Like a typical teen, Dave sleeps in far longer than Tony. Even the couch he's managed to find himself on is more comfortable than any place he's slept for the past few months. Even before leaving the Capitol, sleep didn't come so easily. He just instinctively feels safe, for no discernible reason.
Later, he awakes with a similar start. The feeling of safety melts away when he doesn't recognise his surroundings. It isn't the meteor, it isn't his apartment, it isn't District 13 and it isn't his room in the Tribute Tower. It's lavish, like a Capitol building, and Dave is suddenly running horrible scenarios through his head. Mostly involving drugs, the plan failing horribly and the Capitol catching him.
He's pacing around, trying to figure out where he is and who the fuck else is here. He finds the kitchen and politely borrows a knife from it. There's the off-chance he accidentally got sent somewhere other than his home, given his unstable living situation, but he doesn't want to chance Capitol fuckery.
He hears noises that sound like machinery leading down stairs and he starts to creep down, knife ahead of him as he enters the room to find none other than... Tony. Fucking with the shittiest robot he's ever seen in his goddamn life.
"I think you should have tinkered with those calibrations a little more." He's using that monotone voice he's so well known for. Then he realises he's holding a knife out toward Tony, so he pulls that back. "You been here long? Long enough to make a "We almost nailed it" cake?"
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Date: 2016-04-28 05:29 pm (UTC)Later, he awakes with a similar start. The feeling of safety melts away when he doesn't recognise his surroundings. It isn't the meteor, it isn't his apartment, it isn't District 13 and it isn't his room in the Tribute Tower. It's lavish, like a Capitol building, and Dave is suddenly running horrible scenarios through his head. Mostly involving drugs, the plan failing horribly and the Capitol catching him.
He's pacing around, trying to figure out where he is and who the fuck else is here. He finds the kitchen and politely borrows a knife from it. There's the off-chance he accidentally got sent somewhere other than his home, given his unstable living situation, but he doesn't want to chance Capitol fuckery.
He hears noises that sound like machinery leading down stairs and he starts to creep down, knife ahead of him as he enters the room to find none other than... Tony. Fucking with the shittiest robot he's ever seen in his goddamn life.
"I think you should have tinkered with those calibrations a little more." He's using that monotone voice he's so well known for. Then he realises he's holding a knife out toward Tony, so he pulls that back. "You been here long? Long enough to make a "We almost nailed it" cake?"