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"Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of the opportunity to play with all this."

"Like I said, when I invent tactile holograms, you can play with 'em all you want."

Uh.

Right, not apologizing for accidental flirting.

Auggie smirks.

"Much obliged."

...Tony giggles.

Because c'mon.

Oblivious Auggie is oblivious!

Okay, that's a lie.

His fingers touch something that feels like a circuit board and he pauses.

"What's this?"

"Cellphone parts," Tony supplies. "I'm trying to build the encryption right into the hardware as much as possible."

"Really," he says, intrigued.

"You don't have your own satellite as well, do you?"

"Well," he says.

"I'm not quite that rich?"

"But I'm sure you're working on it."

"Man, as cool as it would be to own a cellphone network, I'm pretty sure that's not something I need in my life."

"Fair enough. They're your toys."

"Yep. Why, did you want one? I'm pretty sure even if Stark Industries had a satellite, they wouldn't in your world. Because in your world they don't exist."

"Did I want a highly encrypted phone, or a satellite? Because I'm with you on needing a satellite, but a highly encrypted phone would be great."

"I can totally make you a highly encrypted phone. I can't make you a satellite."

Beat.

"Well, I could make you a satellite, but you'd have some trouble launching it."

Auggie laughs.

"Yeah, my aerospace resources are shockingly limited."

"What, you never hacked NASA for kicks?"

He whistles.

"...You're the best, Auggie."

"Aw, thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

Tony awws a little.

So does Jarvis.

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