[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.]
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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.]
T. What a coincidence.