(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

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📍AVENGERS TOWER

"Are you sure he's gonna be okay?" Nat frowned at the wound on Clint's abdomen that was being healed by a nano-tech machine and glanced at Dr. Cho, "Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together." Y/N grinned with Nat.

"There's no possibility of deterioration," replied Dr. Cho, "The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous." Bruce walked into the lab and stood beside Y/N. "His cells don't know they're bonding with simulcara."

"She is creating tissue," Bruce clarified.

"If you'd brought him to my lab," Dr. Cho continued, "The Regeneration Cradle could do this in 20 minutes."

"Oh, he's flatling," Tony said and walked into the lab with a few drinks, "Time?"

"No, no, no," Clint spoke up, "I'm gonna live forever," he chuckled, "I'm gonna be made of plastic."

"You'll be made of you, Mr. Barton," Dr. Cho smiled at him, "You're own girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference."

"I don't have a girlfriend," said Clint, sipping on the drink that Tony handed him.

"That I can't fix." Clint exchanged a knowing look with Y/N and Nat. "This is the next thing, Tony," Dr. Cho continued, "Your clunky metal suits will be left in the dust."

"That is exactly the plan," he handed a drink to Y/N, "And Helen, I expect to see you at the party on Saturday."

"Unlike you, I don't have a lot of time for parties," she declined and added lowly, "Will Thor be there?"

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"Welcome back, Ms. Dmitri." The AI, greeted Y/N as she walked into her lab after changing out of her combat suit into her sweatshirt and sweatpants. She had requested Tony to give her a separate lab in the Tower, as she wanted privacy and didn't want to mix up her files and data with Tony's. Also, given that she had her own AI, he agreed reluctantly and built one for her right next to his and Bruce's.