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The soft hum of machinery filled the basement lab of Tony Stark's sprawling Malibu villa. Screens flickered, illuminating the dimly lit room with a cool blue glow.
Tony stood at the center, clad in his trademark tank top and jeans, meticulously adjusting the inner workings of his latest project: the Mark II armor.
Unbeknownst to him, Seph was already there.
Perched silently on the railing above, Seph observed with mild amusement as Tony tinkered away.
The billionaire genius muttered to himself, pacing around the lab like a caffeinated hamster as he recorded notes and ran diagnostics through his AI assistant, JARVIS. His focus was unwaveringāat least until physics decided to play a cruel joke on him.
One particularly dramatic moment saw Tony testing the thrusters on his boots. The roar of the mini jet engines echoed through the room, followed by a loud WHOOSH as the force sent him careening into the nearest wall with a resounding THUD.
Tools clattered, papers flew, and a suspicious dent now marred the pristine lab wall.
From the shadows, a low chuckle broke the mechanical rhythm of the room. "So, this is how geniuses work."
Tony froze mid-groan, his head snapping toward the source of the voice. "What theāSeph?!"
Still perched on a railing like some kind of brooding gargoyle, Seph gave him an amused grin. He leaped down with a grace that made Tony look even clumsier by comparison, landing without a sound. "You really should upgrade your security, Stark. I walked in without so much as a single beep."
Tony, still sprawled against the wall, waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah. I meant to add an intruder alert that specifically detects smug people. Guess I got distracted."
"Clearly," Seph replied, smirking. "But watching you slam into that wall? Totally worth sneaking in."
"Ha ha," Tony deadpanned, peeling himself off the wall and rubbing his shoulder. "Spying is rude, you know."
"Maybe. But I couldn't pass up seeing the great Tony Stark get body-checked by his own invention." Seph strolled closer, his gaze sweeping over the incomplete armor. His eyes gleamed with genuine interest. "Thisā¦ this is impressive, Tony. You're building something the world hasn't seen before."
Tony straightened, brushing off his tank top and ignoring the throbbing in his shoulder.
"Yeah, well, genius has its perks." He paused. "And also its concussions, apparently."
Seph crossed his arms, his tone turning unexpectedly sincere. "You've got vision, Stark. You're not just fixing your mistakesāyou're redefining what it means to protect people. And, judging by that dent, redefining what it means to faceplant."
Tony blinked at the unexpected praise, then snorted at the jab. "Thanksā¦ I think? So, what's your deal? Here to critique my design or just boost your ego at my expense?"
"No, I was just bored," Seph replied smoothly, an amused glint in his eye. "So I think I should offer a hand."
Tony arched a brow. "You? Mister 'I'm-a-badass-warrior'? What, you know anything about engineering? Or are you just gonna flex at the suit until it's intimidated into working?"
Seph smirked, crossing his arms. "Try me."
Tony squinted suspiciously. "Alright, but if you break something, I'm sending you the bill. And spoiler: I don't do discounts."
"Deal. But if I improve something, I'm putting my name on it."
Tony chuckled as he tossed Seph a wrench. "Okay, big guy, let's see what you've got. And try not to dent anythingābesides my pride. That's taken enough hits for one day."
The next several hours unfolded in a surprising collaboration.
Tony handed Seph a schematic, fully expecting the man to stumble over the intricate details. Instead, Seph examined it with sharp, discerning eyes, his expression unchanging.
Within minutes, he was suggesting modificationsāideas that not only improved efficiency but also added a layer of practicality Tony hadn't considered.
"Wait, wait," Tony interrupted as Seph explained one of his tweaks. "You're telling me I can reduce heat build-up by re-routing this through the secondary coolant system?"
"Exactly," Seph said, gesturing to the design. "You're trying to dissipate heat here, but if you shift this pathwayā¦"
He sketched on a nearby tablet, the fluidity of his understanding impressing even JARVIS.
"Sir," JARVIS chimed in, "Seph's suggestion would reduce operational overheating by 12.6%."
Tony stared at the screen, then back at Seph. "Alright, I take it back. You're not just a badass warrior. You're a badass engineer, too."
Seph shrugged modestly. "I pick things up quickly."
"Clearly." Tony grinned and tossed him a wrench. "Alright, let's see how you are with hands-on work."
Over the course of the night, the duoāand JARVISāworked seamlessly.
Seph proved as adept with tools as he was with strategy, his precise movements mirroring his discipline as a fighter.
Every time Tony expected him to falter, Seph exceeded expectations, making small improvements to Mark II's structure and offering insights that Tony found invaluable.
"This is amazing," Tony admitted at one point, stepping back to admire their progress. "I usually work alone on stuff like this, but having you hereā¦ It's like having another me."
Seph smirked. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Stark. You're one of a kind."
"So are you," Tony countered, genuinely impressed. "I mean, you're not just strongāyou're smart. Like, really smart. You could probably build your own suit if you wanted."
"Maybe one day," Seph said, his tone teasing but not dismissive.
JARVIS chimed in. "If I may, sir, Mr. Seph's contributions have expedited the project timeline significantly. At this rate, the Mark II could be ready for preliminary tests by tomorrow."
Tony whistled. "Damn, JARVIS. You don't hand out compliments often."
"I only state facts, sir."
Seph chuckled. "You've got quite the assistant here."
"Yeah, JARVIS is one of a kind." Tony glanced between the AI interface and Seph. "And now I've got two one-of-a-kinds helping me. Lucky me."
By the early hours of the morning, the Mark II was nearly complete. The two men stood side by side, surveying their work. The armor gleamed under the lab's lights, a testament to their combined effort.
"This," Tony said, gesturing to the suit, "is going to change everything."
"For the better," Seph added. "If you stay focused."
Tony smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I'm all in."
Seph's gaze lingered on the suit for a moment before he turned to Tony. "You've got a good thing here, Stark. Don't let anyone take it from you."
Tony met his eyes, a rare seriousness in his expression. "I don't plan to. And with you around, I'd like to see anyone try."
The two men exchanged a nod of understandingāa silent agreement that this partnership was just beginning.
As Seph headed toward the stairs, Tony called after him. "Hey, you're sticking around, right?"
Seph paused, glancing back with a faint smile. "For now."
Tony grinned. "Good. Because I've got a feeling we're just getting started."
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