ceasethisceraunophobia:

iamnotmyfather:

ceasethisceraunophobia:

“My time is worth a proper meal out, thank you,” she responded, going to cleaning her nails. “I don’t care where, just something nice, I’m not wearing a designer coat for nothing, you know?” She yawned. “And coffee. I want coffee.” 

“Of course.” He turned to the right and drove down for a mile or two, humming under his breath to the beat of the song. It wasn’t on any radio station, but seemed to be from some mp3 playing device, and none of the songs were recognizable. A few, though, if listened to closely, might just be Justin’s voice. But, maybe it was just coincidence. His hands tapped on the wheel to the beat and he sang under his breath once it got to a song he really liked, harmonizing perfectly, even though it was slightly autotuned. Tastefully, though, not a robotic mess of noise.

She listened to his humming, amused. Who knew that Hammer would be so into music? She paused, listening. Did that sound like him? It sure did… Well, well, well, he had a secret like. She would definitely use this against him in the future. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“To a good restaurant.” He took a turn and frowned at the boring scenery. “Do you want to go to an Italian place, Japanese, what?” He queried, happily driving around to nowhere in particular. There were many restaurants, and many choices, since his credit card was just brimming with unused credit.

hammeredtech:

[Justine stared unrelentingly at the name given, looking up from her planning device, then to the face of the young man again, disbelieving.]

I’m sorry, I think my assistant has made some sort of error, My name is Justine Hammer, how may I help you Mister…?

“Hammer. I’m Justin Hammer II, son of the incarcerated Hammer,” he replied smoothly, smiling. “and you must be my sister.”

redheadpepper:

I’ve heard quite a bit about you. May I help you with something?

Just greeting people who follow me and all.

hammeredtech started following you

Well, hello there. Sister of mine, eh? I didn’t know somebody else would deign to sleep with Pop.

redheadpepper started following you

Hello, Miss Potts. How’re you?

ceasethisceraunophobia:

“My time is worth a proper meal out, thank you,” she responded, going to cleaning her nails. “I don’t care where, just something nice, I’m not wearing a designer coat for nothing, you know?” She yawned. “And coffee. I want coffee.” 

“Of course.” He turned to the right and drove down for a mile or two, humming under his breath to the beat of the song. It wasn’t on any radio station, but seemed to be from some mp3 playing device, and none of the songs were recognizable. A few, though, if listened to closely, might just be Justin’s voice. But, maybe it was just coincidence. His hands tapped on the wheel to the beat and he sang under his breath once it got to a song he really liked, harmonizing perfectly, even though it was slightly autotuned. Tastefully, though, not a robotic mess of noise.

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hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

That is terrible. I hope it gets better for you.

It’d be nice. After all, I do invent and create amazing things. It’s just that nobody wants it. I mean, I could help you with your suit, if you want. It looks a bit… hm. Bright.

Oh I love my suit. *Smirks* I don’t want anyone messing with that.

Except Coulson, right? He’s the one who came up with the new design, I hear. Stark made it happen, but… Well. You’d allow a SHIELD personel make your suit rather than a brilliant technologically advanced teenager?

Well he had input but no it’s fine. My suit is not changing anytime soon.

Then perhaps your helmet at the very least. There’s NO WAY it’ll save you from even an iron skillet.

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hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield started following you

Nice to meet you, Captain. I’m Justin Hammer II, the son of the incarcerated Hammer that tried killing Stark. But I’m nothing like him, just so you know.

I didn’t think you were son. No one is exactly like their parents ever.

Stark the second would love to disagree with you. Regardless. How are you?

Starks just like to argue. I am fine young man. How are you?

Struggling. I have to run the company my father drove into the ground, and nobody takes me seriously.

That is terrible. I hope it gets better for you.

It’d be nice. After all, I do invent and create amazing things. It’s just that nobody wants it. I mean, I could help you with your suit, if you want. It looks a bit… hm. Bright.

Oh I love my suit. *Smirks* I don’t want anyone messing with that.

Except Coulson, right? He’s the one who came up with the new design, I hear. Stark made it happen, but… Well. You’d allow a SHIELD personel make your suit rather than a brilliant technologically advanced teenager?

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ceasethisceraunophobia:

iamnotmyfather:

ceasethisceraunophobia:

iamnotmyfather:

Justin drove up to the private school in his personal car, parking neatly in a permit-required spot. He got out of the car and slapped a permit sticker on the shield that he’d made on Photoshop, but looked real, and leaned against his car, waiting for Eira to appear. She was a bit sharp,  but intelligent, and it worked. He used her for schoolwork, she used him to… probably buy her some new shiny thing she wanted, it worked out well in the end.

Eira showed up, seemingly out of nowhere, and turned to look for Justin. There he was, standing by his car. She sighed, stretching far back enough to pop her back into a nice place. She had been planning on having a nice bath, having a glass of mead and going to bed, but Justin was such a bumbling idiot she knew she would have to assist him in his project or he’d fail. And she really didn’t want to have to deal with a whining Hammer. She would never hear the end of it. 

She walked over to the car once she spotted him, pulling her coat tighter around her. “Justin,” she greeted with a nod. “Let’s go.”

He looked over as he heard heels clicking on the asphalt, then straightened with a smile. “Eira! wonderful to see you.” He went to the passenger side door and opened it before getting into the driver’s side. “To my place, I assume?” He asked.

“That is where all your astronomy notes, or should I say mine that you copied, are, correct?” She sat down in the passenger’s seat. “Then yes, though I am hungry.” She looked at him. “For dragging me out of bed at ten at night, you get to take me out to eat.” She thought like this seemed enough of a fair trade. 

“Yes,” he answered without a shred of shame. “Where would you like to go, then? I could stop somewhere on the way, or we could go out for a proper meal, or there should be a chef at my house to make you whatever you desire.” He reversed out and smoothly drove to the exit of the parking lot, looking either way. “Makes a difference whether I go right or left, so let me know.”

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield:

iamnotmyfather:

hewhowieldstheshield started following you

Nice to meet you, Captain. I’m Justin Hammer II, the son of the incarcerated Hammer that tried killing Stark. But I’m nothing like him, just so you know.

I didn’t think you were son. No one is exactly like their parents ever.

Stark the second would love to disagree with you. Regardless. How are you?

Starks just like to argue. I am fine young man. How are you?

Struggling. I have to run the company my father drove into the ground, and nobody takes me seriously.

That is terrible. I hope it gets better for you.

It’d be nice. After all, I do invent and create amazing things. It’s just that nobody wants it. I mean, I could help you with your suit, if you want. It looks a bit… hm. Bright.

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