Back To The Future 4
Logan found art class boring. He wasn’t… creative like Roman.
So he spent the time building machines with spare parts he brought from home.
Frisk made Patton as a puppet. It was frankly adorable.
Chara drew a still life of Flowey, who was torn between unamused and honored.
Logan couldn’t wait to get out of the eighth grade and into high school. At least it was better than seventh.
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Virgil was in hell.
“Group 3, please present now.”
Yep, hell.
He got up with the rest of his group and got to the board. He immediately went for the computer to be in charge of slides.
Okay… okay… he knew about this. It’s just Romeo and Juliet. He fucking helped Roman with lines over the summer when he found out that the freshman were doing a play about it. He could recite most of Act one at this point.
There was also a reason Virgil liked the backstage crew.
He cleared his throat and started to speak about the comedy of errors in Romeo and Juliet.
Away in group 6, Roman grinned.
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Remy pulled up to the front of the school in a car none of them had ever seen before.
Was that a… Delorean? Okay, that made no sense.
“Where did you get a Delorean?!”
“I know a guy. Hop in.”
They did. Logan blinked.
“Is the inside reinforced with blue magic to make the space larger? I thought that was purely theoretical at best…” There was no way they all should have been able to fit in, and they were still getting Roman, Dee, and Virge.
“Like I said, I know a guy. Meet my TARDIS.”
Utter silence. Then Chara facepalmed.
“Did you just imply that you have a magic car?”
“Yup.”
“HOW?!”
With the press of a button the doors descended. Was that a couch back there?
“I’ll tell you on the way to pick the others up, so get comfy. Water?”
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“Hey Alphy!”
“Hey Undyne.”
“So, whatcha working on?”
“Uh, just… just finished a commission for Remy. A car with...with more space on the inside than the outside and apparently it looks similar to a car from a really old movie?”
Silence. “So you made a TARDIS but without the time travel?”
“I guess?”
Undyne kissed Alphys on the head. “Nice. Good job babe.”
“I think it worked out… and- and! It runs on magic, not gas. So he doesn’t have to pay for gas either. Just ma...maintenance.”
Silence.
“Okay I think I want one now.”
“Do you want me to…. to make it the Batmobile or Anime th… themed?”
Undyne just stared at Alphys.
“How do you always ask the right questions?”
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Gaster, Corsiva, Papyrus, and Mettaton stared at the car as it slowly drove up the road, disco music playing out the open passenger window.
I need some hot stuff baby this evenin’~
I need some hot stuff baby tonight~
The backseat window rolled down and Logan of all people stuck his head out.
“I think Blue Space Schematics are more likely than you think Dr. Gaster.”
Frisk popped their head out next to him and waved.
“Hey guys!”
“Just ask Alphys!” The car rolled down the road, leaving the four of them sitting in their cafe table outside of Muffet’s.
“WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” Papyrus asked.
With a final Gonna need your love tonight~ the car was out of view.
Gaster sighed. “I have no earthly idea.”
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The door opened and Dee climbed into the front seat, unusually quiet and grouchy-looking past his mask.
“You still upset hon?”
“Yes. Nice car.”
“Thanks. Got it from Alphys. Say hi guys!”
“Hi Dee.”
He looked back at them through the mirror. “Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there. How are you all fitting?”
Logan looked up from where he was taking pictures of the interior. “Blue magic stretches the space. To oversimplify, it’s like dimensional storage on your phone but maximized.”
“Cool.”
Back to silence, waiting for Roman and Virgil.
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Remy pulled into the driveway and opened the doors. It was almost comical how they climbed out, all eight or so of them.
A figure calmly sat on the patio, reading a magazine.
“Tony?”
Ironman himself looked up. “‘Sup?”
Dee sighed. “I guess I should say come on in?”
He hopped up, robotic armor making less of a clanking sound than he thought it would. Was it new? “Sweet. Hold up-”
He tapped the reactor in the center- and the suit trickled away into it, causing Logan’s mouth to fall open.
“I’m going to have to ask you how you did that later.”
“What, nanobots aren’t a thing here?”
SIlence. Then Logan smacked a hand against his head. “I’m an idiot. I’m such an idiot.”
“I will physically fight you.” Patton piped up, taking his bag out of the trunk.
“You managed to synthesize enough of those to create an entire suit?!”
“Yep.” Stark popped the ‘p’.
Logan inhaled- then started to ask (ramble) about the tensile strength and exactly how they worked and healed and absorbed kinetic energy-“-what is it even made of? Vibranium or Badassium or-”
“It’s technically called Starkium but-”
“-Is it the same gold-titanium-alloy as the original or-”
“Parts of everything really-”
“Does that compromise the strength or- wait, can it convert other materials into nanoparticles-”
“Still working on that actually.”
“-I have so many questions it’s unreal.” He dissolved into mutters about if a similar thing could be done with magic.
“-which one are you?”
“Logan.” He guessed Tony’s next question and beat him to it. “Fourteen.”
“Ah.” Tony frowned. “Abilities?”
“Magical synthetic webbing. Peter but less cool.”
“Any mutations?”
“Not that I know of.”
The man looked thoughtful as he polished his glasses.
“Could I take you to my lab? Wait, that sounded wrong. I meant for building things. And I could answer questions. And maybe try out a few things with your powers.”
Logan blinked. “I suppose. We have a lab here in town if you would like me to show you around.”
“You work there?”
“Intern.”
“Unpaid?”
“Mix of both money and college credits.”
“Hmm.”
It was like a tennis match, questions and comments rapid-fire.
Then Tony got distracted. “Is that a Delorean?”
Remy hummed in agreement as he unlocked the front door and locked the car. “Custom.”
“I want one.”
“Ask Alphys.”
Tony looked towards Logan for clarification.
“She works at the lab. I could introduce you two.”
Tony pumped his fist, then looked around as if realizing he had just done that.
“If you’re asking whether you just did that in real life I saw nothing.” Logan said breezily. “Coffee?”
“Please.”
Logan and Tony walked into the house. Dee blinked a few times. What the heck-
What was this feeling?
Ah shit. It was jealousy.
Goddammit.
He hurried after them.
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Tony was on his second cup of coffee and Logan on his 32nd question when there was a polite rapping on the door.
Who-?
Oh. It was Wednesday. He’d forgotten about his usual meeting with Loki.
He got up and answered it. “Hey Loki.” Loki smirked, and bowed his head slightly.
“Mortal.” He looked over at Stark, who was sitting at the table. “Man of Iron.”
“It’s Ironman, actually.”
Loki’s smirk grew wider. “I am aware.” He turned back to Dee, the only noticeable trace of worry a slight furrow to the brows. “You are alright?”
“Uh- yeah, just lost track of time. It was a busy day. Remy picked me up from school, so I got distracted. You still want to meet up?”
“If you wish.”
“Yeah, I wish. See you guys later.”
And he left.
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“Dee hangs around with Loki?”
“Yep. I think they’re friends.”
Tony blinked. “Huh. I guess I can finally offer him a drink now. I forgot at the wedding.”
“I mean, if you want.”
Tony shrugged and drank more coffee.
Silence.
Then a yelp as Dark appeared.
|Hello, have you seen- oh, I’m sorry. You appear to have guests.|
“How did you do that? Who are you?”
|Sorry for intruding. I’ll come back later. It’s not time sensitive.|
And he was gone.
“Who was that?”
“A friend of Dee’s.” Patton supplied, making more of Muffet’s coffee.
Tony sighed. “Of course.”
“He’s quite the people person. I think that’s why he was fighting Fury so hard.”
“What do you mean?”
“When you called. We were talking with Fury. I think he realized we were too young. Dee was fighting him on it. He’s been in a slump for the last week.”
Tony blinked. “Oh.” He frowned. “I guess Fury just needs someone to argue with. But what do you guys want to do?”
“Fight.” Roman said easily.
“Yeah.”
“Same.”
“Possibly from behind the scenes, but I would have to agree.”
“If these guys are doing it then I’m gonna help them.”
“What he said.”
Tony nodded to himself. “Yeah, I figured you’d say that.”
Then he stood and placed something on the table. “J?”
The object flickered blue, then lit up as a series of holograms came to life.
“Welcome to the Ambiguous Research and Response Organization for World Safety.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Welcome to ARROWS.”