patakiiism

    he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be out this late. his
    parents would freak out to know that their son would be
    making the same ones lindsay made when she was in
   her ‘REBELLIOUS’ stage. sam wouldn’t normally do this,
   BUT IT WAS IMPORTANT. the text implanted in his mind
   the moment his eyes withdrew the words on screen. from
   helga; someone he respected very well especially when
   his sister left for college. 

  it takes him some time, but he finds her, about as chilled
  as he was from the bitter cold clawing the warmth of their
  faces. “helga?” he called, quickening his pace to grab her
  attention, say ‘i’m here!’ & to help alleviate whatever she
  was bothered by.

 “i got your text.. what happened?”

galaxys4:

darn it i just saw a private part on the internet

wereconnectxd:

     while he may not be tony’s biological son, there are certainly 
       some obvious similarities he shares with the man - one of 
       them being his sense of pride in his work and he can’t help 
       but smile in response to the praise of sorts given to him. the
       fact that such is appreciated by someone his own age only
       means that much more to the young boy. 

       “yeah, it’s - it’s not that hard,” he assures him with an idle
       rub to his nose. 

       “as long as you have the right materials, anyway. but tony 
        always does.” he nods his head in his friend’s direction, 
        specifically pointing out the small laser in his hand. “that
        only takes about seven minutes.”

      here sam believes the best thing he could build were rockets from
      a science kit, now the possibilities seem endless. it astounds sam
      that harley’s given access to the newest tech, latest gadgets, that
      he can dismantle to create something much cooler whenever he
      wants. heck, his own GUARDIAN was TONY STARK: a man with  
      a renowned status founded on gadgets & inventions, such as 
      the IRON MAN suit.

     based on all that sam has seen, & the modest remark of his friend,
     harley has the potential to build even bigger & cooler things.
           ( hopefully, sam could lend him a hand whenever, too. ) 

    “THIS? are you serious?” his hands are careful not to accidentally
     burn himself if he sets off the laser. “seven minutes? i don’t think i
     could even set up a chemistry set in that time,” he holds it out with
     an eye shut, pretending to be shooting an imaginary target similar
     to dozens of action movies he’s seen. “i gotta introduce you to bill
& neal, they’ll freak out seeing everything in here. this is amazing!”

    “so, are you working on anything now? i mean, i could help out
     probably.”