Tony's Sekrit Lab, Late Tuesday Night

[batwaffles]

Okay, that hadn't been a textbook stakeout, or even a qualified success, but it had been fun up until the attempted mayhem. So soon after the latest island-wide crisis, too. Tsk, children

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[hoorayimrich]

Once the suit was off and waiting for him to check on the damage, Tony was going for the oddly well stocked first aid kit he had amassed after so many fights. This should have been a warning sign to him, but no.

He just considered it a learning experience.

That was when he was the one getting injured, of course.

"Depends on how deep the cut is," Tony replied, lugging it over to her.

[batwaffles]

"Deeper than I thought," Stephanie admitted, tossing her gloves aside and poking gingerly at the torn edges of the material. "They look clean, though. Freakily surgically clean, almost . . . I think, but hard to tell with all the blood . . . what the crap are those claws made of? Ooh, I bet it's illicit stuff."

This was still a learning experience! For one, stay away from sharp sharp claws on guys in cat costumes.

[hoorayimrich]

"Nothing on the open market, that's for sure," Tony replied, opening the box for something to disinfect. Then he let his fingers hover over the cut for a moment before glancing over at her as if to ask permission to help with the top. "When I figure it out, I'll make you better armor."

[batwaffles]

Trying to reach all the fastenings was going to be tough, so Stephanie gave him a nod of permission. (The mask, on the other hand, wasn't coming off any time soon. Stupid spirit glue.)

"Should've worn the special fiberglass weave stuff, but it itches," she replied. "Except moot point, I guess, since it ripped right through your armor."