A constellation of tears on your lashes

[actually112]

Who| Aang and Tony and anyone who may be with Tony (Thor, Bucky, etc)
What| Aang is officially outside of what's intended to be the arena. He is going to do his damndest to tear this shit down.
Where| The crawlspace above the third floor.
When| Early Week
Warnings/Notes| Sad little boys and Tony instructing said boys how to use explosives.

Aang has cried a lot. Cried with grief, cried with frustration, cried with loneliness. He feels like he's cried a hundred years' worth of tears.

Making up for lost time, he guesses.

But tears do nothing. After the tearing feeling in his chest has reduced to a dull ache, he gets to work. He already broke through the skylight, so he investigates. Paws around, just in case there are fancy wires or the kind of green ridged chips found in the floor cleaners. He finds nothing but dust, and he feels the electricity above him, crackling the air like Azula does before a strike. He knows that feeling. He died to that feeling, before Katara pulled him back. He misses Katara.

He doesn't know how to deal with electricity, but he knows there are others who do. He zips open his backpack, pulling out pages he had yet to use for drawing or paper gliders, and writes. He writes his note in the best code he can possibly manage, asking for help and explaining the situation.

Then he folds them into the best gliders he can and throws them through the skylight.

Maybe someone will find them.

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[actually112]

When the little hand catches the last message, there's a silent pause. Then a little boy with arrows tattooed on his body and a little bit of black fuzz beginning to grow on his head dangles himself from the edge of the skylight, hooking his legs on the edge and allowing his thighs to support all his weight as he hangs upside down and waves. He's either very light, or his thighs are very strong. Or both.

"Does this work?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Well, that's. A look." He says as he cranes his head up to look at him. He raises a slight eyebrow at him.

"So, Cirque du Soleil?"

Tony likes to consider himself pretty flexible. For a man his age. But that isn't exactly Tony could do for and real length of time. At least not without feeling really old.

[actually112]

The boy, for his part, looks like he has absolutely no problem with this, even as his face flushes from the blood rushing to it. He gives Tony a smile, his eyes bright even though he's covered in bruises and his chest is bandaged.

"Sorry, I couldn't hear that." He gestures to his ears, his smile becoming sheepish. "Those alarms hurt my ears. Do you mind writing that down?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony shook his head and then after writing on a sheet of paper he shows to the boy.

Come down here, you're cramping my neck.

[actually112]

Aang frowns at the paper. Then he gestures for Tony to turn it upside down. He can't read right side up when his head is dangling like this.

Once he reads the message, he nods in understanding, then begins to swing forward and back, building momentum before he pushes off the edge of the skylight with his legs and somersaults in the air before landing on his feet, completely no worse for wear.

Yes. Yes, the child belongs in the circus.

He's immediately straight up, stretching his arms and back. "It's pretty cramped up there."

[arrogantalloy]

With a put upon noise he knows the boy wouldn't hear he did infact flip the paper for him to read.

Though he was quietly impressed at him landing easily on the floor.

"Yeah, you're tiny and saying that?"

He raises an eyebrow then realises he can't be heard then just writes, Yeah I bet. How long have you been up there?

[actually112]

Aang leans in to look at the message, seemingly completely off guard despite the fact he's keeping a careful eye on the man's movements and straining to sense any other unfamiliar presences, just in case he was lured to the ground for a trap.

"Since the blackout. I used my time to break the skylight, and I was looking around for wires and stuff like that. I only found a lot of dust and an electric dome above us." He had been a little disappointed by that, but maybe it's for the best. He, after all, has no idea how wires and green chips and doo-dads work. He only recently learned what an electric wire was. "Do you think you can help me break the dome?"

[arrogantalloy]

"If there's one thing I know how to work with, it's electricity."

He writes down what he says, then walks around the boy to get a better look at where he came from. Trying to sort out in his head what kind of factors they would be facing.

"Well, there's no way we're going to have the resources to take out the dome completely, but we might be able to disable a section of it, because there's no way it will run on a single circuit like christmas lights. Everything's going to be running separately. So it's less a matter of how to hit it knowing where best to hit."

How far can you get in there?

It's clear from his face that not only is Tony finding this a challenge but it's the most he's actually been able to do since... Coming here really.

[actually112]

Aang balances on one foot to write on his thigh, drawing a little diagram of the crawl space and using a few stick figures and lines to represent himself and how far he can safely crawl.

It looks like he can at the very least reach his hand into the most narrow parts, and the rest of the time he can be on his stomach or sitting up comfortably.

Once he's done with the diagram, he shows it to Tony. "About that far."

[arrogantalloy]

"You're five feet away from a car, and you draw on your leg." Tony gives a slight huff before taking the paper off him to look at what he was drawn. He looks back up at where Aang came from then opens up the SUV to look at how much fuel is in the car before looking back at the drawing and then a think.

"Yeah, we could do th-" He clears his throat and writes down that they could certainly give it a try.

[actually112]

Aang doesn't trust the car. It made him deaf.

He grinned at the message, bouncing on the balls of his feet before looking up at Tony again. "Great! Just tell me what I need to do!"

He pauses for a second. "You never told me your name. Do you mind writing it down?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony writes his name for the kid then after showing it to him he starts to write down everything that needs to be done to make an attempt on the barrier. Muttering to himself as he works because he's always worked better thinking outloud.