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[Tony's frowning a little as he tries to work through the implications of that. And then his brain catches on Natasha and we and he just. Stops.]

Wait. You were what, tied in with Natasha?

[That's a slightly terrifying concept for anyone, let alone someone as young as Ava is. And it had apparently taken years to realize -- how old had she been?]

[She nods, takes a slow sip of her can of soda, and there's a smile that's a little thin.]

She was Natalie Rushman when you first met her. From Legal.

[Which is to say yes, but proving the point. Something she shouldn't know, but does, because that's what they'd made her to do. There's a clear touch of nerves, because she'd never had to tell anyone about this before. The people that knew already knew, and the ones that didn't, it was easy enough to shrug and figure that if Nat and Tony didn't think they should, that was good enough for her.]

We broke the link, but I still have her memories. It's not reflexive like it was when we were connected, but I.. I fight like her too.

It keeps things interesting.

Oh, somehow I doubt you have any problems staying interesting.

[There's a slightly kneejerk reaction Tony has to people knowing things they shouldn't, but he fights it back just as quickly. Ava's already looking uncertain enough, and Tony's not enough of an asshole to pile on to that. Especially not for something she clearly didn't want. Who would?]

Okay. So Romanoff-lite. [It's faintly teasing, though his expression hasn't changed much. At least he gets why Ava seemed to know him so well. Few people know him like Natasha does.] Is it still causing you problems, or?

[Basically, is there something she needs fixed or is she just letting him know.]

[She flashes him a look that's a little apologetic. She understands what it's like, and how knowing Natasha means she knows pieces of other people, too.

But then he says Romanoff-lite and she can't help slightly rolling her eyes. At least it's better than Natasha Junior and Mini-me... Oh wait, it's not. She guesses she would have been surprised if he hadn't teased her about it, though.]

Not really. I mean-- it's better than it was. But, the powers? I got those when we killed the device. Natasha was off handling the bad guy, which left me trying to wire a state of the art SHIELD drive with our code on it into the motherboard of a machine made with tech jut past the end of the Cold War. So when it works, and the thing goes up, I'm at ground zero.

[He nods once, though there's a slight smile playing over his mouth at her obvious irritation. Yeah, he's never letting that one go.]

Good to know. It mean, it sounds like a clusterfuck, but clearly you managed.

[She's irritated, but it's a familiar sort of irritation. It's not that she likes it, but it's one of those things that makes this world seem a little like the one she left behind. The people, at least.

Tony's just as endearing and frustrating as he was before. Not exactly shocking.]

Mm. More or less.

[It's a little evasive, but it's personal. And oh yeah the boy I was in love with died making sure I could take it offline isn't a conversation she's ready to have with anyone.]

It's always something, isn't it?

Always. [The agreement is dry, but there's an understanding in it. Something is always fucked, and if there's anyone who gets that on a fundamental level, it's Tony Stark.]

So once I finish getting set up here, I'm gonna start on your fireproofing. [He gestures vaguely around him as he says it. Not quite a subject change, but at least trying to get them out from under the worst of the heavy stuff.] I'm thinking maybe safe polymers, at least until we can figure out how to get your thing more under control.

Hey, Mr. Stark.

I might have, uh
Done something?

With such flattery, I usually question intentions.

Not to sound too elemetary school but you did start it.

You should know I always finish what I start.

Uh huh. Who is this and how did you get this number?

I'm looking forward to it.

Hahahaha
That's a good one, Mr. Stark!
You've always been such a funny guy

But seriously
I have to tell you something
Don't get mad, okay?

That still doesn't explain who you are. Or why I should be mad.

It's me, Peter! You know, Spider-man? Under-roos?

Spider-man? Seriously? And why are you telling me about your underwear?

[ Cisco doesn't text Tony back for the first few days after people start getting their memories returned to them. A lot has been happening on his end. But after three days have passed, he is scrolling his inbox and sees an old conversation with Tony, and decides abruptly that it is time to check in. ]

you got your memories back?

Unfortunately.

[Having a decade's worth of heavy trauma dumped on you all at once has been...interesting.]

i feel that.

[ Of all the weird shit that has happened in this place, this was definitely Cisco's least favorite. By FAR. ]

seemed like you forgot a whole lot.

Ten years, give or take. Hell of a mindtrip.

You got hit too?

jesus no wonder you seemed different

[ If Cisco forgot the last ten years of his life he would have been an actual teenager. Like a young teenager. He'd been building a little bit towards asking why Tony had acted so rude, but if he'd lost that much, Cisco can hardly blame him. ]

yeah
it wasn't like entire years or whatever, just bits and pieces from the last year. some bad stuff that happened.
got it all back now, tho, so
you know
🎉

[ This is how he copes: via sarcastic emoji. ]

you doing okay?

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Peachy.

[Aah, sarcasm.]

It wasn't a period of my lift I'm particularly interested in reliving.

Wait, you only forgot some things but not others? Weird. I mean, sucks, but weird.

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