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Mad Scientist In The Making

Nate had gotten his armor back from Stacy. The initial elation had slowly given way to a very businesslike examination of the suit's use however, following a troubleshooting session in the City. It seemed that Stacy had locked down the suit's time travel capabilities. So that meant he wouldn't be going anywhere, and he wouldn't be pulling weapons out of the time stream either. A few of the deadlier weapons in the suit itself had been disabled. But he'd be able to get those back up and running.

The thing that he had most wanted to know however, was whether the Vision programming was present. Running through his checklists and looking through the programming ands source codes of the armor's minimal AI system, he was soon satisfied that his suit wouldn't be walking around on it's own anytime soon. Good. One less headache for him. Something he was thankful for, what with the way his head had been pounding recently. That being said he didn't want to be walking around in that suit at the moment. At least, not while it was looking like that.

So it was that he ended up in the Special Weapons area, various tools littering the table next to the larger one that he'd laid the suit out on. First things first, he'd need to get rid of that helmet. He didn't want his face hidden, not anymore at least. So he worked for an hour or so at pulling the components from the helmet and incorporating them into the suit. Of course, for the HUD he'd need to find an alternate method. Perhaps he could rig up a retinal projector keyed to his DNA? Well, time enough for that later.

The sound of clinking and fiddling could be heard for a long time. His eyes began to grow tired as he kept working. How many hours had it been? Didn't matter, he had his suit. He needed to finish. Now that fusion cell connected to that power cable. And that ion regulator into that outlet. Yes it was going fine. Picking up another fusion cell, he grabbed his screwdriver and began to unscrew the cap. Hopefully the gel hadn't congealed after disuse, or else it might--

BOOM

The cell exploded in a great spray of coolant gel and metal parts. One sliver of metal ran a cut along his cheek, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to put goggles on, as others pinged off the protective eyewear. Setting down his screwdriver, he pulled the goggles off, a bemused expression crossing his face as he lifted a hand to wipe the gel off it. His hair stuck out at odd angles from the release of static the exploding fusion cell had caused, and he sighed, rubbing at his eyes.

Maybe that was enough for one night.

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"Says you." He shook his head indulgently. She'd had much more training than he did after all. "Posture, right." He tried to imitate her as best he could, though really, who invented these things? Half the time he felt like he was going to fall over! "Am I supposed to feel so...wobbly?"

"Hold on, you need to stand more like this. Here." Cassie put her hand on Nate's shoulder and the other on his back, pushing him forward just a little. "Like that." She said, moving back.

"Hey hang on a sec I'm not-!" He was about to say not ready as he half turned around. However, the movement made his wobbly stance give way and he ended up falling against her, bringing them both to the floor with him on top, an elbow on either side of her head. Opening his eyes(he'd squeezeds them shut as they fell) his face went O_O when his gaze was met by hers mere inches away.

"U-uhm..."

Funny how Cassie's reaction was essentially the same.

Well at least he didn't fall face first into her chest.

"Uhm," Cassie didn't even move to get Nate off of her. "...Maybe not like that."

Really, falling facefirst into her chest might not have been so bad. At least she wouldn't have been able to see how incredibly red his cheeks were getting that way.

"Yeah uhm...sorry...about that." Now would probably have been a good time to move. That was what one part of his brain was telling him. His body however, didn't seem to want to respond. She felt...warm.

"That's uh, fine..." Cassie licked her lips. "You should get off now- me!" She quickly corrected herself, wincing. "I meant get off me."

When her tongue ran over her lips like that, his eyes lowered slightly to follow the motion before raising to meet hers again. "I uh... probably should. Just I mean yeah." He tried pushing himself up, but the angle, and the fleshy floor didn't help very much.

"Just one sec..."

O.K., the friction from him moving was really-

No, no. Bad, Cassie, bad!

And really there wasn't all that much for Cassie to do but wait for Nate to move.

"I can shrink if you that'd help."

Really his thoughts were running in the same channels by now.

"No it's cool. I've got it." Straightening his arms, he pushed himself back up onto his knees and held out his hands to help her up.

"Thanks." Cassie said, taking his hand. "So... maybe we should do something other than posture."

He laughed squeezing her hand gently. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

"Hurt me? It takes a lot more than that to hurt Cassie Lang." She said, tightening her hold on Nate's hand before... Well, she had been going to release it but... not just yet. "But you get points for trying."

"Well, I hope I never have to find out just how much." He chuckled, still not letting go. It was nice, just being here with her. Awkwardness aside. "Hey! I didn't do it on purpose! It's not my fault I have two left feet."

"So you say." Cassie teased, then released Nate's hand because, well, she really should. "Let's try pressure points. No balance needed and really useful to know about."

"No seriously. If I could have had a say, I would totally have asked to have been born with two right feet instead. They're much more attractive don't you know?" He smirked, letting his hand fall easily to his side when she let go.

A pause. "Since when do you know pressure points?" O_o

"Since I was 13." Cassie said very matter of factly. "Next time anyone tried sneaking up on me and carrying me off-" Cassie leaned forward and pressed down lightly between the bones of Nate's arm, just below his elbow. Even though she wasn't pressing hard, a firm touch there would hurt like hell. As it was, it was just very uncomfortable. "They'd think twice. In theory, anyway. Doesn't work very well when there are more than one and they have guns."

"Hey, ow! Cut it out." He flailed slightly. That was really not a pleasant feeling at all. When he was free he rubbed his arm, pulling a ~_~ face. "I'd give up if you seriously grabbed me there. Even if I had a million guys with guns backing me up."

A pause. "Uh... not that I'd ever try to kidnap you or anything."

Cassie quickly moved her hand away. "I know what you mean." And hey, now that he didn't have to become Kang, he wouldn't ever try to kidnap her. "Wish I'd known about it a lot sooner."

When the pressure was gone, he rubbed at the spot for a moment. That hadn't been fun. "Oh well, good then." He smiled, slightly embarrassed. Really, he hadn't meant to flail like that. "The me not kidnapping you... or the pressure points?"

For a boy genius... he was pretty slow sometimes.

"Pressure points. You kidnapping me never crossed my mind." Though it'd probably crossed Jonas's multiple times.

"Right, of course." A pause. "So... how would I practice these without, you know. Hurting someone?"

"As long as you do it light enough it won't hurt them. You could also try it out in the Sensoriums. And you can practice on me. I promise I won't kill you for it." She said, grinning.

"Hn. Would it work in the Sensoriums?" A pause as he considered her suggestion. "I wouldn't want to hurt you by accident though." He smiled in return.

"Well yeah, that's what all guys say about girls. I'll be fine, really. How else are you going to get better?"

"Well that's generally because most girls aren't quite as...hardcore as you." He smirked. "But that's a valid point."

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