I can do zat!

Wincing a little at the grip, Tony shook his hand in return. "Well, for starters, you could give me a little tour of this vessel." He began, smirk brightening someone into a pleased smile. It was obvious the kid was a fan, and he must be a pretty smart one too for being in a high job at such a young age. 

"Da, absolutely!" He nodded quickly- "Obwiously, zis is ze bridge-" He motioned to his comrades, relaying names and ranks to the man eagerly. Then he was leading Tony out and down the hall- the Russian spoke quickly, words coming out in rapid fire as he told the hero where everything was. 

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"Da-" Pasha paused before the doctor's desk, fidgeting slightly. "If you are not too  busy." He kept one arm behind his back, but he was in need of having it looked at, as the wrist was swollen and bruised to a point where the ensign couldn't hide it any longer. 

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“You have my thanks,” the Elf said warmly, “for rarely in my travels have I received a welcome as warm as this.” His eyes flickered to either side of Chekov’s head, looking for a moment at the strange equipment and white walls that could be seen there. “No,” he said after a moment. “I have, in truth, boarded any vessel only once or twice in - ah - five hundred years.”

Pavel was about to reply when the 'five hundred years' registered. "....Five hundred years? You look good, zen," he smiled and didn't question further, though the curiosity was written across his face. "If you would like, I could give you ze tour. I am about to be off shift, so-" Okay, so he intended to ask when he wasn't on the bridge. 

Smirking slightly at the surprise on the other’s face, Tony offered a hand to the younger man. “I’m pretty sure I am. And you are?” He inquired. It was a pleasure to finally explore the ships he had designed, and getting a warm welcome just sweetened the deal.

There  was a little squeal of delight as he gripped Tony's hand in a tight grip and shook quickly before letting go. "Pavel Chekov, sir!" He couldn't help it- he knew this man, from his books, the comics he read, this man was Iron Man-- and Pasha was all but swooning. "What can I do for you?" He was trying his damnedest to keep it calm but he was failing. Obviously.