That moment when a driveby bite to eat on the way back to the forge ends up a little hotter than previously anticipated. Tony's had genuine green curry before and that shit is it's own level, but this? If it were cool out or if he was feeling a hike somewhere up in the mountains was a good idea (he wouldn't, that's a shitty, shitty idea) the radiating inner warmth wouldn't be so terrible. Hunched over a forge, turning an ingot over and attempting to hammer it into- well- another hammer head for specialized finishes? Not the best time. The least appropriate time to be overcome and he's halfway through, nowhere near a stopping point but the choices are A) soldier through and try to get this shit done and possibly (most likely) pass out face down on his own anvil which is not a good look.
Or.
Put it away, start over from fresh when he's not melting, and strip down to overturn a bucket of water over his head in hopes that helps. Protip: It don't. The only thing to do is sweat it out as moving only makes it worse, which means being idle, and he hates being idle (hence claiming the blacksmith's as his own in the first place, hello) but ducking into the shaded part of his set up as far from the forge as possible, sketching out future projects is about the best thing he can do. For someone usually not shirtless (scars are a thing, all the surgery in the world can't fix a fucked up sternum twice over) it's only the heat that keeps him from being self conscious. Maybe he'll jog to the fountain if it keeps up, dunk himself in.
After about ten minutes of trying and failing to chill that way? He stalks for the fountain. Nevermind if he looks like an idiot, he's jumping in.
WILDCARD - COMMUNING WITH ANIMALS
It's probably some kind of cheating, but dinner is dinner and Tony is, if nothing else, a man of practical means. Excess means he can barter for tools or raw materials or, if he's feeling particularly indulgent? A bottle of liquor. For emergencies. Or when he's feeling particularly ashamed of himself or something, who the fuck knows. Not him. Still he has a bucket next to him, a line out into the lake, and the ability to just coax the damn things to him. Of course calling fish, specifically, might not be as nuanced a thing as he can handle and other native fauna might start creeping up. Who knows?
TEXT - U.N. The Mechanic
Right, tech wishlists, drop them here. Try to keep these things reasonable. I'm a genius but not a miracle worker.
Tony Stark | MCU
That moment when a driveby bite to eat on the way back to the forge ends up a little hotter than previously anticipated. Tony's had genuine green curry before and that shit is it's own level, but this? If it were cool out or if he was feeling a hike somewhere up in the mountains was a good idea (he wouldn't, that's a shitty, shitty idea) the radiating inner warmth wouldn't be so terrible. Hunched over a forge, turning an ingot over and attempting to hammer it into- well- another hammer head for specialized finishes? Not the best time. The least appropriate time to be overcome and he's halfway through, nowhere near a stopping point but the choices are A) soldier through and try to get this shit done and possibly (most likely) pass out face down on his own anvil which is not a good look.
Or.
Put it away, start over from fresh when he's not melting, and strip down to overturn a bucket of water over his head in hopes that helps. Protip: It don't. The only thing to do is sweat it out as moving only makes it worse, which means being idle, and he hates being idle (hence claiming the blacksmith's as his own in the first place, hello) but ducking into the shaded part of his set up as far from the forge as possible, sketching out future projects is about the best thing he can do. For someone usually not shirtless (scars are a thing, all the surgery in the world can't fix a fucked up sternum twice over) it's only the heat that keeps him from being self conscious. Maybe he'll jog to the fountain if it keeps up, dunk himself in.
After about ten minutes of trying and failing to chill that way? He stalks for the fountain. Nevermind if he looks like an idiot, he's jumping in.
WILDCARD - COMMUNING WITH ANIMALS
It's probably some kind of cheating, but dinner is dinner and Tony is, if nothing else, a man of practical means. Excess means he can barter for tools or raw materials or, if he's feeling particularly indulgent? A bottle of liquor. For emergencies. Or when he's feeling particularly ashamed of himself or something, who the fuck knows. Not him. Still he has a bucket next to him, a line out into the lake, and the ability to just coax the damn things to him. Of course calling fish, specifically, might not be as nuanced a thing as he can handle and other native fauna might start creeping up. Who knows?
TEXT - U.N. The Mechanic
Right, tech wishlists, drop them here. Try to keep these things reasonable. I'm a genius but not a miracle worker.