“Mad! I’m not mad! Your brain is just too small to see the beauty in my ingenious master plans! - [name], Federally Funded Mad Scientist in Training
(#00173)
"My brain is just fine,” said Stark. “You, on the other hand, have had way too many red bulls and treacle toffees, and definitely not enough sleep.”
Sara wheeled on him. Her pupils were pinpoints and her eyes were red. “SLOWLY I TURNED! Step by step. Inch by inch…”
“Thaaaat’s right,” Stark cooed, staying out of her reach. “Awaaaay from the diabolical engine of… whatever the hell you’ve been building.”
“I’ve figured out how to make it rain MARSHmallows…”
Stark smiled. “Oh goody. I thought it was a death ray, for a second.”
“Well, if a plane gets in the way, there might be problems. Might want to move this thing to the middle of nowhere… Just in case.”
“I’ll make a note,” said Stark. “In the meantime, we have a niiiiiiice comfy little -uh- pillow… nest… thing.” He pointed out the construction using every cushion in the floor, several blankets and a Love Sac™. Three cats had already found it and made it their comfort patch. The one that was awake glared at him in feline insolence. “And we’re going to give you some very special hot chocolate and you can tell me aaaaalllll about making it rain marshmallows.” He gestured urgently to Todd, who was finishing up the dusting of chocolate powder.
“Well, my legs are kinda tired…”
“And I bet you’re thirsty, too.” Stark’s grin was getting a little manic. “You’ve been ranting for hours…” He took the cup from Todd and passed it to Sara. “Todd’s made this for you juuuussssst the way you like it.”
“….tastes a li'l funny…”
“‘Cause it’s made wit’ Stevia,” Todd improvised. “Can’t have too much sugar, yo.”
“…’m also d'tectin’ a soupçon 'f an'ihist'mine…”
Todd caught the cup before she could drop it. “Make a note. Don’t let 'er get to the Red Bulls.”
“Noted and logged,” said Tony Stark.
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