Towers are generally a bit... taller, in my experience.

[billionairephilanthropist]

Who: Avengers + Avengers' Tower Approved persons
What: SCIENCE
When: Oh let's just go all weekend
Where: Avengers' 'Tower'
Warnings: ... Tony?

It might not be accurate to call the Avengers' new building a 'tower', exactly, but Tony liked the way it sounded and the impressive air to the name it gave. The first floor was mainly half built labs, work rooms, and to be constructed areas. It took time to rebuild a facility from the ground up on a monthly stipend. Time and money and people. Tony's first project had been the main gathering room for the Avengers. He had knocked out the entire third floor and restructured a few support beams to create a large, open floor with few walls and two stories in height. It had a kitchen to one end, a meeting room to the other, and in the middle, on large 'workspace' for the entire team to put to use. The Fourth floor was untouched from the original designs, other then a bit of refurbishing to turn it into rooms for everyone to stay in. But the Second/Third floor was Tony's pride and joy. The place he had spent all his time in, other than a few brief excursions out into the island at large.

Currently, he had one of his playlists from JARVIS' mainframe blasting through the middle of the 'tower', his makeshift computers built on boxes of scraps and spare parts, scrolling through a range of specs on the half dismantled suit sprawled across the floor, bits of it still attached to Tony and then to the computer so JARVIS could run analysis after analysis on the performance and bugs. The problem with arriving in New Moore with the first prototype of the Mark VII and none of his other suits, was that the Mark VII had always been designed to be a sort of 'emergency' suit. It was the suit he could call to arms at any moment from any location. But it was compact, and rushed to finish, and still had a few bugs to work out. Not to mention the repairs still needed from his dive bomb on the barrier. There were more than a few bangs and bruises to the armor since the fight and his arrival on the island. It needed quite a few repairs.

He gave a twist of the screwdriver and nearly jumped out of his seat as a surge of electric pulse shot through his arm.

"Jarvis I told you to cut the power to that line, are you trying to kill me?" He didn't sound concerned. Far from it. Just idle conversation as he shook the tingling from his arm, pointing a finger at Dummy 2.0. "Ah-ah, back, you! That was an electrical current, not a fire. You can just stay right where you are."

"I'm sorry sir. Was that before, or after your lecture on how inefficient my protocols were for the new security system you have only half installed?"

"Don't back-sass me, Jarvis. I told you I would finish it this afternoon. It's a four arm job and I only have two."

"Might I suggest requesting help from another member of the tower? I have network connections to every member of the Avengers Initiative in my files since the upgrade."

"Not now, Jarvis. Busy."

"Very well, sir."

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[stretchy_pants]

Bruce can't hear Tony and Jarvis' banter, but he can assume that Tony is in the work area by the volume level of the music that is currently blasting from that general direction. Before acquiring living space with Tony and the other Avengers, he had been used to small quiet places. Here, there is always someone up and about or things exploding or--current situation for example--deafening music. It's a bit overwhelming at times, but he wouldn't trade any of the craziness for his lonely shack in Kolkata.

It hasn't taken him very long to work himself back into the groove of lab activities. Once Tony had gotten him going, it was like.. picking up where he had left off, almost. A different sort of science, perhaps, and a different lab partner. But still familiar and comforting; making it so very easy to lose himself in all of the gadgets and computers. And so, it seems entirely normal to him to come down the stairs and see the Iron Man armor in pieces and to see Tony Stark conversing with the disembodied voice of the AI system.

"Hey, Jarvis. Could you turn the music down a bit? I can hardly hear myself thinking."

[billionairephilanthropist]

Turning the volume down, Dr. Banner. I did tell you, sir, that it was a bit louder than usual."

Tony barely hears the exchange, or pretends he barely hears it. Either way, he continues his work, now with more care on where he is holding the screwdriver he currently has wedged between his skin and his suit. He reaches around on the table full of tools behind him without looking, feeling for the pliers before taking them to the suit with several hard tugs, finally sending the chair spinning backwards with one last tug, a piece of shrapnel tugging loose to go flying to the desk, pliers and all. Whoops. Good thing no one saw th-

"Well, hello, Dr. Banner." Tony gives a crooked grin, peering backwards over at the scientist. "JARVIS. Where'd my music go. You don't just tune down AC/DC. Dummy, put that down."

Honestly. It was like arguing with a parent and a child at the same time. He needed some less troublesome AI. Except then he would be bored out of his mind.

"Actually, you're exactly what I need. Come over here and give me a hand." It wasn't said like a request, but in Tony speak it was almost a please.

[stretchy_pants]

"Tony's music is always loud," he informs JARVIS. "But then again, I'm.. not really used to having roommates." The admission is followed by a chuckle that is perhaps a bit self-deprecating. He has learnt rather quickly that it is okay to speak to JARVIS as if he (as opposed to it because JARVIS' personality is decidedly masculine) is just another roommate. It's kind of scary, actually, how much of a personality Tony is able to give his AI.

Once he reaches the foot of the stairs, he stops to watch Tony fiddling with his toys. A tiny bit of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he holds out his hand to collect whatever it is that Dummy is not supposed to be holding.

"And what is it you're trying to do here, exactly?"

[billionairephilanthropist]

Tony will gladly take all of the credit for JARVIS' brilliant AI, but the truth was, JARVIS truly had developed a mind of his own. Grafted after the personality of his father's butler, a frequent influence on Tony as a child, the AI had taken on a life of it's own. Often putting it's learning capabilities and coded sarcastic wit to knew and ever more creative uses. Tony had stopped trying to think of JARVIS as an AI long ago.

Dummy drops a sizable impact wrench driver into Bruce's waiting hand while Tony attempts to locate a hammer in the disorganized box of tools. One handed, his other arm currently trapped in a locked up arm piece of the suit.

"The exoskeleton took some damage. Normally JARVIS would be able to do repairs this small on his own, but obviously we're a bit short-handed on machinery around here, so I'm taking the hands on approach."

"I do believe you took that a bit too literally, sir. I am certain these repairs could be performed with the section unattached to your arm. If you would like, I can draft up the repair schematics into a step-by-'

"Mute."

Tony leaned back in his chair, regarding Bruce with the wiring and metal casing still tightly closed around one arm and looking dangerously tempted to spark a few wires again.

"So, are you busy or do you feel like offering an extra pair of hands?"