trails off, holding out her right hand. The one with the unusual bracelet. "It'd be plenty to think about while he waits for clearance."

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Fenris blinks a little and stares curiously at Howard. "You have a soul." He cants his head. "And yet you're clearly artificial. How did you do that?" As if Howard knows. Hell the guy may not even remember being put into a robot.

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"There's a difference between passing the time and giving me something to do, Doctor Simmons. At least let me in to the lab." Howard's careful facade is beginning to show cracks. His smiles are a bit more strained. He's started to not quite know where to put his hands. The hacking was a form of self-medicating. Once his brain processed his situation and current events, he didn't have enough to keep him busy. There's been time to dwell. On Tony. On Maria. On the big gaping two-decade hole where the world kept turning without him. He perks right up at the sight of Sara's unusual bracelet. He does however, stay back like a good little genius. One does not overstep one's bounds in the face of The Cavarly. He doesn't know Agent May, but he knows a badass when he sees one.

He turns to Fenris and raises his eyebrows. "Well. Good to know I'm not a demon? The particulars of my transfer are classified. And you'd need a couple of advanced degrees to get the basics." That's not peacocking. It's the truth.

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Melinda May glances at Pezzini and her bracelet, then looks at Stark for a solid five seconds. She can see his facade cracking, and she knows what will happen. So, she gives the NYPD detective a nod and steps toward the lab doors to key in the code that open it up for Stark's use. "Simmons, set that terminal to access Netflix, please." It's left unspoken that there had better be no more hacking, but for the moment she suspects that that bracelet — which does some really nifty things that she's seen firsthand — will likely dominate Stark's attention. Then she gives Jess a nod at the silent request to talk privately later before turning to Fenris as the black-haired agent departs. "I should add your assessment to the paperwork. It might speed things along." Maybe. Who knows how SHIELD feels about the Asgardian god-wolf?

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"Yes, but between the two of them, one is more likely and would you prefer that or nothing?" At that, Simmons sounds very much like the Doctor that she is. A stern one that will not broker no for an answer when someone's health is on the line. At the order from May, Simmons moves forward and does as she is told. With a few quick clicks, she also adds a few movies and TV series to the queue for him to easily access.

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"Great. I'd tell you not to panic, but…I'm not sure how panic goes with you," Sara smiles faintly at Howard, stepping back to a more clear space and pushing up her sleeve. At a thought, the bracelet around her wrist starts to shift, tendrils spreading out until she wears a gauntlet that goes up to her elbow in gold and silver armor, sharp-edged and menacing. "And before you ask, you can't get a sample. I've tried."

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"If you like. Feel free to quote me. Not sure how your folks will feel about that." Random Park Ranger says LMD Stark has a soul. Yeaaaaaah. Fenris doesn't see that going over super well. Nope. Not one bit.

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If any of the gathered ever wanted to know what a bored and shell-shocked scientist looks like when he's handed both a lab and a mystery in the space of minutes? Well, there it is. Howard's eyes light up as Sara extends her gauntlet. "Exactly," he murmurs, "/you/ tried. Come on." And then he's leading her towards the lab. Is that a skip in his step? Maybe.

Melinda May nods her thanks to Simmons, and watches Stark practically skip toward the now-opened lab. "Pezzini. Call me if things get out of hand." Or, you know, if Stark gets too handsy. She considers Fenris and figures he's likely right about how the higher ups would take his word. But for her own records and Fury's? That's likely enough.


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