Valeria Richards (
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This is the way the world ends...
WHO: Valeria Richards, Peter Parker, Tony Stark
WHERE: Avengers Mansion
WHEN: Backdated to 01/05, sometime in the afternoon moving into evening.
WARNINGS: Probably pretty emotionally heavy but nothing worse than that unless idk Spidey tries to throttle Tony (you know you've considered it, Peter.)
SUMMARY: Science says we're fucked and science doesn't lie; maybe Peter and Tony will finally deal with their issues.
FORMAT: Prose
This was not the kind of news one delivered over the phone. Valeria took her tablet and slid off the grownup-sized chair where she'd been kneeling to work, padding down the quiet hallway in search of one of the Mansion's handful of residents...preferably Peter, if she were to be honest with herself. Tony was a friend of the family, but Peter was on the Fantastic Four, which made him actual family, whether or not he quite realized it.
She had tried at least a dozen theoretical formulations to get out of the conclusion her intuition had reached days ago. Reed wouldn't have been happy with that, but Reed Richards didn't have much moral high ground on avoidant behavior. Besides, he wasn't here, and she was exploring this problem alone, more or less. Peter was just an ordinary genius, while Tony was on her level but not a theoretician. And she was working almost blind. So really, it wasn't surprising she wasn't at her most efficient.
Even a supremely gifted three year old was not going to handle the impending end of reality with flawless grace.
WHERE: Avengers Mansion
WHEN: Backdated to 01/05, sometime in the afternoon moving into evening.
WARNINGS: Probably pretty emotionally heavy but nothing worse than that unless idk Spidey tries to throttle Tony (you know you've considered it, Peter.)
SUMMARY: Science says we're fucked and science doesn't lie; maybe Peter and Tony will finally deal with their issues.
FORMAT: Prose
This was not the kind of news one delivered over the phone. Valeria took her tablet and slid off the grownup-sized chair where she'd been kneeling to work, padding down the quiet hallway in search of one of the Mansion's handful of residents...preferably Peter, if she were to be honest with herself. Tony was a friend of the family, but Peter was on the Fantastic Four, which made him actual family, whether or not he quite realized it.
She had tried at least a dozen theoretical formulations to get out of the conclusion her intuition had reached days ago. Reed wouldn't have been happy with that, but Reed Richards didn't have much moral high ground on avoidant behavior. Besides, he wasn't here, and she was exploring this problem alone, more or less. Peter was just an ordinary genius, while Tony was on her level but not a theoretician. And she was working almost blind. So really, it wasn't surprising she wasn't at her most efficient.
Even a supremely gifted three year old was not going to handle the impending end of reality with flawless grace.
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None of this was running through his conscious mind as he spread mayo and peeled meat slices out of the packaging. Instead he was outlining the next set of simulations to run, calculating whether he could use the processing time to cook up more webbing, considering whether the value of more webbing wasn't its physical utility but the psychological boon of having busywork to stave off the panic beginning to gnaw around his gut.
Peter almost slammed the door as he shut the fridge, but slumped forward instead of turning away, leaning forehead against cool metal.
He had to keep it together. The team was down to two Avengers and a toddler, and though he was probably the Least Valuable Player -- he didn't even have the mental energy to brood over ranking after the toddler -- that membership card still counted for something. He might not have the fate of the universe in his hands but he would damn well look after those who did.
Pulling away from the fridge, he turned away to retrieve the tray, then stopped as he saw Valeria in the doorway. "Hey, kiddo. I've got dinner ready if you want to sit down and eat. How's it been going on your end?"
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"...It's not a singularity."
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But there were no mistakes, and there might never be a first time for much of anything.
"Val," he swallowed, feeling it click in his dry throat. "We should go talk to Tony."
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"It took me so long because I didn't want it to be true. I'm not usually that illogical." Valeria could defeat her father's security, teleport the Baxter Building to Latveria, and outmaneuver Victor von Doom, but she still didn't understand much about about emotions.
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"It's okay to find this scary, you know," he tells her, before he leans away without letting go. "I'm pretty scared right now, if we're being honest."
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He stepped in on a scene that he didn't really know what to do with. Valeria being hugged by Peter. Well, touching as it was, they had to get back to work. If he were a lesser man, he may have thought that he was driving the two of them too hard, but... well, there were things that needed to happen, and things that needed done.
Making each other feel better didn't really accomplish either of those things. "Alright, is the touching moment over? Can I come in, now?"
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...She shouldn't have thought of her family just now. Val swallowed, pushing back her troublesome emotions someplace they couldn't get in the way and make her useless. Maybe it wasn't healthy, but when your entire psychological defense mechanism against the insane universe you live in is the conviction that your family will always stand between you and it, thinking about how they aren't around isn't good for your equilibrium when the apocalypse is looming.
"The bubble is expanding so quickly our nervous systems won't have time to register the change when it reaches Earth." That passed as reassurance in Valeria's world--the concept of her own death was too abstract for the idea to affect her as strongly as the thought of suffering. The annihilation they were facing would be so swift and complete that pain didn't even figure into it.
When Tony came in and proceeded to act like Tony, she scowled at him over Peter's shoulder. Sometimes she questioned her father's taste in friends...which was pretty hypocritical from the girl with the crush on the Wingless Wizard's clone.
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Which wasn't to say that he didn't feel better having the other man there, but heck if he was going to admit it.
"All right, what's the game plan? We're not packing it in just yet."
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He crossed the kitchen, grabbing at the sandwich. "The game plan is that we get back to work, honestly. We've still got reams of data, and probably enough problems that we're going to need to hurry this up. I've got my suits out there right now, but it's honestly getting worse by the moment."
And that was the crux of why Tony was being very Tony. He could normally fake it enough with smiles and pretending to not be so blasé about human needs and emotions, but when push came to shove, when it came down to the wire, he would always, always, always lose sight of that, and go back to pure logic. It was the best, and only, way he knew how to deal with these problems. Internally, and externally. Dealing with them mentally was a matter of simply pretending that they weren't problems. Eventually, they went away.
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"None of Dad's countermeasures for vacuum collapse will work for us," she said, starting to scribble numbers on the screen as she spun her intellectual dynamos back up. "They all require more infrastructure than we have in place. Uncle Doom almost certainly has some too, but I don't know any details, and if it's something Dad hasn't already thought of, it'd likely involve magic."
She didn't bother to double check her math before pushing it to the Stark servers where Tony could see it. It was just a four-dimensional integral, the sort of thing she solved as an afterthought the way normal person might calculate a tip at a restaurant. "Extrapolating the trend, we have around 48 hours to invent and deploy something entirely new."