"Oh, I'm sorry. I...I guess I figured since Dad--" he stopped and corrected himself, "since Rhodey did, you did as well. It's been nice knowing that I have a sister here." he says.
"I...also made a friend. A girl. Her name is Christina, and she's been pretty great to me so far...which is another part of why I'm here." he says, hoping this next part isn't too forward of him.
"Mom, I need a little help. Until I'm able to find a way back to where I'm from, I need to get a job with benefits. It could be work in the mailroom if nothing else, but I am very knowledgeable in Engineering, Applied Sciences, and weapons design. I learned a lot of what I know from Tony Stark, Reed Richards and Hank Pym.
But I'd like to get a job and earn some money so that I'm not sponging off of you or Rhodey...or Christina. I'd also like to get set up with my own place, since I'm not really an Avenger, and my armor is busted six ways from Thursday." he says, thinking about how long it's going to take to put together a new suit.
"Finally, I'll need a lab to do some work of my own during my free time. I have an idea for fixing my heart issue, but I need to be able to get my schematics down where I can see them and figure out if they're viable options.
I know it's a tall order, but if you can point me to anyone who's hiring or just a reference, it would make a lot of difference, and I'd appreciate it greatly." he says, looking down at the floor. He would rather walk across glass than beg for help, but he doesn't have anyone else to go to around here, and he's not taking anything from Christina.
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