[Tony gets up and heads out of the medical wing without dignifying Clint's text with a response, just yet. It'll take him a while, but eventually he finds Clint's room and texts him when he's standing outside.]
[ God why don't you just knock like a regular person. Still, he rolls his eyes and opens the door, tipping his head in a vague 'get in loser, we're science-ing' look. The door shuts gently behind him, and Clint rocks back on his heels, head cocked to better hear Tony when he eventually pipes up. ]
I'd offer something to drink, but.
[ A shrug, it's not like anyone said he was a perfect host anyway. ]
[ An imperious wave on his hand towards the sink, because really you expected otherwise? That said, the rooms are small and Clint's already bustling over to where he'd settled his coat aside, head tipped towards Tony in case he decides sneaking up on the assassin is a good idea. But it takes mere moments to fish around and find what he was looking for, and then he's perching on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over knees, rolling a small device between thumb and forefinger. ]
[Just-got-out-of-a-coma-Tony Stark may possibly be more uninhibited than regular Tony Stark. Because he doesn't think too much about going over to the sink and turning it on, collecting some water in his cupped hands and drinking it. He repeats this a couple times, wipes off his goatee, and goes back to Clint.]
What's that? [Regarding the device he had in his hands.]
[ It's kind of hilarious, but probably only because Clint is a weirdo assassin with paranoia issues -- someone actually casually drinking from his sink and washing their face in his presence is probably a once in a lifetime experience. He watches idly to make sure Tony doesn't pass out in his sink or something, before turning back to his aid.
At Tony's question, there's a little tilt of his head, gaze somewhat serious. ]
Hearing aid. [ A little sigh, and he holds out his hand, waiting to make sure Tony's hands aren't wet before passing it over. ] EMP knocked it out, wanted to see if it's salvageable or not.
[The answer receives a couple blinks in return, processing a piece of information about Clint that he hadn't known before--couldn't have known, considering the limited nature of their interaction before.
He outstretches a hand to Clint even before he starts walking towards him.]
[ There's tension in the line of Clint's shoulders, subtle enough to be missed if you weren't looking for it, but it eases away when Tony doesn't say anything. Still, he pauses with a blink of his own, before Clint drops the hearing aid in the waiting cup of Tony's palm. ]
They were supposedly shielded. [ A tilt of his head, a wry look on his face. ] But, well.
[Tony turns the hearing aid over in his hand to look at the side that would be wedged inside his ear. He doesn't have his tools, so he can't pick it open, standing right there. Though he's not sure what he'd be able to do.]
When an electromagnetic field crosses over a wire, it makes electrons go nuts and move around. We can control it in power plants, but in the case of an uncontrolled high energy field, this induces large direct current through every wire within detonation range. But sensitive devices usually can't survive a blast like this.
[To make a long story short:] If I can't salvage it, I might be able to make another one.
[ As much as he trusts Tony to not destroy tech, and as much as there's a measure of trust in general for his teammate, seeing his hearing aids in someone else's hands is never an experience Clint likes. He's restless, hiding it in a tap of thumb against wrist.
But even without really functional aids, it's quiet enough in his room that Clint doesn't really have to strain to hear or watch quite as intently to pick up the words. Still, he tilts his head like a dog, listening carefully to Tony speak. He knows in general terms what an EMP is, what it does, but to hear it broken down is somewhat reassuring. ]
The other one works, sort of. Flickers in and out mostly.
[ Yeah, he doesn't really know why one does that and the other doesn't? Shouldn't they both be out of commission? But still, he speaks quieter then, a truly grateful note in his voice. ]
[As in whenever he manages to fix or replace the one that was broken. Tony doesn't know how deaf Clint is (he's not going to ask, either, leaving it up to Clint whether he'd want to share details or not). But the fact that he needs hearing aids at all allows Tony to assume that he wouldn't want to have both taken away at once.
Then he nods.]
Don't mention it. At least until I have something to show for it.
[ That's a relief. Clint's not necessarily relaxed, but most of the tension he'd been carrying in the line of his shoulders fades away at that little assurance. He nods in apparent ease, Instead, he shifts and tips his chin within the cup of his palm, head titled as he peers up at Tony. ]
You worked with something like this before?
[ He's not undermining, just -- curious. Clearly Tony's a genius, he could probably figure out how to work these easily, but still. ]
[He turns the hearing aid over a few more times between his fingers.]
I'm guessing there's a mic and a speaker. The microphone receives the sound waves and then converts them into electric signals before running them through an amplifier to juice up the volume. [Then a shrug.] But no. This will be my first.
[ He snorts, mouth tugging up into a smirk. Right, see? This is exactly why he turned to Tony to get this done. Well, aside from that whole genius engineer thing. ]
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Knock knock. [u purple slut]
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I'd offer something to drink, but.
[ A shrug, it's not like anyone said he was a perfect host anyway. ]
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Do you even have anything? Or should I just help myself to the sink?
[His throat still feels like it's been salted and strung out to dry.]
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Have at it.
[ An imperious wave on his hand towards the sink, because really you expected otherwise? That said, the rooms are small and Clint's already bustling over to where he'd settled his coat aside, head tipped towards Tony in case he decides sneaking up on the assassin is a good idea. But it takes mere moments to fish around and find what he was looking for, and then he's perching on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over knees, rolling a small device between thumb and forefinger. ]
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What's that? [Regarding the device he had in his hands.]
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At Tony's question, there's a little tilt of his head, gaze somewhat serious. ]
Hearing aid. [ A little sigh, and he holds out his hand, waiting to make sure Tony's hands aren't wet before passing it over. ] EMP knocked it out, wanted to see if it's salvageable or not.
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He outstretches a hand to Clint even before he starts walking towards him.]
Let me take a look.
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They were supposedly shielded. [ A tilt of his head, a wry look on his face. ] But, well.
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When an electromagnetic field crosses over a wire, it makes electrons go nuts and move around. We can control it in power plants, but in the case of an uncontrolled high energy field, this induces large direct current through every wire within detonation range. But sensitive devices usually can't survive a blast like this.
[To make a long story short:] If I can't salvage it, I might be able to make another one.
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But even without really functional aids, it's quiet enough in his room that Clint doesn't really have to strain to hear or watch quite as intently to pick up the words. Still, he tilts his head like a dog, listening carefully to Tony speak. He knows in general terms what an EMP is, what it does, but to hear it broken down is somewhat reassuring. ]
The other one works, sort of. Flickers in and out mostly.
[ Yeah, he doesn't really know why one does that and the other doesn't? Shouldn't they both be out of commission? But still, he speaks quieter then, a truly grateful note in his voice. ]
I'd appreciate it.
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[As in whenever he manages to fix or replace the one that was broken. Tony doesn't know how deaf Clint is (he's not going to ask, either, leaving it up to Clint whether he'd want to share details or not). But the fact that he needs hearing aids at all allows Tony to assume that he wouldn't want to have both taken away at once.
Then he nods.]
Don't mention it. At least until I have something to show for it.
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You worked with something like this before?
[ He's not undermining, just -- curious. Clearly Tony's a genius, he could probably figure out how to work these easily, but still. ]
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I'm guessing there's a mic and a speaker. The microphone receives the sound waves and then converts them into electric signals before running them through an amplifier to juice up the volume. [Then a shrug.] But no. This will be my first.
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Yeah, yeah, it'll be gentle with you.
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I'm new but eager to learn.
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As long as you remember your safeword we're good.
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Sounds like two people that need to make out.]I'll let you know when I have something.
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He wouldn't object, tbh]Sounds good. [ A grin. ] You can run off and do your science, now.
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Oh baby, babyHe tucks the hearing aid in his pocket and salutes.]
Check you later.