Mm. What I mean is, if you want to see something you can always make a specific request. I'm not going to let you raid my private files.
[He can feel the defenses fail and retaliates. It takes some time, with Tony stalling as he chats with Q, but he creates a loop that begins guiding the queries toward repeated false channels, reporting back successes that, if actually read, form book quotes in fragmented pieces but mostly waste time.]
Maybe I just don't like people taking my stuff. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?
I'm not planning on taking a thing. But there's not much of a challenge to it if all I have to do is make a request, is there?
[Interesting. It takes six false successes before Q notes that the results being returned look like they're full of dummy text and aren't really getting anywhere. Still, he leaves that line of attack caught in its loop and tries a different mode of entry, hoping that the first will distract from the second.]
But no, nothing wrong with it at all. I'd have a rather different career if everyone gave their data out willy nilly.
Oh, still you. I mean, I'm willing to share some of the spotlight if you want to share it, but you can take the honors on that one. I'm not the self-proclaimed god.
[Maybe because he tends not to believe in them, but it's a technical advantage and he'll take it.]
As it happens, I don't have to have my brand on everything I touch. Unless that's something you're into. I will say that I think I can give you a few pointers on more than just the lighting. Just based on that snapshot.
[ god! damnit. luckily(????????) this isn't the first time gwen's texts have been resent to someone they were never sent to in the first place, so the "WHAAAAT" is kept to herself. along with the sighing, and the brief moment of trying to figure out if she should just not answer. no, that'd be dumb. she can handle this ]
i guess it seems pretty tame, out of context i might have been um left hanging? i guess is a way to put it? twice, and then he told me to lay on my front and wait for him to come back i wasn't allowed to do anything besides that
it didn't teach me anything but it was frustrating as hell so that was fun
it's the kind of fun you have when you're being messed with for a little while but you know eventually you'll get what you want
he wasn't my boyfriend, but it was a pretty formal complaint otherwise he went home a few weeks back, before we all got dragged to this stupid fake resort town
I guess not. But you won't necessarily like what you find if you keep trying to force your way through my data.
[It sounds like a threat, but he's pretty sure Q wouldn't appreciate some of the stuff Tony has information on. The knowledge of what he is, what he's been doing, and how extreme his experiments went tend to turn most people off. He's not sure what to make of the invader yet. Q seems mild enough, despite the hacking attempt, but that doesn't mean anything.]
[He is a polite man and he is going to dance around this question. Not that he didn't just see a picture of her in her underwear, but Tony tries to be polite sometimes.]
I don't really do this hoping to find romantic poetry and cat memes. But I will stop, if you'd prefer.
[There may be few people who'd appreciate that information more then Q - or who would, at least, be able to stomach it without too great an effort. Still, he's trying things out of interest in the capacities of this system now, rather than an attempt to uncover someone's secrets.]
Tech support. Small insurance office. Terribly dull.
I work for an accounting firm. It's always a little unnerving to find someone coming in through the back door. I get touchy.
Q from tech support. Were you hired to find the source of the hacking attempts or is this just a personal hobby?
[He continues to play the game, locking Q out of his system when he notices his attempts at getting around the security he keeps updating. It's less about the files and more about seeing if he can keep the outsider from looking into his system and changing it. That turns out to be harder than he expected and Tony ends up smiling.]
I've barely been here a week, no time to be hired by anybody. This is... well. Call it a distraction, if you like. There's something deeply puzzling about this city's network and I'm lacking for a crossword. One finds what substitutes one can.
[This could be an incredibly frustrating game, were it not that - while keeping 'T' busy updating the breaches already made, one quiet line of coding has been plucking a hole somewhere else.
Not so much a back door as a broken window.
Q presses >>ACCESS
It's accepted.
He hovers over >>RUN.
(In his own world, there are perhaps four people who'd be able to get this far into 'T's coding. Two of them have been trained by Q.]
Tech support. For an insurance company, yes. Did you need some?
Ah, incidentally - I suspect my Queen's about to take your Rook. Am I likely to fry my hard drive if I let her try?
[Part of him is tense, ready to fight because he's not used to people getting that close to him. Usually he can block off most hackers without trying. But there are some that are actually that adept at their skill and part of Tony admires Q for being able to distract him and route his efforts to prevent the breach. He wants to cut their connection completely, but he also wants to see the man work. He's torn.]
If you're working with normal memory capacity I wouldn't advise it. I have some reserve security programs that are connected through an external system.
[But what if he can handle it? What then? It might be worth finding out.]
Memory won't be a problem, but this old girl's the one friend from home I have in this place and I'm not keen on losing her.
[That said, he's wiring her into two cheap throwaway drives he's managed to obtain and upgrade since arriving here, letting them take the strain along with (hopefully) any booby traps they may stumble over.
Can't get this far without giving it a go, anyway. Lets see what falls through the cracks once they're widened just a little.
[The device Tony has is slightly upgraded, but it's not really able to process as much as the armor's computer. Or, it turns out, Tony's mind itself. He feels the system give way, allowing Q access to his phone's data and some relatively sensitive conversations that mention SHIELD and the Avengers and Iron Man. He's not relaxed enough to put vital details on something like his phone, but he does have photos of his armor and a few choice notes made while he was observing people's conversations on the network. There are people he recognizes and just hasn't spoken to and people he's watching idly because they seem to have some kind of power. That information slips through easily, right before Tony starts flooding Q with random commands, trying to flood him with a series of redundant requests that come through like a computer's stream of consciousness, if it was capable of such a thing. Offering to send files and data through to Q's drives without being prompted.]
the kind of weird that include invites to orgies that you can't say no to but end in you getting to ask for whatever you want and they actually give you the private house in the up you asked for as kind of a joke?
[Perhaps not too far away, behind a series of screens now all registering various levels of hardware overload, Q's feeling just a little like he might fancy a post-coital cigarette. No time of course - he neatly removes his laptop from home from the circuit before she can give up on him, and lets the other two drives take as much of the forced feedback as they can before they shut down.
He can look back through and analyse Tony's methods later. For now there's nothing but a quick skim through the initial flurry of information sent across. His own processors being slower than a computer, SHIELD and the Avengers will be looked into later.
What catches the eye most are the photos, of course. And if Q hadn't already spent significant time crawling the network he might take them for models, or prototypes, something imaginary if impressive in scope.
But he has spent time doing that. So, after a few minutes, a simple text direct to Tony Stark, rather than through the backroutes of his security system.
This message comes with his own ID tag, naming him again as simply Q. His username (a joke) is: classified, and there's a photo.]
'Self-proclaimed'? You wound me. Plenty of other people have proclaimed it. I'll tell you what: if I'm not a god, neither is my brother, and if you'd like to break the news to him, be my guest.
[ He's not quite sure if this Tony had the same altercation in the woods with his Thor, but if so, from experience, he knows well enough how that hammer feels. Even through a suit of armor. ]
And I couldn't possibly imagine what sort of pointers you'd have for me–in fact, you wound me twice over. I've had hundreds of years to become very good at, among other things, sucking cock. You haven't.
Have they? I don't remember anyone else saying you were a god.
[He's spoken to this particular Loki for all of ten minutes, so it's not technically a lie. Just because he hasn't had time to hear anyone call him a god doesn't discount the statement.]
And I don't put you on Thor's level. Just from my personal experience. But if you really think you know that much about pleasure, I'm always willing to reevaluate you. That picture just doesn't scream "hundreds of years of experience" to me.
[Did Tony expect to be posturing over blowjob techniques with Loki? No. Not in a lifetime. But is he enjoying taunting the god? Of course he is. It's a bad idea, but what is Loki really going to do?]
[After having to more or less push Q away from his files by sending him too much data at once and exposing some actual information in the process, Tony has to be impressed. It's no easy task to corner him like that. Even the limited phone system should be enough with his control to keep hackers out of private files. And the fact that Q can communicate through the system directly is another thing to watch out for.]
Were you looking to hire a consultant? Because you could have emailed me.
[But at this point Tony would accept him at his door.]
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