#vamptonyplot

Tony spend the first hours after feeding like always. Sleeping about, then getting up and working his new power push out.

He coded up a new cloud system in the past hourse and now spend some time teaching DUM-E how to take apart a Stark Phone and put it back together.

Of course it would be easier just to program the right way to move his arm/claw. But that's not what he built DUM-E for. - He didn't even build DUM-E as assistant either, but that's the story he sticks to.

He's a helper bot. A learning helper bot. If Tony needs him to do anything, he will show him how its done and then lets him practice. With Fruit/Veggie/Milkshakes it had mostly stuck. Now he only messes them up if he wants attention. (Thats what Tony thinks. Could also be that his memory spaces out sometimes. He'll have to look at that.)

"No. That doesn't go there. You're still taking it apart, remember? Oh, you're hopeless. Here, look. Like this."

Meanwhile he instructed JARVIS to heat up one of the blood packages on a small flame until it has the best temperature. His A.I. suggested 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.

[Dinner is ready, Sir.]

"Don't move a servo while I get it, okay?" Of course the second he takes a step he hears him whirr behind him. He'll have to look what a mess he made later.

Biting the edge off of the plastic container he sucks a small amount into his mouth to taste.

It's still very nasty but at least it's not chilling cold anymore. After a few more mouthfuls he can feel another contra. It kind of sticks to the roof of his mouth.

"Okay. Not any better." He'll have to choose the lesser evil that way. Have nasty blood-remains on his tongue or drink icy blood.

Having bought a portable refrigerator and transfered half a package of blood into a travel mug (Iron Man themed, he can't remember if he bought it himself or if it was a gift and if it was who gave it to him) he set the thing to cool down to 2 degrees.

He was starving already and the blood supply in his workshop fridge started to look more and more appealing but he had business today, damn it. He can't go out with red eyes, he will be thrown into quarantine faster than he can blink.

Drinking a bottle of water just to give his stomach a rest he pushes his travel mug inside the small fridge and snaps it shut so the cool won't escape. Pushing the awkward to handle fridge into one of his bigger suitcases - he sadly won't be able to bring the armor - he checks his appearance once more in the mirror.

Brown eyes, brown hair, a lot of make-up and spray tan to make him look a little more alive. Pushing his phone deeper into his pants pocket he walks into the elevator and stares at his reflection some more.

Ms. Monroe is a little surprised to see him leave the Tower - is he developing Agorapobia?

Walking through the lobby and stepping outside he doesn't feel any fear, just annoyance. No, not Agoraphobia. Just general aversion to going outside.

The Above Average Building was just two streets down so he simply walks the distance instead of driving. (or flying. He's Iron Man, he should!)

Two to Four Hours listening to reviews and meeting possible new employees and promoting the new Head of Department and why had he let Pepper talk him into this. He has staff for this. 

He couldn't even eat the fucking cake they are going to serve because it gives him fucking cramps because he can't fucking digest it anymore.

He was making a list. More like a chart, really. He had JARVIS and his scans continuitely on him and while he let ANGEL figure out how to produce sunblocker (he wanted to test if that helped him any) he looked at all the physical changes.

He looked sick (bloodshot eyes with dark rings, white face) and he was running hot (slight fever apparently) and after experimenting he found himself to see better, to smell better but not to hear better.

Doing four seperate IQ tests he didn't get any smarter. He could have happened!

Now he crouches in front of the biggest thing he's currently working on. It's a capsule he is building for the Stark School. Those mutants come in all shapes and sizes and some of them are bound to hear thoughts or just hear very good. He had invented this thing with undisturbed sleep in mind. Water that rushes through three seperate tubes between outer shell and inner shell will completely cut off the sounds inside from the sounds outside, creating a nice whitenoise.

What was important now was that it was heavy as fuck.

Getting his hands into two ridges he bend his knees and pulled. And the thing actually lifted. He let go in schock too fast and it crashed right down again with an awful lot of noise. That thankfully blended right in with his music.

[Able to lift approx. 300% more weight than normally. Needs more data for correct number.]

Good god that is much. Scratching his neck he fiddles with the loose end up the band-aid he had put there. 

He had not been paying attention - much - to what the redhead had been saying but that sentence brought his attention up into her face again.

He had used the excuse to stare at her cleavage in order to let his mind wander, okay? Women are far more forgiving if you drop out of the conversation if you do it because you were blinded by their boobs.

"Excuse me, dear. Would you care to repeat that?"

She pouted, then she grinned and that blood red lipstick was perfect on her lips, it doesn't even leave stains on her martini glass.

"I think you heard me." And in one smooth movement she pushed his hand with his own martini glass to the side and presses herself so forecefully against him he's knocked back into the wall he had been leaning on.

Half of his drink sloshed down onto the floor when he angrily moves to push her off. That's when she licks down from where his collar starts all the way up to his ear.

He's frozen for just a second, with his hand already on her shoulder and that's apparently all the time she needs because then she has her finger underneath his collar and tugs.

He loses his grip when he tries to wrestle her back while hissing an angry "Hey, what are you doing." into her ear and by now at least two people are obviously watching and disapproving.

He bites down on the yelp when she bites without hesistation. That hurt more than it should but jesus is she desperate to leave a hickey.

"Let go of me you bitch." was not the best thing to say when the security finally noticed the fuss you were causing. The thug grabs the woman after checking she is not a VIP and drags her out of the room.

She is cussing up quite a storm.