“Not an intern.” Lucas snapped back, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the chair, feet flying up to rest on the table top just to irritate Stark. A small measure of rebellion for the insult. “Lucas Wolenczak, resident Tech Support for the Seaquest.” Seaquest was the military’s pride and joy, a self-sustaining submarine that could neutralize militant threats but was mostly designed as a scientific research vessel. “You got your first degree from MIT when you were sixteen right? I’m working on my third.” His mouth twisted into a smug smirk, leaning back in the chair while he stared at Tony.
Tony rolled his yes. “So telling me your credentials is supposed to…what? Get you on my good side?” he asked, pausing to smack the kid’s feet off his desk. “And you’ll respect my workshop or you can go back to your little seapod. SHIELD isn’t paying me enough to babysit.” he said sharply.
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