Sun Blocker
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.
It would even be cool, if there still wasn't the bitter taste of coffee on his tongue and how awful it had been. And if he didn't dread what was making him so hungry. If he didn't dread the second he'd be so hungry he'd get himself some food.
