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For once, he’s not in his lab. He’s in his lab at the N.A.F. trying to figure out a new suit attachment for Wanda’s ‘friend’. Maybe /then/ she’ll come into work...

He’s survived being blown up. It’s gonna take a lot to take him out. Tony’s here to stay, unfortunately for his baby sister. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Considering Christmas ended with the tree nearly going up in flames? He’s surprised she’s still talking to him. Don’t worry. He got rid of those lights. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Alana’s back in school, too, so she won’t have to worry about being stalked by two Black Widows. That means it’s a lot quieter. It’s something /Tony/...sort of enjoys. Sort of. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Don’t worry. Tony’s notorious for two things: His suits, and not knowing when to shut up. It won’t be quiet for long. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Not Tony. He loves cookies. He’s actually glad she’s coming over, too. He has something for her. Well. /Almost/ something for her. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

They’ve gotta be better than his fully-burned cookies. There’s a reason he doesn’t cook and has a machine for that. She’s either gonna love it, or she’s gonna slap him and storm out. He’s hoping she loves it. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

He fixed the bug for her entering his tower, too, so she shouldn’t be locked out this time. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Tony’s downstairs in his lab. Again. His voice, however, is over the speaker next to the door. “Hey, Taylor. Glad you could make it. I’ve got a surprise for you down here. Just watch your step near the glass doors at the bottom of the stairs...again.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

He can’t help but smirk some at that, his amusement clear in his voice. He can see her on the small security camera. “Don’t give me ideas for Halloween now. C’mon down.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Taking his hand off the comm button, Tony goes back to tinkering with the piece in his hand. It’s a small laser, but he really hopes it won’t be needed...and the blast radius is a lot smaller than when it that shattered the door and window earlier. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Glancing over, he just gives his sister that crooked grin, waving her inside as he sets the small device down. He doesn’t move for her, though, instead heading for the suit case in his AC/DC shirt. “Perfect timing. I wanted to do /this/ before I attached /that/.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

“/That/? Probably not. But /this/...” Entering the code, Tony stepped to the side, /grinning/ at the gold-and-black suit before turning to his sister. “I, uh, I don’t know when your birthday actually /is/, but happy early-slash-belated birthday for the past whatever years.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Thankfully for her, he’s easily able to read the excitement in her eyes, and the idea of her slapping him is quickly pushed out of his head. His grin only grows, too, hands folding behind his back. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. Even the whole thing in Malibu.” x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Does she have a second cup? Of vodka, he means. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

Well that’s rude. Not even with her own brother? He’s hurt. Only slight sarcasm is being used. x.com/starkbygenes/s…

If she wanted to be left alone, she should have just given him The Look™️. That’s what Natasha and Alana do. That’s also why he wants some, but... x.com/starkbygenes/s…

...Does she need salt? A baseball bat with nails maybe. Or should he just keep her suit at her apartment instead of at his tower? Demogorgons are nothing to mess with. x.com/starkbygenes/s…