#Continuing the Gamma Rad Count...

[toomuch-caffeine]

Titles don't matter

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Word count: 8726

Summary: First, Happy was dating some mysterious woman. Then his new nephew turned out to be superhero. And now Tony somehow gained a kid.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: kidnapping, gunshot wounds, unnamed bad guy's death

A/N: Reposted from AO3, third fic in a series

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A big reveal of Spider-Man’s identity and by consequence Happy’s mysterious girlfriend, who was a vigilante’s Aunt, brought a lot of yelling and long conversations in med bay. Said vigilante was a teenager and hid the fact that he fights criminals in his pajamas for more than a year, which made his Aunt mix of angry, guilty and terrified. When the situation calmed down, a couple of days after Peter Parker woke up from the surgery and had a chance to defend his actions, Tony made a proposition to May and Happy. Peter could train in the Tower with the Avengers and also would make a super suit with Tony. A suit that would contain a lot of safety protocols and a way to control young hero’s actions by adults.

That’s how Tony ended up giving a tour of his workshop. He observed the awestruck teenager in front of him. Peter looked around, lips slightly parted and eyes wide open. Tower’s lab was definitely an update from dumpsters and school workshops. It occupied two whole floors, one of them belonged to Tony, one to Bruce. Sleek holotables and expensive materials were enough to make every nerdy teenager’s knees weak. There was still some clutter in the corner, but Tony had cleaned up a bit, to impress Peter more.

“Come on, kid, that’s your workstation.” Tony showed a big, empty oval table, to a lingering in a threshold kid. Peter’s eyes widened even more, something that Tony didn’t think was possible.

“Wow, seriously?”

“Yeah. And those are Dum-E and U.” Tony didn’t even have to motion at the two robots, as both of them were currently surrounding Peter, trying to get to know the newcomer. Kid petted both of them, laughing and they seemed satisfied. He was seriously endearing. Couple of minutes spent with him and Tony could already tell why he wormed his way to Happy’s heart in no time. He was still shy with Tony and other Avengers, but around May and Happy he acted like a rambling ball of sunshine. He was too polite for his own sake and looking at his school records, Tony could tell, he was brilliant and right now he wanted to test that.

“So, introductions are done, time for fun!” Tony clapped his hands. “You can use everything in here-”

“Oh my god, this is like the best day of my life, Ned, you know, my friend, won’t believe me!”

“-but there are gonna be rules,” Tony continued. Mention of the rules brought all of Peter’s attention to him.

“First of all, FRIDAY won’t let you in the lab without me or Bruce present. You can experiment with whatever you want, but you have to run your ideas by me or Bruce or FRIDAY first. If you set something on fire, Dum-E has a fire extinguisher. Don’t eat or drink anything bots give you, they mix food with motor oil.

“Okay, so for the first project, we’ll do your spider suit together and you will learn along the way what FRIDAY can do, where are the tools and so on.” Tony sat down next to Peter, motioned for holograms to appear. “So, let’s get started.”

~~~

Tony never liked having company in the workshop. Other people were loud and nagging him to do stuff like eating or sleeping. But then came Bruce, who was quiet, could keep up with him and stand his moods. And then Peter appeared. The kid that understood arc reactor technology and Bruce’s papers. Even when something posed a problem to him, explaining was a pleasure, not a hindrance. He actually wanted to teach him all that he could and he already made several notes of what to do with the kid after they finished the suit. Peter’s ramblings replaced his workshop playlist and soon Tony knew all about his friends and teachers, his stories from patrols, as well as his favorite dishes and ice cream flavors. So he enjoyed working with Peter. His teammates might have also noticed that.

~~~

“Keep this up young spider and you will beat me in sparring,” Natasha praised him after the training. Peter, red faced from exertion, smiled and thanked. Then, he quickly grabbed a bottle that Steve threw at him from behind. He opened it and took a sip.

“Wow, I’m so hungry right now,” he stated.

“We have a lunch in an hour, think you will survive ‘til then?”

“Uhh, I don’t know, who’s cooking?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because there’s your favorite pizza waiting for you in the lab.” Another voice butted in. The owner of this voice appeared a moment after. “Spiderling! Come on, we’re burning sunlight!”

“But Mr. Stark, it’s not even noon and we don’t need sunlight in the lab!”

“Yeah, but Happy picks you up at 5, come on, come on, we have a lot to do.”

“Stark, stop making excuses to hog the kid just for yourself,” Natasha joked.

“Yeah, it’s been a month and he spent that mostly with you in the lab,” Bucky backed her up.

“Well, maybe because he knows who is best. Kiddo, who’s your favorite Avenger?” Tony shot them all a smile and clapped Peter on the shoulder.

“Well, I don’t know, but Bruce Banner is pretty cool? You know the most renowned scientist of his generation, his work on gamma rad-“

“You ungrateful child. I build a multimillion dollar super suit with you and that’s how you repay me?” Tony mocked outrage and started dragging Peter out of the gym. “We’re going. But maybe take a shower first.”

~~~

“Parker, you’re cheating!” Sam shouted when Peter threw at him another blue shell and won the race.

“I’m not cheating!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Rules allow that!”

“Then the rules are wrong!” Sam threw his hands up in the air. “God, I can’t believe that I lost to a teenager.”

Clint, who came the last, said, laying face first on the carpet, “You never win with kids in those things. Seriously, I have three of them, I know it.”

“Kid? Where are you? You said you are going to eat. Did the fridge eat you?” Tony came shouting.

“I’m sorry Mr. Stark, but Mr. Barton and Mr. Wilson invited me to play Mario Kart with them,” Peter answered beaming.

“And how did you do?”

“I won!” Peter gestured at the screen with the results and two defeated men.

“That’s great. Hey, when you come to the lab, I’ll let you mess with Iron Man repulsors.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Peter’s eyes lit up and he hurried after Tony.

“Wow, Tony stole Happy’s kid,” Sam said incredulously, when they both left.

“Do you think he will hide and lock him in his lab forever?” Clint lifted himself from the carpet.

“Dunno. Wanna go another round?”

~~~

So when the summer break ended, Spider-Man’s suit tested and ready to use, the atmosphere in the workshop changed. Kid started spending mornings at school and afternoons alternating between patrols and spending time in the lab. But the amount of time spent together was significantly smaller and emptiness started annoying Tony. It did wonders to his responsibilities to SI and Avengers Initiative as he was less inclined to lock himself up in the workshop.

~~~

“Tony, did something blow up here?” Bruce entered his workshop and stopped in his tracks, shell-shocked and looking around. He hadn’t been in Tony’s workshop for a long time as he worked mostly in his or small med bay’s lab and it was Tony, who would pay friendly visits to other labs (or come to bother Bruce). Currently, on Peter’s workstation were piling papers and textbooks. Every other surface was covered in post-it notes with Spanish vocabulary.

“I’m helping Peter with Spanish.”

“Tony, do you even know Spanish?” Bruce asked with raised eyebrows.

“I do now.”

“So… You are learning Spanish. For Peter,” Bruce stated.

“I’m learning for myself. It’s just a side effect that I can help him.”

“And it has nothing to do with Nat and Bucky teaching him Russian?”

“Nothing.”

“Sure. Now, do you have a UV lamp? Mine had broken down.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s there.”

~~~

“Soo, Mr. Stark, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes, of course…” Kid said, playing with a zipper.

“Just spit it out.”

“Cannedcometotheworkshopplease?” Peter let out a question in one breath with unbelievable speed.

“Say that again, but slower?”

“Can Ned come to the workshop, please? We have a robotics project for school, an-“

“Jesus, of course you can invite your friend over, you don’t need to stress so much.”

“Thank you Mr. Stark!”

And that’s how Tony ended up giving a lab tour to another teenager, this time a chubby, Asian kid, that gave the gaping fish impression at the first sight of the workshop.

“So, kiddos, what do you need to do for your little project?”

The project ended up with a very angry May Parker yelling at him.

“Stark! Why the fuck school called me to tell me that Peter’s last project was to dangerous to show in class?” Her lips were pressed into a thin line and she crossed her arms.

“Wha- It wasn’t anything that would blow up?” Tony said hesitantly as he didn’t exactly remember what he came up with.

“There were lasers, Tony.”

“Not very dangerous, if you ask me, just for a show.” He was sure that he didn’t let kids put anything that would destroy school in their project.

“Lasers that apparently cut a school desk and a whiteboard in half.” Or maybe he did. “He was given a 3 day suspension for bringing dangerous objects to school!”

“Oh, wow, I mean, that’s bad…” Tony was literally unable to act guilty, because that meant Peter would be out of school, and that meant…

“He’s not going to spend that time with you.” May Parker’s sharp voice cut off his train of thoughts.

“Oh…”

He spent those three days redecorating and personalizing the guest room, where Peter had stayed a couple of times. His actions brought some half-hidden smiles from his teammates and Pepper, but he shrugged it off.

~~~

“Pepper, why did you take my intern?”

“I didn’t take anyone, Tony.” Pepper leveled him with a stare. “Peter came to me, asking for help with English essay for school.”

“Why didn’t he ask me?”

“Because you said that English classes are useless and he should ditch them.”

“What? No! I didn’t! Why would I?” Tony sputtered.

“FRIDAY, pull up the footage, please,” Pepper said with an exhale.

“Okay, FRIDAY, don’t, I did, but I shouldn’t. Kid, don’t ditch school, your education is important.”

“Well, I can always become a full time Avenger.”

“Wha- no! No, you can’t, I forbid, you are going to finish high school, then go to MIT and then work in SI, and you are not going to be a full time Avenger. Over my dead body!” Tony’s speech made both Pepper and Peter laugh.

“I was just joking.” Peter scrunched his eyebrows as some thought just came to him. “Have you already planned my life for me?”

“No?”

“Oookay,” he replied, dragging the o. “Anyway, I just thought, that Pepper has more experience in humanities that you,” said Peter

“So when you are done with English, head down to the lab, because I have some upgrade ideas to discuss with you.”

Tony shot a glare at Pepper and she glared back. Tony decided to do a tactical retreat and leave the room.

~~~

“Tony, wait!” Happy called after him. “Look, I just wanted to talk about Peter.” That grabbed Tony’s attention.

“Is he okay? I didn’t get any-“

“No, no, he’s fine, I just wanted to talk about him. And you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I talked with May and she noticed that as well and he spends a lot of time with you.”

“If you want me to stop h-“

“I don’t want you to stop, there’s just a building full of people who also want to spend time with him.” Happy’s words were rushed and he seemed out of breath.

“So what do you want me to do, throw him out of the workshop?”

“Tony, just don’t go around complaining that he’s currently doing something with someone else.” Happy made a placating gesture and continued, “Look, I know you love him, I do too , but you can’t monopolize all his time.”

Tony opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He thought about his interactions with Peter for the past couple of months. Yeah, he liked the kid, liked teaching and helping him, a lot of his Spider-Man’s adventures had raised his heart rate and had given him a few gray hairs, but love? Nope, he didn’t need it and the kid didn’t need it.

He finally found his voice, “I don’t l-“

“God, you are an emotionally stunted idiot.” Happy shook his head. “Everyone sees that. Talk with Pepper.”

“Oh-okay,” Tony replied in confusion.

~~~

Pepper and Tony were laying in bed, the former reading a book, the latter looking at some blueprints.

“Happy said that I love Peter,” Tony dropped suddenly. The woman closed a book and turned on her side to look at him.

“And you don’t agree with that,” she stated.

“Well, it’s not like I don’t agree with it, but…”

“Tony, you literally started learning a new language to help him. And you also do your paperwork, while he does his homework, because you want to set a good example. You also started sleeping and eating regularly, for the same reason.”

“I just want to be a good example.”

“I also know something else.”

“Hmm?”

“Your will.”

“Oh.” Tony had, in fact, updated his will a month before and made Peter his sole heir. Peter wasn’t aware of this fact as Tony waited for him to be eighteen. May, as a legal guardian, and Happy, by extension, were the only ones informed about it. “But you know, he’s clever.”

“Would you do that to every clever kid?”

“…no.” Pepper smiled and picked up her book. Tony stared at the ceiling, thinking. After a minute he said, “He also said that I spend too much time with him.”

“Happy said that?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Tony… He just means that you are fairly annoying, when Peter spends time with the team and you come dragging him to the workshop.”

“I don’t drag him anywhere.”

“You know what I mean,” Pepper responded disapprovingly.

“Okay, okay, I know.”

After the beat of silence Tony spoke again, “You know, we could make our own kids.”

“You already have one.”

“He’s Happy’s and May’s, I just borrowed him.”

“And after we make our own, you are going to give him back?”

“Ehh, no, he grew on me.” Tony blinked, realizing something. “Wait you said after? Does that mean-“

“Good night, Tony.” Pepper turned off the lights.

“But you don’t dismiss the idea…”

“Good night.”

~~~

He did make it weird. They were five minutes into their usual lab time and Tony couldn’t stop staring at the kid and recalling conversations with Happy and Pepper. Peter , currently unaware of the turmoil inside Tony , was sitting at his workstation, chewing on a pencil and focusing on calculus homework. Tony sitting with his own pile of papers moved his eyes to the sheet of paper before him. ‘ Article 5c…' What the fuck am I reading? He looked on the desk, where read pieces of paper were laying. Apparently it was a contract. He didn’t recall its content at all. He looked at Peter again. Still chewing on a pencil.

“Hey, don’t chew on that!”

“What?”

“You’ll destroy your teeth by chewing on pencils.”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows.

“Seriously?” He looked at the pencil and at Tony. “Why are you so weird today?”

“I’m not weird.”

“You are looking at me.”

“Maybe I like watching you.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Tony winced internally at them. Great, now he is a creepy, rich guy, who likes watching teenagers. “Or maybe not.” Peter’s eyebrows raised in question. “But I still like you.”

“You are being really weird,” Peter said, unsure of what he should do.

“Do you like being here?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I?”

“You are not feeling obligated to do so? You wouldn’t prefer to spend time with Steve right now?”

“I don’t understand…”

“It’s a simple question, Pete.”

“Yeah, but I don’t understand why you are asking me that.”

“Just answer it, kid.”

“No , I don’t feel obligated to spend time here. I wouldn’t prefer to spend time with Steve right now” Peter replied, confusion and nervousness clearly visible, with how he started playing with the pencil.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good, good talk, go back to your homework.” Peter looked at him quizzically for a moment, then he shrugged and went back to calculus. Tony started going through the contract. Except after five lines he lost his focus again and started thinking about Peter again. Emotions were always confusing for him and it didn’t help that everything about a situation was complicated. He couldn’t exactly Google ‘my bodyguard is dating a woman with a kid and I think I kind of love that kid, but I’m not sure what to do.’ Happy and Pepper both said that it’s okay and their only complaint was he tries to keep Peter to himself too much. And he was willing to admit that they were in fact right. But that was followed by the doubts if Peter actually wants to spend time in the workshop or if he just a pressured poor kid, who didn’t feel like he could refuse. Even if he wanted to spend time with him, where would he draw the line ? He had May and Happy as, well, parental figures. So what did it make Tony?

“Why are you staring at me again, Tony ? ” Peter’s voice startled him. He didn’t even notice when he moved his gaze from paperwork before him to kid again.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Tony moved his eyes to the ceiling and sighted.

“Okay, I am. But I want to talk to you about something and I don’t know how.” Talking about feelings. Apparently a mature thing to do.

“Oh. Did I do something wrong? Because-“

“No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Tony quickly denied. “Wait. Why did you think that you did something wrong? Did you?” He stared intensely at Peter.

“No, I just, you know…”

“Okay, never mind, we’ll talk about this later.” Tony took a big breath and started, “I talked with Happy. And Pepper. They both thi-“ A ping from his phone interrupted him, he looked at it and swore. “Okay, looks like we need to postpone our conversation.”

“What’s going on? Is that a mission? Should I-“

“Not a mission, stay there and do your homework, I’m going to be back soon or I’ll send Pepper.” Tony quickly left the workshop and once he was out of hearing range, he said, “FRIDAY, what’s going on?”

“There was a shooting at Central Park. Happy Hogan and May Parker were involved.”

“Are they okay?”

“911 reports say that Mr. Hogan was injured.”

“Send location to the suit, I’m going there. Divert the ambulance with Happy to the Tower, inform Cho and Pepper of the situation.”

“What should I tell Mr. Parker?”

“Don’t tell him anything yet.”

May and Happy had a date tonight, they should’ve been safe. But something happened and Tony had to do damage control quickly.

~~~

There was already the police and an ambulance departing the scene. Tony couldn’t see neither Happy nor May anywhere. He hoped that they were both in the ambulance that he saw leaving. He landed and immediately saw the crowd turn to him. He didn’t have time for fans and questions, ignoring them, he confidently strode towards NYPD officers, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

“What’s going on, where’s May Parker and Happy Hogan?”

“Excuse me Mr. Stark, but you have to stand behind that tape.” one of the officers pointed with a finger.

“Mr. Hogan is my employee and has close ties to the Avengers and as such, that case falls under our jurisdiction,” he quickly replied, leveling the cop with a stare. It was a young looking man in uniform. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth in shock.

“Okay, I know that you are here to just keep the crowd away. Just bring me to someone, who is in charge here,” Tony quickly added more calmly. This worked, because he quickly found himself in the company of Detective Morrison and Detective Slater. Both of them were tall, unimpressed looking men.

“I understand Mr. Stark that you are nervous, but we are currently questioning the witnesses.” Morrison crossed his arms over the chest. Tony looked at his phone. Steve was trying to get that case handed over to them, but there’s only so much that can be done in five minutes and without any proof that it was an Avengers-level threat. Happy was admitted in the Tower’s med bay, unconscious and with a bullet hole. May Parker wasn’t with him and Tony was currently trying to locate her.

“You don’t understand. I just need to talk to a woman. May Parker. This high, brown hair, wears glasses. She was with Happy Hogan and probably will know what happened here.”

“I’m sorry, but there was no woman matching your description among people on scene when we arrived.” Finally Tony got confirmation of what he suspected all along and could act on that. He unblocked his phone and chose the number.

“Rogers, shooting in Central Park, May Parker wasn’t on scene when authorities had arrived, she’s possibly missing.” Then he turned to the Detectives, “We’ll need the witness statements that you’ve gathered.” He handed them a business card.

~~~

Back at the Tower Tony immediately rushed to the workshop. Peter was still there, having finished homework, he was preparing a web fluid.

“Hey, kid,” Tony started. Peter jumped in surprise and spilled the chemicals. He moved to clean it, but Tony stopped him

“Leave this. We need to talk.”

“Uhh, yeah, you'd said that before you left.”

“About something else, actually.” He placed his hands on the kid's shoulders and pushed him gently in the direction of a lab stool. “Sit down.” Peter complied and turned his attention to him.

“I left, because FRIDAY informed me of… shooting in Central Park. Happy and May were involved in it. Happy is currently in surgery and we don’t know where May is.” Tony decided to be short. As he watched Peter’s expression morph from neutral to disbelief and then pure shock and fear, he thought that maybe being more gentle and less direct was a better idea.

“What? No! That’s not… Please…” Peter’s breath quickened and started coming in short pants. He swayed on the unstable lab stool. Tony caught him by his shoulders.

“You need to breathe, kid or you’re gonna pass out.”

Fortunately Peter was able to get his breathing under control on his own and didn’t work himself into a full-blown panic attack. After a short silence filled only with the sound of his inhales and exhales, he feebly said, “I want to help.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony answered sternly and moved back.

“It’s May!”

“That is exactly why you won’t be doing anything!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Yes, I do! You won’t be able to keep your cool and you will be a liability not help! We can’t afford that!”

“Well, you can’t stop me!”

“Oh, yes I can. FRIDAY, Peter is not allowed to leave the Tower or access any files on the case.” Tony gave his orders to AI and looked at Peter. The teenager was fuming.

“You have no right!”

“If you think I’m the bad guy here, you can talk to Steve, he’s going to tell you the same thing.”

“I hate you!” Peter pushed him and stormed out of the workshop.

“FRIDAY, tell him that he should go to med bay to keep Happy company,” Tony barked out and then sighted, sat down by the desk and put his head in his arms. Somehow he managed to destroy everything in two minutes. Well, at least he knew where he stood. He rubbed his face and got up. Team was waiting for him in one of the conference rooms.

~~~

Avengers got permission to handle the case with the NYPD. So along with the team, there were two disgruntled detectives that Tony had met before. Steve led the meeting. After an hour of talking that had led them exactly to nothing he summed up, “For now, we have first responders and witnesses reports, none of them actually saw what happened, most of them heard the gunshot and saw only the result. Nobody recalls seeing May. FRI (DAY?) is running facial recognition, but to no avail. She’s also reviewing all of the footage from the nearest cameras to the scene and flagging anything unusual.”

At that moment Bruce entered the room.

“I have an update on Happy,” he started. ”GSW to the stomach, although nothing vital was hit. Cho’s using her regeneration cradle, so he should be able to tell us what happened when the anesthesia wears off.”

The team nodded at that.

“How’s Peter, Tony?” Natasha turned to him.

“He said that he hates me, because I didn’t let him help us,” Tony said dryly.

“He doesn’t really hate you, Tony,” Clint reassured him. “He’s just frightened that he’s going to lose the closest thing he has to a mother.”

“You need to talk to him,” Natasha stated.

“Yeah, I need to check on him anyway. FRI, where is he?”

“I am unable to determine Mr. Parker’s location.” Blood in Tony’s veins froze in an instant. The whole room went quiet, you could hear the pin drop.

“What… What do you mean?”

“Mr. Parker left the Tower approximately 30 minutes ago.”

“What?! I told you not to let him out! Track him!”

“The protocol has been overridden. Current protocol prohibits me from tracking him.”

“How?”

“I believe that the current protocol was created by Ned Leeds.”

“Fuck.” Wow, letting the kid’s friend in the lab bit him in the ass for the second time.

“Tony, what’s going on? Who’s-“

“Peter and his friend hacked FRIDAY to sneak out and they added coding that makes it impossible to track him. I’m going to fix that.”

It was a long night. Tony spent hours fixing FRIDAY’s programming. At the end he was seriously considering whether it’s better to kill or hire Ned. Unfortunately after removal of the offending code it was too late to find Peter. He disappeared into thin air. His spider suit and phone were left at the Tower. He had changed his clothes in a back alley nearby and he wasn’t caught by any cameras, so they didn’t have anything to go on. At 4 AM it started sounding a bit surreal. Man gets shot and a woman goes missing in a public place in broad daylight. Teenager runs away and doesn't leave any trace. Everything in the span of two hours. Now they were just waiting for something. Clint and Sam played cards quietly. Steve and Natasha were going through everything they’ve managed to gather for an umpteenth time. Bruce went back to med bay to help Cho. Bucky just fell asleep on the table. The two detectives had left. Tony just stared at the screen no longer understanding what he was seeing, his mind exploring horrifying scenario number 78, where they find two mutilated bodies in a river and Happy dies because Cho missed something.

“Mr. Parker was registered by a street camera near the Tower, five minutes ago.” FRIDAY’S voice cut the silence. “He seems to be heading here.”

“What? Where’s he now?” Tony jumped to his feet.

“Mr. Parker just entered the Tower,” FRIDAY announced. “He’s going to the penthouse level.”

~~~

Tony for the past few hours imagined the lecture that he was going to give Peter when he saw him again. Something that would make the kid regret the day he was born. But when he saw him standing by the elevator, all of the anger had left him and immense relief washed over him. Peter was pale and shaking like leaf, but according to FRIDAY was unharmed

“Thank god!” That was all Tony said before pulling him into a hug. Peter, stiff at first, melted into him and started crying. His legs gave out and they both crumbled to the floor.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you, I don’t-“

“Sh, sh, I know, it’s okay, I know, kiddo, I know,” Tony instinctively shushed him and started rocking them back and forth. He looked up and saw Pepper in pajamas, who was woken up and drawn there by the noise and he shook his head a little. She quickly understood and left for their bedroom.

Tony didn’t know how long they sat there but his legs went numb. Eventually Peter calmed down and said, “I thought you would chew me out for running.”

“I thought too. I’m still going to, after you get some sleep.”

“Hmm…”

They sat like that in silence for some more time. Finally Tony moved and helped Peter up.

“Come on, you still need to sleep.”

~~~

Peter looked better after the shower. Not so pale. Tony pushed him into bed, turned off the light and was about to leave, when the small voice called, “Can you stay?” Tony turned towards the owner of this voice. In the darkness he could only distinguish the lump on the bed and curls peeking out from beneath the covers. He moved closer and sat on bed next to Peter, leaning against the headboard.

“Only until you fall asleep,” he said softly. He didn’t exactly know what he’s doing, comforting someone was completely uncharted territory for him. He remembered something that Jarvis used to do for him, when he was little. He put his hand on Peter's head and started running fingers through the soft curls. Peter sighted and leaned closer.

“I’m sorry for running away,” he mumbled.

“You should be.”

“I just wanted to do something…”

“And what did you do?”

“I just wandered around. I didn’t have any plan and I realized that I won’t help. I was scared that you would be mad, so I didn’t come back immediately.”

“I was mad, I still am, but I was mostly afraid, kid. You can’t do things like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Peter finally closed his eyes and relaxed a little. Tony thought that he was asleep.

“Do you think you’re gonna find May?” Peter asked quietly, startling Tony, who looked down and saw wide eyes staring at him. ‘ He’s just frightened’, he remembered Clint’s words.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Peter closed his eyes again and pressed his cheek against Tony’s thigh. Tony kept playing with his hair until his breaths evened out and face and shoulders relaxed completely. He stayed like that for a moment before standing up. He stopped in the doorway, looked at sleeping form and whispered, “Sleep tight, kiddo.”

After that Tony went to the kitchen, where Pepper waited for him.

“How is he?”

“Physically? Good. Mentally? As well as he could be in that situation.” He moved towards a coffee machine.

“I handled CPS. He can stay here, for now.”

“That’s good, good.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Coffee. And then go to the team and see if there’s some progress. Find May eventually. You?”

“I’m going to make sure that nothing burns in the process.” she smiled at him softly.

“FRIDAY will let me know when he wakes up, but can you keep an eye on him?” he looked at her.

“I’ve already cleared my schedule.”

“What would I do without you?”

~~~

When he entered the conference room everyone was a bit agitated.

“What happened?”

“A witness came forward, she saw a van and some men in ski masks near the scene,” Natasha started explaining. “One of the traffic cameras caught a vehicle matching the description. We have a license plate.”

It turned out that their excitement was short-lived. Sam and Bucky found the van in an alley a couple blocks away. Police forensics examined it. They would have to wait for the full results, but for now it seemed that it was cleaned. The only noteworthy thing they discovered were traces of blood, presumably May’s. All of the nearby cameras recorded many other cars at the interesting period of time and it was impossible to tell which one belonged to kidnappers. The owner was a kind old man, named Stan, who reported the van's theft a week before. The investigation on that also hit a dead end. They were in process of reviewing the material gathered by the police and made FRIDAY find footage from the night of the van’s theft, but it didn’t seem to go anywhere. They also found May’s phone, or rather what was left of it. They were working on two theories, first one that someone noticed that she spends lots of time with Happy and kidnapped her for information, second one that she was kidnapped for a ransom. They had thought that maybe Happy would say something groundbreaking, but his story didn’t tell them anything that they already knew or suspected.

“There were three men in ski masks and non-descript clothes, with guns. They tried to grab us, one of them shot me. I think they got scared and took only May. I don’t remember much more.”

That left them to wait and look into the enemies' of Avengers, SI and Spider-Man recent activity. Honestly with the amount of material they had, they should have made some progress.

24 hours have passed and they managed to hit a dead end. No one saw anything, no camera registered anything. Tony looked at the clock in the conference room accusingly. First 48 hours were the time when most of the missing people were found. After that chances started to diminish. They’d already used half of that time. Tony should probably go find and comfort Peter instead of sitting and not doing anything, but he couldn’t make himself leave the room in case something happened. Besides, finding May would be probably the most comforting thing they could do.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by an email notification. He looked at the new message and felt his heart drop immediately.

“Fuck! Guys?”

~~~

Everyone in the conference room sat in silence as the video was playing. This time apart from two detectives, there were ransom specialists joining the team. Video featured the kidnappers beating up May and making demands. It looked really bad, with two men punching and kicking her without even looking where. She already had some bruises and what looked like a broken nose. Hits were leaving red marks that would soon turn into bruises. What raised the biggest concern was that May barely reacted. She probably already had a concussion or was drugged.

“Mr. Hogan, we have your girlfriend. In exchange for her, we want 5 million dollars. We are sure that you can get that amount easily from your boss. We give you 48 hours, or we will have fun with her.”

Tony immediately took his phone to organize the demanded amount of money in cash.

“Tony, what are you doing?” Steve asked him.

“Getting them what they want, what do you think I’m doing?”

“I think we should make a plan first,” Bucky joined calmly.

“What plan? They said, what they want, we give them that, we get May back!”

“Excuse me sir, but you shouldn’t do that,” one of the K&R specialists interrupted. “This video doesn’t count as proof of life, so we don’t know if that woman is still alive. A phone call would be preferable. Also, in ransom negotiations the first offer generally should be declined.”

“Am I the only person in this room that actually watched this video? You didn’t hear what they wanted to do? Didn’t see what they were doing?”

“It is not in the kidnappers interest to kill her quickly if they want ransom. They just want to show the power they have over you.”

“Besides, the more we communicate with them, the more we have to track them,” Natasha added. “Also you shouldn’t negotiate. When they get to talk with the billionaire Tony Stark, they are immediately going to raise their demands.”

“It’s also going to be a press nightmare if the media get a sniff on this.”

“Fine!” Tony threw his arms over the head. “Do whatever you want.” He left the room slamming the door.

~~~

Tony went to med bay to inform Happy about the recent development. Peter and Pepper also were there. They sat on plastic chairs, Pepper hugging Peter. Happy laid in bed. He woke up, when Tony entered the room. Tony sat down heavily on the chair in the corner.

“Anything has changed?” Pepper asked. Tony sighted and gave them an extremely watered down description of the video content.

“Those specialists tell me that paying immediately is a mistake and the team says that I shouldn’t get involved.”

“They’re specialists for a reason,” Pepper reasoned.

“I want to see that video,” Happy said.

“Trust me on this, you don’t want to.”

“Tony…”

“You focus on getting better, Hap,” Tony cut him off and turned to Peter. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.”

“A sandwich a couple of hours ago,” supplied Pepper.

“You have to eat more with your metabolism, kiddo,” Tony said seriously. “Come on. We’re going to the kitchen and then there’s bedtime for Spider-babies.”

“I’m neither hungry nor tired.”

“Yeah, I’m not explaining to your Aunt, why are you starved and sleep deprived.”

“If you will have someone to explain to,” Peter mumbled under a breath.

“Yeah, you're not talking like that. We’ll get her back and you are going to eat.” Tony put his arms under Peter’s armpits and pulled him up. “If you don’t cooperate, I’ll use a suit to drag you to the kitchen.”

~~~

Tony managed to coax Peter into the kitchen, without dragging and made him blueberry pancakes. (“Pancakes? But that’s breakfast food.” “Yeah, and you are going to eat them at 10 PM.”) They repeated the routine from yesterday. It also calmed down Tony and he started accepting that specialists and the team might be right. He came back to the conference room, where everyone was except for Clint and Natasha.

“FRIDAY tracked the kidnappers, they didn’t cover their tracks well.” Steve’s voice greeted him. “Clint and Nat are doing reconnaissance right now.”

Clint’s and Nat’s intel helped them develop a plan. There were four kidnappers, holding May in a suburban house. They were armed, but definitely weren’t professionals. This didn’t work in the team’s favor, because their lack of experience made them unpredictable. With the hostage present they really couldn’t afford a fight, even though they outnumbered the opponents. So they formed a plan, when they would try to take the criminals one by one.

It was just an ordinary house at the outskirts. The whole neighborhood was peaceful and unaware of horrors currently happening in one of the houses. Well maintained, clean area, small streets and wide sidewalks, a playground nearby. With a shining sun and birds singing cheerfully it looked like a suburban dream. It was really weird, that nobody had heard anything, but on the other hand it was the kind of neighborhood where the residents would leave their homes in the morning for work and come back in the evening.

“It just really creeps me out, this place,” Tony started wondering. “It looks perfect and beautiful, but no one has any idea what neighbors are doing.”

“Do you know what our neighbors are doing, Tony?”

“I have FRIDAY monitoring for any suspicious activity in the nearby buildings.”

“You're a stalker.”

Tony chuckled as he watched people getting to their cars and leaving. They had been observing the house since wee hours of morning waiting for the best moments to strike. Right now any action was out of the question. There were too many people on the street and any Avengers action would attract a lot of gawkers.

“One of the kidnappers went out for a smoke, he’s at the back. I think we could take him out without attracting any attention.” Natasha’s voice carried through the comms.

“Do not engage. Neighbors haven’t already left, we can’t risk being seen,” Steve ordered. “Tony, how’s the front of the house looking?”

“The guy with a nose from the house on the left is having a polite conversation with the fat guy from the house in front,” Tony relayed what he could see from his car.

“Guy with a nose?”

“It’s seriously big, trust me.”

“Seriously, you would think that people at 7:30 in the morning would hurry to work and not engage in conversations with neighbors,” Clint complained. Three yelling children came out from one of the houses.

“Oh and now the guy with a nose is packing his children to the car and the fat guy looks like he’s about to go,” Tony updated and relaxed into a seat. He took a sip of a coffee and choked, when someone suddenly knocked on his window.

“Yeah?” He asked, rolling down the window.

“You can’t park your car here!” a middle aged blonde woman started yelling at him. Peter called those ‘Karens’ as he recalled.

“It’s not a no-parking zone,” he replied.

“You cast a shadow on my flowers.” Tony looked at the sad excuses for plants and immediately thought that they need water more than sunlight. Before he could share his idea, comms cracked and he heard Steve saying, “Tony, do not argue with her, we can’t afford her to recognize you. Just drive around the block, maybe she’ll leave.”

Crazy plant lady didn’t leave and Tony was forced to find another observation spot.

Finally, the neighborhood emptied and quietened.

“That guy is smoking in the back again.”

“Okay, the neighbors have left, you can take him out now.”

Tony looked at the stream from the camera Clint had on himself. Natasha and Bucky moved in complete silence. She stepped behind the kidnapper, and with surgical precision pressed a spot on his neck. Bucky immediately caught the man, before he could fall and make a noise. They dragged him into bushes and hid there.

“One out, three to go.”

“Okay, now we wait.”

Couple of minutes later another criminal appeared.

“Clint, go.”

An arrow soundlessly flew through the air and hit him in the shoulder. Bucky appeared and again caught and dragged the guy into bushes, where Natasha was keeping an eye on the first one.

“He’s out. Two more to go.”

“Attention guys, the remaining two kidnappers moved from the basement to the kitchen.”

“Uh-uh, people on the street,” Tony warned. “Someone with a kid, I think. I can’t see clearly.”

Two NYPD officers in civilian clothes appeared and herded the newcomers to where they came from.

“Okay, all clear now.”

“Good. Nat and Bucky, you are guarding the back door and kitchen window, Tony and me from the front. Clint stays watching those two taken out guys, Sam, survey the area from the air. Bruce, move the ambulance here.”

Tony got out of the car and went to the front door, where he met Steve. He activated the nano gauntlet and leaned on the door. Steve looked around while the lasers from the gauntlet were destroying the lock.

“Okay, the door is unlocked, we’re going in.”

“Copy that.” i

Tony pushed the door and let Steve in first. He activated his whole suit and immediately followed the man. They were in a hallway that opened at the end to the living room, connected to the kitchen. On the right there were the stairs. They moved quietly toward s the living room. Tony gestured to Steve that he wants to enter first and stun both remaining criminals with his gauntlets. Steve nodded. Tony smoothly went to the room and fired at the unsuspecting kidnappers. He hit one of them, standing by the counter, but instead of the other he hit the cupboard full of tableware. The cupboard like in slow motion fell on a criminal, emitting an ear-splitting noise of breaking glass. Cracking and clanking reverberated through the room for what I seemed like an eternity. It made both men stop and just watch in shock what was happening. Steve regained his bearings quicker and ran towards the man buried under the glass and porcelain.

“He’s dead.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, his brain is on the floor.”

Tony didn’t wait for more. He retracted the suit and ran towards the basement.

“May, May?! Oh, shit…”

May was slumped in the chair, which she was tied to. Her face was covered in dried blood and bruises.

“Hey, May, wake up,” Tony said while looking for a pulse. He jabbed his fingers to her neck and prayed quietly. Fortunately, he felt slow beats.

“Get a medic here ASAP, she has a pulse, but it looks really bad!” he shouted at the comms. “Hey, wake up, Peter’s waiting for you.”

This seemed to do the trick.

“Pet’r?” she slurred.

“Yeah, he really misses you. And Happy’s okay.”

“Mmm…”

After that everything went rapidly . Suddenly the place was swarmed by medics and NYPD officers. Tony was pushed back as they put a collar around May’s neck and an oxygen mask on her face. She was placed on a stretcher and pushed into an ambulance that left soon.

“Jesus.” Tony slumped against a car and slid down, so he was sitting on asphalt. After the stress of the past few days left him, he felt exhausted. “I need a coffee.”

“You need a sleep.” Steve materialized from nowhere.

“Everyone needs that. I need to talk to Peter, Happy and Cho.”

“ The NYPD wants us to stay here. But… Maybe nobody will notice your absence.”

“Steve Rogers, goody two shoes, encouraging me not to cooperate with law enforcement? How can I refuse?”

“Drive safe, Tony.”

“I will.”

Tony got into a car and started the engine. He drank the rest of the now cold coffee and started driving in direction of the Tower. There were still a lot of things to do.

~~~

Couple of days later Happy was allowed to leave med bay on condition that he will have plenty of rest. May was cleared by Cho the day before that as the biggest issue was concussion. Steve and Bucky were preparing a big dinner since everyone finally could participate and even Rhodey managed to leave DC and was joining them. They were very secretive about the chosen dishes and had forbidden everyone from even getting near the kitchen.  Tony honestly just hoped that they wouldn’t set the building on fire. He holed up in the workshop.

The elevator ding announced somebody’s arrival. Tony turned and saw Peter lingering on a doorstep.

“Hey, what are you doing there? Come here.”

Peter looked at the floor, shuffled towards the workbench and stood there awkwardly. Tony got up and approached him.

“Did you forget that you usually sit here?”

Peter sat down and started playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“Before… Before all this, you said that you need to talk to me.”

Honestly Tony hoped that Peter forgot his attempt at the serious conversation.

“You were weird that day and then, you know what happened, and you were nice, but not there, and then again weird.”

Tony cleared his throat and said slowly, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I spent most of the time with the team, because I thought that finding May was what you needed the most.”

“I mean, it was. I just felt lonely. Happy was on strong pain meds and Pepper is nice, but…”

“Yeah, I get it, I’m really sorry. And for being weird. Happy told me that I spend a lot of time with you and butt in your time with others and I started questioning how you are feeling about this.”

Peter suddenly moved and wrapped his arms around Tony and with a muffled voice said, “I don’t mind, seriously.”

“I know now.” After a moment he added, “You know, I just don’t want to replace anyone.”

“You’re not. You are just Tony, not Happy, or May, or...”

“Just Tony, huh?” Wow, where did the hero worship go?

“Titles don't matter, only that you care.”

I care so much , he wanted to say. I want you to be safe, I want to see you grow and learn. Instead he just said, “I do.” Peter didn’t respond. Tony broke the silence, “You know I’m not good at emotions. Happy called me an emotionally stunted idiot.”

“I know.”

“You little shit. You were supposed to say, ‘You handled this very well, you are great!'” Tony broke a hug and ruffled his hair. Peter beamed at him

“Miss Potts asks if Peter got lost in the workshop and if she has to come and get you to the dinner,” FRIDAY interrupted them.

“Wait, you were supposed to tell me the dinner is ready?”

“Maybe.” Peter smiled sheepishly.

“You really are a little shit. Come on. I’m starving.”

When they got to the kitchen everyone was waiting for them. Pepper, with crossed arms, scolded Tony, “What did you do in that workshop of yours? Everyone was waiting for you and it’s extremely disrespectful to Steve and Bucky!”

“I’m really sorry, Pep, but we needed to have a conversation. And someone-” he looked sternly at Peter- “didn’t tell me that dinner was ready.”

“I’m sorry, really, it just happened,” Peter frantically started explaining himself. Something in Pepper’s face softened.

“I guess it’s fine, you two really needed it, but next time maybe find a better moment, okay?”

“Okay, okay!”

They finally sat down at the table. Steve and Bucky really put a lot of effort into the meal. The main course was salmon with asparagus. They also prepared garlic bread and a salad as side dishes. They even chose the right wine for a fish, but Tony suspected Natasha’s or Pepper’s help here. Conversation flew freely and they made their way to the dessert, in an amiable atmosphere. Pepper started conversing with May, which brought his attention.

“You know, maybe you could move to the Tower.”

“I don’t know really…”

“Peter and Happy spend most of their time here anyway and you too were here a lot, even before.”

“Plus, you know, Happy already has an assigned private floor, so it’s mostly a question of packing and moving stuff from your apartment,” Tony joined them. “And you would have the help of superhumans and Pepper Potts to plan everything.”

“Oh, the last thing makes the best argument. How’s wedding planning going anyway?”

“Well, it would go better if Tony listened to me. We have a cake tasting scheduled next week.”

“You know, we could just take Peter, feed him cakes and ask him which one he likes best. It would be faster. I swear his stomach has no bottom.”

“What?” Peter turned towards them at the sound of his name.

“Only if you are dealing with his sugar high, Tony,” May chuckled

“Hey, guys, I can hear you!”

Before they could continue they heard Steve clearing his throat. He got up and looked like he was about to give a speech.

“Last week was very hard for all of us,” he started. “We are very pleased that everyone important is able to be here. Me and Bucky have some important news to share and we are glad that you are the first to hear that. Without further ado, we decided to get married.”

Cheers and questions erupted immediately. Everyone congratulated and the toasts started.

Tony looked at the large table. Maybe titles didn’t matter. But the only thing that he could think was that after all these years, they became a family somewhere along the way. Big, loud and unconventional, a patchwork family, that wouldn’t make sense to a stranger. There were still a lot of issues that needed to be solved in the long run, but at that moment they were the happiest people on Earth.

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Uranium Fever

More Fallout AU because it’s fun! Part 1, Part 2

Backstory: it’s explained, but the Church of Atom essentially worships the nuclear bombs and radiation. They wield gamma ray guns that spew high levels of radiation. Geiger counters are used to measure radiation levels. Rad-X helps prevent radiation while Radaway gets rid of it and helps cure radiation sickness. Radroaches are exactly what they sound like, irradiated roaches, they’re about the size of a cat. 

Felasel and Darevas belong to @selenelavellan

Cirimeni belongs to @justanartsysideblog

Here are the songs used! The Wanderer, Jingle Jangle Jingle, Uranium Fever, Heartaches by the Number

Miriel has only ever seen the aftermath of the work of the Church of Atom. Usually they work in irradiated places, like junkyards where the fusion cores of cars are breaking down and leaking radiation. She’s never really seen them actively seek out something that was radiation but not attached to fusion before, but then again, worshiping atom bombs of all things doesn’t really suggest they’re really logical to begin with.

There are seven people standing before them now, all in tattered clothes and holding weapons that she’s only seen in broken heaps before. They’re an odd conglomeration of rusted metal and a round disks splayed out towards them.

“Uh, no Atom here! Just us...fleshy folk,” Miriel tries but Darevas steps in front of her quick, plastering a saccharine smile on his face.

“Fellas! Nothing to get alarmed about, we’re just here with some salvage from the hospital, no big deal, scrappers gotta scrap, amiright?” His hip is cocked and Miriel wonders if it is possible he can bullshit them all out of this.

“We can sense it, you are carrying a part of Atom with you,” the leader says and raises his gun.

“It’s not Atom!” Miriel protests, stepping out from behind Darevas, “It’s a drug, not a bomb. So that doesn’t count.”

“But it stems from Atom, without Atom there would be no drug.”

Well. She tried.

Darevas is quick on the draw and shoots at the two to his right, Felasel comes up behind Miriel and shoots at the leader while Cirimeni targets those on the left. Sandwiched between Felasel and Darevas means that Miriel can’t throw any grenades or shoot, however. So she ducks and rolls forward, coming up with a stink bomb. She tosses it at them and covers them in a sticky gas, causing coughing and sputtering.

They fire their guns randomly out, scattering Miriel, Felasel, Darevas, and Cirimeni. They run, trying to flank the group. The rays that emanate from the guns are pure radiation, making all four of their geiger counters tick wildly. Miriel pulls her bandana up over her face and her goggles down before rolling away and trying to gage where everyone is. The stink bomb created fabulous cover, but she can’t throw any more grenades without risking hitting one of her own. She takes out her rifle and runs back to flank the combatants.

The air sizzles with radiation and the electrical buzz from Felasel’s rifle. Darevas is firing rapidly at something and it’s only then that Miriel realizes that there are quite few more than just seven of the Children of Atom.

Damn fanatics. Normally the Children of Atom can be content to just be out in their little irradiated corners, but there’s always those few who are just bat-shit. Miriel fires at the ones nearest to her, two guys focused on Cirimeni who is trying to get some range on them all.

Miriel’s rifle jams. Fuck. She tackles the next fanatic that stumbles back out of the stink fog. She wrestles him to the ground and bashes his head with the butt of her gun. It’s much more unpleasant than simply shooting the man, but it gets the job done.

Cirimeni fires her gun, a resounding BANG echoes through them all and all the fire suddenly stops.

No quick shots from Darevas’s pistols or the “zzztt zzztt” from Felasel’s rifle.

“We all okay?” She calls tentatively. There’s coughing and her radio crackles in her ear. Two beeps.

“I’m good! Felasel, where you at, bro?” Darevas calls. Miriel walks to where she hears Darevas and then adjusts course to where she saw Felasel last.

“I’m fine…” he calls, but he sounds winded and a bit wheezy. Fine, right. Miriel skips to his voice, pulling out her own little first aid kit, filled with stimpacks, bandages, and there are even a couple of blood bags. Just in case.

But there are no catastrophic wounds on him, when she reaches him. He’s leaning against a building, head leaned back so he can breathe and catch up. He seems fine but...not quite.

“There you are, that was wild. Those guys really were gunning for us.” Darevas continues to ramble on. Cirimeni arrives and her eyes inspect Felasel quickly before widening. She hurries over to him and begins to examine his fingernails, and even pokes at his mouth to look at his gums. Felasel, not exactly happy to being poked and prodded, pushes her away and gives her an incredulous look.

“She’s inspecting you for signs of radiation sickness, Felasel, just...let her, she’s not going to hurt you,” Miriel says calmly. Felasel stops and deliberates for a moment before letting Cirimeni continue to gently poke at him. She lifts his top lip up to look at his gums, pulls the skin under his eye down slightly. She leans back and turns to Miriel, quickly signing.

Miriel whistles low and reaches in the bag of salvage, pulling out a Rad-X bottle.

“You’re showing classic symptoms, not really surprising considering they were firing pur radiation at you. Take two of these, it should tide you over until we get to a safe spot to hook you up to a bag of Radaway.” She hands him the pills and he grumbles but takes them anyways. He covers his stomach with his hand and grimaces.

“Let’s make that sooner rather than later.” Felasel grimaces as he pushes himself off the building. Darevas is suddenly very serious and quiet, watching his brother closely. He shifts closer to Felasel and Miriel thinks he may be offering to either carry Felasel or let him lean against Darevas as they find shelter.

Felasel refuses of course.

The sky overhead cackles and thunder rolls through. Miriel glances up and groans at the telltale orange and green tinted clouds. A fucking rad storm, just what they needed.

“Yeah, incoming rad storm. I think there is a brewery up the road where we can bunk for the night.” Miriel takes point and Cirimeni falls behind, covering them while they quickly make their way up the street to the brewery.

The city ruins are always full of sounds, ranging from the skittering of rad-roaches to building shakes from fights from the various factions that hole up in the buildings. There is a slight chance that there are raiders or super mutants in the brewery but it was quiet last time when they walked past it when she and Cirimeni were heading for the hospital.

They make it to the brewery, the thunder beginning to roll in more steadily. Miriel picks the lock on the door and ushers them all inside before sealing the door back up in the most efficient way possible - she moves a desk in front of it and puts a disguised mine under the desk.

There are a few radroaches that Darevas seems to be quite good at disposing of. He’s quick on the trigger even with his staunch refusal to leave Felasel’s side. They set up their main camp area in one of the side offices that she guesses the big boss person used to work or take naps or something. Life before the war seems so...dull and non-threatening that she doesn’t really know what to make of it.

Nonetheless, someone’s gone and put in a beat-up matress that Felasel eyes suspiciously before succumbing to his exhaustion and lies down. That and Cirimeni has a surprisingly intense glare.

He leans back against the wall, sitting on the questionable mattress while Cirimeni tinkers with setting the IV for the Radaway up. Miriel helps open up their first aid packs, pulling out some alcohol for sterilization and tape for the needle. Cirimeni finds a vein and pops the needle in, attaching the radaway bag quickly.

Felasel is quiet through the whole thing, watching them closely, his eyes red from fever. Miriel hands him some water.

“Make sure you eat, radaway can make your stomach a little queasy and it helps if you have a full stomach.”

“Joy.”

Cirimeni offers him some of their dried meat, cooked and not irradiated like the old packaged food scattering the wastes. Felasel takes the offering and begins to gnaw on the jerky.

Darevas hovers over Felasel a bit like a nervous bird. Staring at the strange tint to Felasel’s finger nails and flushed gums whenever he opens his mouth to take a bit. It’s good he cares, Miriel thinks, but it’s also just the tiniest bit odd.

“Darevas, come help me secure the building? You’d be more helpful doing that than hovering,” Miriel suggests and he glances up then back to Felasel, who nods and tells him to go. He reloads and holsters his pistols before following Miriel out into the brewery proper.

The quiet is...awkward. They’re just shuffling around, scanning the floor and the upper rafters to see if there’s anything they need to take care of. There’s none of the banter from before and she feels her shoulders twitch.

They make it to the first large metal barrel thing that she’s pretty sure the world’s forgotten the word for before she cracks.

“He’s going to be fine. Cirimeni knows how to treat it. From the looks of it, he’s far, far off from anything resembling ghoulification. He’ll be fine, just a bag of radaway, then a night’s sleep, food, and he’ll be back to normal,” she reassures and some of the tension in his shoulders ease. His blue eyes soften and he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling in relief.

“We’ve always been really careful with radiation. We had no idea that those people actually...shot radiation.”

Miriel shrugs, “The Church of Atom is weird and those fanatics were messed. And anyways, no matter how careful you are, it’s going to happen. There is just too much radiation out there for it not to happen.” She takes a chance and touches in his arm in reassurance. He glances back at her and smiles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a good thing we with you two when it happened.”

She blushes slightly and nods, “Yes you were.”

His smile turns into a mischievous grin, “You’re blushing.”

“I am not. This...this is an effect of radiation,” she argues, avoiding his eyes as the blush on her face intensifies. And it is not from him, not from talking or anything. She is calm and cool and collected.

“Ah, yes, radiation blush, and there is so more radiation in here, that explains why it’s getting brighter,” he teases, bumping her shoulder.

“Yes, don’t you hear the geiger counter ticking?” She spreads her arms out and backs up towards one of the large barrels. The geiger counter ticks a bit, but not enough to truly cause alarm. She steps away all the same, heading towards a different corner of the place. They’ve probably blown whatever cover they’d previously had, but she truly thinks they’re alone in here.

Except for the radroach up there.

Darevas shoots up at it and it dies quickly enough.

“Do you think the beer they made here was any good?” Darevas wonders, eyeing the great metal barrels.

Miriel grins and gestures for him to follow her, “There’s probably still some left, if you don’t mind two hundred year old beer.”

“Because that’s not full of radiation.”

“You just wash it down with some rad-x and you’re fine!” She waves him off and begins to poke around, looking for bottles of the beer of whatever brewery they’re in. It’s a large space, with wide open areas that make Miriel worry about ghouls or even possible raiders holed up in a different part of the plant, but the place is remarkably empty. There are some human and not-so human remains, but other than the stray radroach, there aren’t any threats.

It’s a surprisingly fortunate event. Particularly for a day that has contained a behemoth, a sentry bot, and the Church of Atom fanatics. It doesn’t take long for them to find a locked door though, and she quickly picks it to reveal the motherload of beer.

Ooooh yeah.

She tosses a bottle of rad-x to Darevas after popping a few herself. She pulls a case out and settles in, taking the caps off of two and handing one to Darevas. They take two long swigs each before Darevas pulls his pack down and pulls out a radio. He switches it on and shifts the dial to the local radio station that actually plays decent music.

Dion’s “The Wanderer” begins to play and Darevas fist pumps the air before singing along. Miriel rolls her eyes but can’t keep herself from laughing as he begins to sing along.

“Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down

Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around.”

She rolls her eyes, confident that he’s not really that type, but he’s having so much fun that when he gets to the chorus, she chimes in.

“They call me the wanderer! Yeah the wanderer!”

“Yeah they do!”

“'Cause I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer

I roam around around around…!”

She swivels closer to him, moving her hips and feet as she sings and dances with him. She sings over him in the next verse and he hoots as she takes it away.

“Oh well I roam from town to town

I go through life without a care

'Til I'm as happy as a clown

With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere

I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around

I'm never in one place I roam from town to town

And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl

I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world

Yeah I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer

I roam around around around…”

Her knees bow out and she dances around as she sings along. Darevas joins in at the chorus and they laugh and drink their way through it. He shimmies closer to her, bending down so he’s closer to her height as they sing and croon together. He’s admittedly much better at the whole singing bit but she has the dancing thing down and is literally dancing circles around him.

She has her beer in one hand and her other is in her hair, pushing it back as she swings her hips side to side. Darevas’s eyes dart down to them and she winks, turning around just a bit, feeling just a bit mischievous and flirty.

The song ends to a long cheer from Darevs and Miriel who finish off their respective beers and open two more while they wait for the next to cue up.

“There’ll be no wedding bells today!” Kay Kyser croons.

“HA!” Darevas says, taking a quick swig of his before singing alone. Miriel keeps up her little dance, singing the woman’s parts in the song.

“I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle

As I go ridin' merrily along

And they sing, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single"

And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh, Lillie Belle

Oh, Lillie Belle

Though I may have done some foolin'

This is why I never fell.”

The beauty in “Jingle Jangle Jingle” is the great big overture in the middle that allows Darevas and Miriel to suddenly come together and swing around in a tipsy rendition of a waltz. She kicks her feet out to the beet and he hums along with the music, making her laugh and take generous sips of her beer. His hand comes around her waist and they spin together, laughing all the while.

The next song keeps them on their feet, hopping and skipping and laughing even more at the rather appropriate though perhaps insensitive title.

“Uranium fever has gone and got me down!

Uranium fever is spreading all around!” Elton Britt cries, and they cry with him. Getting more and drunk with each passing verse.

With the volume from the radio and Darevas and Miriel’s own voices echoing through the space, they don’t hear the cellar door suddenly creek open. And it is only by chance that Darevas spins around at the precise time when a raider pops his head out of the cellar.

“What the -

Darevas, still with his beer in hand and smile on his face, whips out his pistol and fire a shot right into the raider’s head.

Ha! She was right! This place was too good to be true!

But fuck now she’s too drunk to properly deal with it! Ah well. She glances around and finds a large, heavy looking barrel.

“Let’s push it over the entrance and deal with it in the morning when we’re not sloshed.”

“Speak for yourself, small stuff,” Darevas teases, but the way he wavers on his feet is betraying and she puts her hands on her hips.

“Ooooh? Can you still do this?” She asks, dancing around with surprisingly precise movements.

“I can’t do that sober!” Darevas laughs, finishing his second bottle. He gestures to the barrel.

“Alright, let’s move it,” he says and they work together to cover the cellar door. Miriel places a few mines around the entrance.

Miriel pops up and finishes off her beer, setting it close to the mines. Nothing like shattered glass to discourage some raiders!

The radio crackles and continues to play, switching to a new song.

“Now I've got heartaches by the number, troubles by the score

Every day you love me less

Each day I love you more.” It gets Miriel swinging again and she pulls Darevas back to their little dance floor. They dance and drink for hours more, forgetting from the behemoth and the sentry bot and the fanatics that irradiated his brother.

Though at some point, Darevas must feel supremely because he heads back inside to where Cirimeni and Felasel are set up, only to find Felasel asleep, his head resting in Cirimeni’s lap - who’s also asleep!

Miriel giggles and somehow manages to keep herself from full on guffawing at the hilarity of it all.

“This is just so ridiculous!” She laughs, her belly hurting as she topples to the ground.

“I know! You weren’t meant to be at the hospital!” Darevas laughs, falling beside her.

“Us? Noooo, we’re doing this for our outpost, you and Felasel! Though, you two weren’t supposed to show up with your silly laser guns and long jackets.” She takes one of the flaps and shakes it.

“What is this?! It’s a...liability!”

“You’re a liability!”

“Psht! I saved your ass...three times today!” She pokes his side, making him giggle and snort.

“I knooow! You blew that sentry bot up and it was so cool! That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen,” he says, suddenly just a bit more serious.

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, you could’ve let us die -

“Noooo, then how we’d get paid?” She tries to play it off and she consciously slurs her speech a bit more to sound drunker than she actually is. Darevas rolls to his side, head propped up on his hand.

“Could’ve just ransacked our corpses.”

“Tha’s no fun, though. And Cirimeni would be very unhappy, I hate that.” But she’s flushed and flattered and not quite sure what to do next. He’s looking at her very strangely but it’s not unwanted, she thinks, just...a look.

He inches closer and her eyes widening, “Are you about to do something stupid?” She asks, and he reaches forward to play with a tendril of her hair.

“No, because we’re drunk,” he says and she narrows her eyes at him.

“And you think doing a stupid thing while not drunk will work?”

“I hope so! You’re amazing and I’m a catch,” he smiles very annoyingly handsomely and she rubs her nose.

“You’re a...bad dancer!” She accuses but he just laughs and plays with her hair. Her gross, greasy hair that is in desperate need of a wash. She pulls it away from him and pats his head.

This is confusing and she’s drunk she should not be here. The music is still playing and there’s more beer but she...should go back to Cirimeni, she thinks. Because it is confusing and it’s been a very long day.

Miriel pulls herself up off the ground, grabs her things, and makes her way back to Cirimeni, confused, drunk, and suddenly extremely tired. The music in the other room shuts off and she hears Darevas shuffle around before he comes into the room as well. He smiles at her and she can’t help but blush and return the smile.

Confusing.

She chooses a corner and shucks off her jacket, making a pillow for her head so she can rest peacefully for the rest of the night.

[orgone0123]

Masters of Orgonite

The Masters of Orgonite

Manifestation begins with orgone energy and a Welz chi generator.

Invented by Karl Welz, Orgonite was a term Mr. Welz himself coined to describe the substance that became the integral ingredient in the development of his advanced life-force generators or orgone generators as they are commonly known.  The chi chi generator has an orgonite core that is also electrically powered to generate the life force or chi.  While there are many fakes out there peddling orgonite necklaces, orgonite pendants, orgonite pyramids and other phony knockoffs, there is only one true orgonite and that is only made by HSCTI Hyperspace Communication Technology International and BEC Bio Energy Corporation which are both official Karl Welz companies owned by Mr. Welz. If someone has orgonite pyramids for sale, is selling orgonite pyramid molds, is talking about how to make an orgonite pyramid or is telling you where to buy orgonite pendants realize that they are all phony fakes.

Some will tell you how to make it, how to make your own orgonite at home or offer tips on  building a orchigone generator.  Realize there is only one true original with the correct formula: genuine Karl Welz, which is used inside orgone generators, tc99 transfer couples, pbt2400 power booster transfer couples and in the rings of the larger manifestation devices: the RAD 5 and ATG 12000.  Nobody but Karl Welz and his staff knows the real formula.

Orgonite is a mixture of catalyzed fiberglass resin with metal shavings, particles or powders, poured into molds. It is said to attract aetheric energy similarly to Reich’s accumulators. Some people also add a couple of crystals to the mixture for their ability to make the energy more coherent or to enhance the working the orgonite. Thus orgonite basically is a substance which functions as a self-driven, continuously operating, highly efficient energy transmutation device, drawing in negative life energy and transmuting it into positive energy. The resin in orgonite shrinks during the curing process, permanently squeezing the quartz crystal inside which creates a well-known piezoelectric effect inside the crystal, meaning its end-points become polarized electrically, this apparently causes it to function more effectively as a positive energy generator. Although crystals improve the function of orgonite, they are not necessary for the orgonite to work. 

Permanent Abstraction Technologies: The Manifestation Devices Radionics is one of the many methods of action at a distance with the help of structural links, and it is extremely effective, flexible and powerful.  In the case of radionics, numeric values are used as structural links.  Since Abrams, the person who introduced radionics, was using rheostats to make his measurements, he assumed “frequencies,” and this was a logical conclusion, which was based on the technological knowledge of his times.  Typically, whenever there is a scientific innovation, some ten to twenty years later followers of alternative sciences are making use of the new terminology.  This happened with “relativity” “quantum mechanics” and of recent “nanotechnology” just as it has been the case with “frequencies” at Abrams’ time.  

In fact, the most important method of effective self-improvement prior to my invention of the chi generatorof life energy in 1991 resulted from new knowledge of the working of the human brain.  With the help of the EEG technology, which measures brain wave frequencies, it has been well established that every thought, every feeling, every sensation, and every level of awareness has a corresponding brain wave pattern, or frequency.  Consequently, you can determine the level of awareness that you want to harness for your success by controlling your brain waves.  We know of Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Delta brain waves, all in the low frequency range from approximately 1 Hz to 30 Hz (cycles per second).  Gamma frequencies are above 30 Hz.

This method of controlling brain waves with low frequency input certainly is not a new technology at all!  In the 1930’s already researchers found that repetitive light and/or sound stimulation caused brain waves to adjust to the same frequency.  Much earlier than that, as far back in time as the very dawn of humankind, shamans used drumming, which is a way to generate repetitive pulses, or beats, of low frequency, to put their audiences into altered states and cause them to have experiences that they would not have in their normal state of daily activities.  In our times, this type of pulse, or “beat” is used in many events where the capturing of audiences and the temporary control of their habits (or minds) is considered to be important or helpful, such as in fashion shows, exercise machine advertising, commercials, military training, church meetings, and TV infomercial pitches to the public, to name just a few.

The “frequency” concept remained.  I conducted quite a few double-blind experiments, in which radionics dials were set arbitrarily while the person setting them “knew” what it was for.  It worked well, although no stick pad or other ideomotor response technique was used.  Obviously what counts is a simple method of making permanent a structural link to a target or trend, which is represented by abstractions, and a radionics device is a very useful tool for this. 

This is the reason why I prefer the term “rate” for a radionic setting rather than the term “frequency,” which can be misleading.

As you know already, the purpose of a Chi Generator® is the generating of life force, or Chi energy.Therefore, all radionics devices from HSCTI have a built-in Chi Generator® (orgone generator®) to provide the power necessary for effective action at a distance! The ATGS 3000 and RAD 5 are donut-shaped Chi Generators®. Their output pipes point to the center. Their frequency settings are also acting as structural links, or “radionics rates” according to experts in that method.  You can also define them as numeric representations of abstractions, which define specific trend energies or targets, or both.

From https://orgoneradionicsorgonite.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

from https://radionicsbox1.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/masters-of-orgonite/

From https://radionics201801.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

from https://radionics201801.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/masters-of-orgonite/ from https://orgone0.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

[orgonegenerator0]

The Masters of Orgonite

Manifestation begins with orgone energy and a Welz chi generator.

Invented by Karl Welz, Orgonite was a term Mr. Welz himself coined to describe the substance that became the integral ingredient in the development of his advanced life-force generators or orgone generators as they are commonly known.  The chi chi generator has an orgonite core that is also electrically powered to generate the life force or chi.  While there are many fakes out there peddling orgonite necklaces, orgonite pendants, orgonite pyramids and other phony knockoffs, there is only one true orgonite and that is only made by HSCTI Hyperspace Communication Technology International and BEC Bio Energy Corporation which are both official Karl Welz companies owned by Mr. Welz. If someone has orgonite pyramids for sale, is selling orgonite pyramid molds, is talking about how to make an orgonite pyramid or is telling you where to buy orgonite pendants realize that they are all phony fakes.

Some will tell you how to make it, how to make your own orgonite at home or offer tips on  building a orchigone generator.  Realize there is only one true original with the correct formula: genuine Karl Welz, which is used inside orgone generators, tc99 transfer couples, pbt2400 power booster transfer couples and in the rings of the larger manifestation devices: the RAD 5 and ATG 12000.  Nobody but Karl Welz and his staff knows the real formula.

Orgonite is a mixture of catalyzed fiberglass resin with metal shavings, particles or powders, poured into molds. It is said to attract aetheric energy similarly to Reich’s accumulators. Some people also add a couple of crystals to the mixture for their ability to make the energy more coherent or to enhance the working the orgonite. Thus orgonite basically is a substance which functions as a self-driven, continuously operating, highly efficient energy transmutation device, drawing in negative life energy and transmuting it into positive energy. The resin in orgonite shrinks during the curing process, permanently squeezing the quartz crystal inside which creates a well-known piezoelectric effect inside the crystal, meaning its end-points become polarized electrically, this apparently causes it to function more effectively as a positive energy generator. Although crystals improve the function of orgonite, they are not necessary for the orgonite to work. 

Permanent Abstraction Technologies: The Manifestation Devices Radionics is one of the many methods of action at a distance with the help of structural links, and it is extremely effective, flexible and powerful.  In the case of radionics, numeric values are used as structural links.  Since Abrams, the person who introduced radionics, was using rheostats to make his measurements, he assumed “frequencies,” and this was a logical conclusion, which was based on the technological knowledge of his times.  Typically, whenever there is a scientific innovation, some ten to twenty years later followers of alternative sciences are making use of the new terminology.  This happened with “relativity” “quantum mechanics” and of recent “nanotechnology” just as it has been the case with “frequencies” at Abrams’ time.  

In fact, the most important method of effective self-improvement prior to my invention of the chi generatorof life energy in 1991 resulted from new knowledge of the working of the human brain.  With the help of the EEG technology, which measures brain wave frequencies, it has been well established that every thought, every feeling, every sensation, and every level of awareness has a corresponding brain wave pattern, or frequency.  Consequently, you can determine the level of awareness that you want to harness for your success by controlling your brain waves.  We know of Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Delta brain waves, all in the low frequency range from approximately 1 Hz to 30 Hz (cycles per second).  Gamma frequencies are above 30 Hz.

This method of controlling brain waves with low frequency input certainly is not a new technology at all!  In the 1930’s already researchers found that repetitive light and/or sound stimulation caused brain waves to adjust to the same frequency.  Much earlier than that, as far back in time as the very dawn of humankind, shamans used drumming, which is a way to generate repetitive pulses, or beats, of low frequency, to put their audiences into altered states and cause them to have experiences that they would not have in their normal state of daily activities.  In our times, this type of pulse, or “beat” is used in many events where the capturing of audiences and the temporary control of their habits (or minds) is considered to be important or helpful, such as in fashion shows, exercise machine advertising, commercials, military training, church meetings, and TV infomercial pitches to the public, to name just a few.

The “frequency” concept remained.  I conducted quite a few double-blind experiments, in which radionics dials were set arbitrarily while the person setting them “knew” what it was for.  It worked well, although no stick pad or other ideomotor response technique was used.  Obviously what counts is a simple method of making permanent a structural link to a target or trend, which is represented by abstractions, and a radionics device is a very useful tool for this. 

This is the reason why I prefer the term “rate” for a radionic setting rather than the term “frequency,” which can be misleading.

As you know already, the purpose of a Chi Generator® is the generating of life force, or Chi energy.Therefore, all radionics devices from HSCTI have a built-in Chi Generator® (orgone generator®) to provide the power necessary for effective action at a distance! The ATGS 3000 and RAD 5 are donut-shaped Chi Generators®. Their output pipes point to the center. Their frequency settings are also acting as structural links, or “radionics rates” according to experts in that method.  You can also define them as numeric representations of abstractions, which define specific trend energies or targets, or both.

From https://orgoneradionicsorgonite.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

from https://radionicsbox1.wordpress.com/2018/09/06/masters-of-orgonite/ from https://orgonite0.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html from https://orgonite012.tumblr.com/post/177792335694 from https://orgonegenerator0.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

[radionicsbox1]

Masters of Orgonite

The Masters of Orgonite

Manifestation begins with orgone energy and a Welz chi generator.

Invented by Karl Welz, Orgonite was a term Mr. Welz himself coined to describe the substance that became the integral ingredient in the development of his advanced life-force generators or orgone generators as they are commonly known.  The chi chi generator has an orgonite core that is also electrically powered to generate the life force or chi.  While there are many fakes out there peddling orgonite necklaces, orgonite pendants, orgonite pyramids and other phony knockoffs, there is only one true orgonite and that is only made by HSCTI Hyperspace Communication Technology International and BEC Bio Energy Corporation which are both official Karl Welz companies owned by Mr. Welz. If someone has orgonite pyramids for sale, is selling orgonite pyramid molds, is talking about how to make an orgonite pyramid or is telling you where to buy orgonite pendants realize that they are all phony fakes.

Some will tell you how to make it, how to make your own orgonite at home or offer tips on  building a orchigone generator.  Realize there is only one true original with the correct formula: genuine Karl Welz, which is used inside orgone generators, tc99 transfer couples, pbt2400 power booster transfer couples and in the rings of the larger manifestation devices: the RAD 5 and ATG 12000.  Nobody but Karl Welz and his staff knows the real formula.

Orgonite is a mixture of catalyzed fiberglass resin with metal shavings, particles or powders, poured into molds. It is said to attract aetheric energy similarly to Reich's accumulators. Some people also add a couple of crystals to the mixture for their ability to make the energy more coherent or to enhance the working the orgonite. Thus orgonite basically is a substance which functions as a self-driven, continuously operating, highly efficient energy transmutation device, drawing in negative life energy and transmuting it into positive energy. The resin in orgonite shrinks during the curing process, permanently squeezing the quartz crystal inside which creates a well-known piezoelectric effect inside the crystal, meaning its end-points become polarized electrically, this apparently causes it to function more effectively as a positive energy generator. Although crystals improve the function of orgonite, they are not necessary for the orgonite to work. 

Permanent Abstraction Technologies: The Manifestation Devices Radionics is one of the many methods of action at a distance with the help of structural links, and it is extremely effective, flexible and powerful.  In the case of radionics, numeric values are used as structural links.  Since Abrams, the person who introduced radionics, was using rheostats to make his measurements, he assumed “frequencies,” and this was a logical conclusion, which was based on the technological knowledge of his times.  Typically, whenever there is a scientific innovation, some ten to twenty years later followers of alternative sciences are making use of the new terminology.  This happened with “relativity” “quantum mechanics” and of recent “nanotechnology” just as it has been the case with “frequencies” at Abrams’ time.  

In fact, the most important method of effective self-improvement prior to my invention of the chi generatorof life energy in 1991 resulted from new knowledge of the working of the human brain.  With the help of the EEG technology, which measures brain wave frequencies, it has been well established that every thought, every feeling, every sensation, and every level of awareness has a corresponding brain wave pattern, or frequency.  Consequently, you can determine the level of awareness that you want to harness for your success by controlling your brain waves.  We know of Alpha, Beta, Theta, and Delta brain waves, all in the low frequency range from approximately 1 Hz to 30 Hz (cycles per second).  Gamma frequencies are above 30 Hz.

This method of controlling brain waves with low frequency input certainly is not a new technology at all!  In the 1930’s already researchers found that repetitive light and/or sound stimulation caused brain waves to adjust to the same frequency.  Much earlier than that, as far back in time as the very dawn of humankind, shamans used drumming, which is a way to generate repetitive pulses, or beats, of low frequency, to put their audiences into altered states and cause them to have experiences that they would not have in their normal state of daily activities.  In our times, this type of pulse, or “beat” is used in many events where the capturing of audiences and the temporary control of their habits (or minds) is considered to be important or helpful, such as in fashion shows, exercise machine advertising, commercials, military training, church meetings, and TV infomercial pitches to the public, to name just a few.

The “frequency” concept remained.  I conducted quite a few double-blind experiments, in which radionics dials were set arbitrarily while the person setting them “knew” what it was for.  It worked well, although no stick pad or other ideomotor response technique was used.  Obviously what counts is a simple method of making permanent a structural link to a target or trend, which is represented by abstractions, and a radionics device is a very useful tool for this. 

This is the reason why I prefer the term “rate” for a radionic setting rather than the term “frequency,” which can be misleading.

As you know already, the purpose of a Chi Generator® is the generating of life force, or Chi energy.Therefore, all radionics devices from HSCTI have a built-in Chi Generator® (orgone generator®) to provide the power necessary for effective action at a distance! The ATGS 3000 and RAD 5 are donut-shaped Chi Generators®. Their output pipes point to the center. Their frequency settings are also acting as structural links, or “radionics rates” according to experts in that method.  You can also define them as numeric representations of abstractions, which define specific trend energies or targets, or both.

from https://orgoneradionicsorgonite.blogspot.com/2018/09/masters-of-orgonite.html

[lucyoccupy]

Gamma Radiation Report: YRTW SOL 5 and 6 - Mapped! Facing a Dying Nation! Short and to the point, the Sievert measurement informs all residents of eminent danger. Very democratic, that.

Gamma Radiation Report: YRTW SOL 5 and 6 – Mapped! Facing a Dying Nation! Short and to the point, the Sievert measurement informs all residents of eminent danger. Very democratic, that.

Facing a Dying Nation YRTW SOL 5 and 6 – Gamma Radiation Report – mapped! February 25, 2017 Gamma Radiation Report: YRTW SOL No 5 and 6 By Bob Nichols on February 25, 2017 5, 6, alpha, beta, business, Chitin, CPM, fukushima, gamma, holiday, Japan, Midwest, neutron, nuclear, Nuclear Industry Lobby, Nuclear War Crimes, nuke, Rad, Radiation, sol, War Crimes in Progress, Wigner Effect, Wilhelm…

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MILLLION A WEEK CLUB – YRTW 2019.1 – YOUR CUMULATIVE RADIATION

MILLLION A WEEK CLUB – YRTW 2019.1 – YOUR CUMULATIVE RADIATION

Facing a Dying Nation. It is the Radiation.

By Bob Nichols   January 12, 2019

Records show Washington, D.C. booked 7.38 BILLION counts of deadly beta radiation in 2006. It takes a nuclear corporation or government to do this. Who do you think did it?

Volume 2019.1 Total Gamma Radiation Reported in the USA

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YRTW SOL 1 and 2 - Gamma Radiation Report - See the List. Is your city on the List or close by?

YRTW SOL 1 and 2 – Gamma Radiation Report – See the List. Is your city on the List or close by?

Gamma Radiation Report: YRTW SOL 1 and 2

By Bob Nichols on January 28, 2017 alpha, beta, business, Chitin, CPM, fukushima, gamma, holiday, Japan, Midwest, neutron, nuclear, Nuclear Industry Lobby, Nuclear War Crimes, nuke, Rad, Radiation, War Crimes in Progress, Wigner Effect, Wilhelm Rontgen, x-ray, X-rays, yrtw Economy & Business, Education, Environment, Life, Of Interest

Take all necessary…

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MILLION A WEEK CLUB – YRTW 2019.1 – YOUR CUMULATIVE RADIATION PLUS 2018 YEAR END COUNTS

MILLION A WEEK CLUB – YRTW 2019.1 – YOUR CUMULATIVE RADIATION PLUS 2018 YEAR END COUNTS

Continuing the Gamma Rad Count

Starting the Rad Count over at the first of the year is the convention. That is misleading to non-physicists. I reject that standard start-over practice as Silly.

Combined with another column for the Total Rad Count, it paints a grimmer but complete reality.

I will not abandon the previous year’s Rad Count on January 1, 2019; but continue the count and also list the…