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Flame startled when that loud voice broke the silence, pupils constricting to thin slits as she takes a single step back and raises her hands up to take aim. One arm outstretched, the other closer to her body, palms lifted and aimed as she would if she had her armor on. A distinctly Iron Man behavior- but after a brief moment she slowly lowered the stance. The old her would've leapt and snarled.

"Oh, you are interesting," there was curiosity in her quiet voice just as much as it was back in those dark blue eyes of hers. She probably wasn't allowed on stage- it was probably very very against protocols for the humans who worked before here- she did so anyway. Because she wanted to. Because she was curious. Because she's lived eight years with Tony Stark and picked up some of his behaviors, both good and bad. She knew the man would've been doing the exact same as her right now.

She gets a better look this time, circling closer but not daring to touch. "Who are you?" Flame asks as she slowly circles, looking the animatronic fox up and down, though dark sapphire eyes end up locked on the face. She studies, watches, notes every little movement in each plate. How those golden eyes move and focus on things. Hm. Interesting.

It has been so long, this fox has fell into Despair and Anguish — being tortured down in this underground facility... where it seems like the monsters hide in the darkness. Yet this fox was left here in the dark simply because this was their Penitentiary; so far away from where they wanted to be —

Though all he got was silence of the Funtime auditorium and those agonizing shocks that they sometimes get.

Maybe today will change for the better...

That's when the fox animatronic suddenly turned on — they only turned their golden optics only to find a feline... Wait, what, how - What is a feline doing here, were they lost or? His receptors could not pick up anything on the stranger.

Ears oscillating, shifting into place and the plates upon the fox's face gently rippling in blank thought as the internal systems kick into gear fully.

"HELLO THERE, STRANGER!" An nearly booming voice booms emitting from the voice box that crackled with it nestled in the middle of the animatronic's chest just below a fancy red bowtie.

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-- {{ Closed starter for @itsshcwtime

Out of all the universes Recovery scouted, out of all that he could've picked for a getaway, a universe with a business needing a mechanic specializing in robots and other related technology was the one he picked.

And Flame, ever the workaholic now, hopped on that opportunity for a mechanic job without hesitation. Would Recovery be happy about that? No. Was Recovery here right now? Also no. No harm in working a little, Flame reasoned. She liked to work. Liked creating and fixing, liked solving issues, liked making things better. She's not panic building! She's just doing something because there's no other options is all.

Did she need the money? Nah. She'd probably donate it to charity or some other good thing to do with the paychecks she gets. Wouldn't be any good in her universe anyway- something something money is not multiversal or whatever. Wasn't a big deal, she was well enough off anyway. Someone else needed it here.

The feline wasn't a huge fan of the uniforms, she thought them to be unneeded. It was stupid to her. But, she'll do what she has to in order to get into a workshop. Anything she has to in order to get into a workshop. ...And said workshop would end up a mess just the same as her own.

Stepping into her new workplace, Flame glanced around. It was odd, honestly. All of it was. How she got down here, the voice from the ceiling, the entire hiring process. Just- everything. One particulate thing- or person? She's not sure yet. She's not sure how advanced the technology of this universe is, but this seemingly highly advanced fox had caught her eye. Has her circling with a curious gaze.

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"Would somebody get this"

"goDDAMN TURTLE-"

"OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

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-- { hI SORry I'm like. super active on @veiledmercenary

-- { Chief has the braincell. he isn't letting go.

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Send me ♬ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle and make a starter for you with the first line of the next song

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A quick and easy plotting guide

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// Hiiii still alive, just been busy and hyperfixated on another thing

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               &&  she would close her eyes and dream…

                                                               that she was  h o m e. 

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Let those old memories go. Feed me to the crows. Please.

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                             there is     *:･ﾟ✧ stardust *:･ﾟ✧    on her fingertips, 

                                                  yet tragedy in her smile. 

                                         she will tell you tales of the  SKY, 

                         even as the ground around her goes up in  s m o k e

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                                     s l e e p  isn’t helping anymore… i’m still tired. 

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                                    ONE MORE STEP 

                                                keep it together. 

                                    ONE MORE STEP

                                               just keep smiling. 

                                    ONE MORE STEP

                                            keep moving forward.                                                     you’ll be okay.                                                   you’ll be okay. 

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— You don’t just give up. 

— You don’t just let things happen. 

                           You make a stand! 

                                                You say no! 

   You have the guts to do what’s right, even when everyone else just runs away.

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                                        i have lost enough

                                        i have given enough

                                        i have sacrificed more than my share

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The date had completely slipped her mind, only remembering when David had texted her. The man had said he'd gotten up early and made her a cake- and of course Flame immediately headed upstairs and had a piece. Because it was cake. Goddamn chocolate cake with caramel and buttercream- this was the only thing she's eating today. She'd decided that upon the first bite. By sundown, that cake will be gone.

Now, she's in the workshop, sitting at her desk and still snacking on a slice of cake when Recovery finally joins her.

She'd been analyzing the code Alpha had been able to pull from the secure server he'd been trying to get into for the past day and a half, trying to figure out who made the damn thing. Recovery was gentle as he began to run his fingers through her mane, slowly drawing her attention from her project to him.

It's a few moments of silence before Recovery finally speaks, quiet and hesitant; "Could Jarvis feel love?"

It was a surprising question to Flame, especially coming from Recovery. Alpha she could understand asking about Jarvis of all AI, but Recovery asking about Jarvis? "I imagine he did," Flame answers. "Familial love, at least." The feline adds as she turns around in her chair to face Recovery. "Why? What's on your mind?"

Recovery shakes his head and averts his gaze as he takes a small step back, body language that Flame would surely recognize. He's scared. "Just wondering." He dismisses quietly as he turns away. This was a terrible idea- he should just keep quiet-

"A better comparison would be to Vision." This stops Recovery in his tracks, just as his foot had hit the ground. "What do your files say about him?"

Recovery reads from the files he has on VIsion slowly, and Flame confirms everything with a nod. It's when he gets to the notes written by Tony about Vision that it starts to make sense to him why Flame had said Vision was a better comparison. Well, beyond the fact that he was also a highly advanced AI stuck in one body.

The android reads over the notes about Flame's relationship with Vision, as well as some key notes about Vision himself and his relationships with the rest of the team. "I'm pretty sure he had a thing going on with Wanda." Recovery reads to Flame before he slowly turned his head to look at her.

"They were together. I could tell when we were brought back." Flame explains gently. "She wanted to rip Thanos apart."

That... Sounded familiar.

That was the same thing Flame had said she wanted a few times after particularly bad nightmares. To rip Thanos apart. And Recovery knew Flame still loved Tony at the time of his death. She very likely still loves him now. ...And love would explain such an aggressive reaction.

...It would also explain why Flame had seemed to go back after the fight with Gabriel... She'd had the same depressive reaction to Recovery being harmed as she'd had to Tony. From refusing to eat and sleep to the nightmares... It all made sense.

Flame could tell something clicked in that metal mind of Recovery's, the way he was carrying himself shifting to be more confident than before. More sure of himself. And it reflected in his tone as well.

"I've been meaning to tell you something for a long time." The android admits, and Flame tilts her head slightly. He approaches again, standing in front of her and gently threading his fingers through the fur on her cheek. His fans kick on as she leans into his touch and closes her eyes for a moment.

Recovery couldn't help but stare at Flame in silence, even as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. She was just so beautiful, it was so easy to be captivated by her. It was only when she'd softly said his name that his focus returned, his other hand being lifted to cup Flame's other cheek.

"I think I love you." His words are hushed, just a touch unsure.

Flame stands slowly as Recovery's hands trail down her neck and rest upon her shoulders, her own hands gently smoothing over the plates that form his body to rest one hand upon his shoulder and the other upon the back of his neck. A guiding hand as she leads him to gently lean down closer to her.

Their faces were barely an inch apart, Recovery's fans kick on medium, anxiety eating away at his circuits. And then Flame finally speaks; a soft whisper filled with love. "I think I love you, too."

Fans kick on high, pale cyan eyes glow slightly brighter to mimic eyes widening in surprise. He knew that "think" was Stark's definition of the word. Flame didn't think. She knew. Metal hands slowly fall to rest on organic hips as Flame stood taller. Recovery was kind to her, leaned down just a bit closer to close the gap.

When Flame's lips met metal, sweet and gentle and loving, something within Recovery audibly clicked after his fans had kicked up one more time. Neither had known his fans had four speeds, but apparently they did, and apparently Flame's kiss had blown a fuse or something. Just after the click, Recovery's fans fell silent abruptly, his eyes flickered, and the android's legs gave out, falling to a knee with a loud metallic clang.

The feline did her best to help support Recovery, unable to help a soft laugh as she noticed he'd regained control of himself just as quickly as he'd lost it. The android remains down on one knee, internal fans having turned back on medium, and he buries his face in Flame's chest.

"I love you," Recovery says, this time with confidence, holding Flame close to him. The android continues to mutter words of love to Flame, the relief that had flooded his systems had given way to him rambling. Flame is similarly relieved, and she showed it by kissing Recovery wherever she could.

The pair eventually got themselves to rest in their nest of pillows and blankets, still holding each other close. Of course Recovery was still whispering words of adoration and praise, and in return Flame was still peppering kisses wherever she could while telling Recovery that she loved him too.

This is one hell of a birthday present.

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                                                    there’s nothing left for me here… 

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Your chances of survival are about ONE in a THOUSAND. 

                                                        So here’s what you do: 

                              You forget the thousand, 

                       and you concentrate on the one.