Man of the Future

“Do you have any idea how hard it is being your conscience?”

“Based on your expression, very.”

“it’s a wonder you’re even able to get out of bed every morning,” he says, just about rolling his eyes. “are you done, dumbass? or is this a battle of who can pull it off better?”

The man’s words only sort of register to the young demigod. She’s trying not to have a panic attack at the enclosed space, taking lots of deep breaths and keeping her eyes closed. “Definitely a trap. Probably not a monster.” Even over her loud breathing, Bianca can hear her voice shaking. 

         alright, the disembodied voice was getting rather spooky. the idea of being monitored by and communicating with a building felt ridiculous the more she thought about it, and is it called friday? why not wednesday or something equally mundane?

        the mental wandering screeches to a halt when he answers the question, and peggy doesn’t even try to not look completely flabbergasted. if this the 21st century, there’s no way this is a brother or cousin of howard’s. nephew or son maybe, but she’s not terribly keen on considering the idea that the man actually bred. yeesh.

                              “ does that mean you or howard built this tower? ”

“howard - dad - didn’t build this baby. this was me and my ceo’s brainchild. which if you meet pepper, you’re not allowed to bring it up. there’s this whole 12% conversation that we let lie a while back.”

he waved vaguely. “the voice you heard was my girl FRIDAY. she’s the ai that runs the whole tower. would be lost without her.” like he had been without JARVIS, but he won’t mention that. he’s not sure if she’s even met edwin jarvis yet. the elevator came to a stop, opening onto the living/rec area of the tower.

restrained | accepting | Chained up to the wall