Prompt: Tony, coffee, boredom, bots and a toaster
I’m having a bad evening lmao and deleted the first draft accidentally. fml.
Absentmindedly, Tony takes a sip from the mug at the edge of his workspace.
“Sir, that was made by-” is all JARVIS manages say before Tony spits it out, coughing and spluttering.
“DUM-E, yeah I noticed, jesus-” Tony spat out, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “DUM-E, come here!”
Whining, the ‘bot rolled over, his ‘arm’ slumped dejected. Tony rolled his his eyes at the ‘bots dramatics, and shoved the cup at him.
“Look, what have we said about motor oil?” Tony asked, raising his eyebrow. The ‘bot chirruped nonsensically, refusing to look at him. “C’mon, DUM-E, I distinctly remember having this discussion. What was it I said?”
A beep, then a whir.
“I can’t drink it. Coffee is my oil, DUM-E, I don’t need any of yours.” Tony told him sternly, handing him the cup. “Go, clean that out. Make another, JARV, keep an eye on him.”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Sir, I’m afraid there is an issue in the kitchenette.” JARVIS informs him, sounding harried, and Tony sighed as he gave up on the gauntlet.
“What now?” he demanded, stomping over to the corner of the workshop designated the ‘kitchen’ area, and groaned. “DUM-E!”
Cheerfully beeping, the ‘bot acknowledged him with a snap of his claw, before turning back to the sink. Which currently held a toaster. That was still plugged in.
“DUM-E, no!” Tony yelled, jerking forward to dragged the ‘bot away from the potentially circuit-melting electric shock. “JARV, cut the power!”
Suddenly, darkness descended on the workshop. Whirring in confusion, DUM-E twisted in Tony’s grip, and Tony rounded on the ‘bot, shaking with anger and a little fear. Rebuilding DUM-E after the attack on Malibu had left Tony overprotective of the ‘bot, and he knew it. He could just - just fix him up. He wasn’t human, not like Pep, who needed more than Tony’s expertise.
“What the hell?” Tony asked, glaring at the ‘bot. “You know basic lab safety, DUM-E! Do not mix water and electricity!”
After sending DUM-E to his charging station, and sorting out the mess that was the kitchenette, Tony tried to return to the gauntlet, but it wasn’t long until he was pulled away by another distraction. Namely, DUM-E knocking over his toolbox.
“Hey, what the heck? I thought you were grounded, DUM-E?” Tony glared at the ‘bot, who stared back unrepentant. “What on earth is going on with you today?”
“If I may, Sir.” JARVIS interjected, and Tony turned to glare at the nearest camera. “I believe DUM-E is experiencing what you would call boredom.”
Tony started. Now that he thought about it, it kind of made sense. Butterfingers was offline, as JARVIS finished debugging the newly installed code. U was working with the fabricators, and Tony was busy with the new suit.
“Aw, baby, you don’t know what to do with yourself, do you?” Laughing, Tony wrapped an arm around the ‘bot. “I’m sorry I’ve not been paying attention to you, kiddo. Daddy’s been kind of preoccupied lately, hasn’t he?”
And he had. Before Killian it was the suits, before the battle it was moving to New York, and now it was the Avengers taking up much of his time. Tony had been neglecting his ‘bots - all of his ‘bots - a lot recently. Privately, Tony vowed to fix that as soon as he could.
“Right, JARV, lock down all delicate tasks.” A slight electric blue sheen threw up across the worktables, and Tony pulled out the ball from the drawer beside him. DUM-E chirped excitedly, and Tony laughed, throwing the it across the room for the ‘bot to fetch.
Well, he wasn’t going to be able to get back to work again, anyway.
this took far too long and did not go the way I wanted it too. oh well. hope you like it!