tampered | [Log] Ongoing

[Log] Ongoing - Closed

When; Saturday night
Rating; PG
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whattingawhat
Summary; They're trying to get the Iron Man suit to another location, things go amiss.
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Eliot was sick of everything just about now. He was sick of people talking in circles. He was sick of the Deities. He was sick of the City. He was sick of this place sending his friends back home and leaving him here to fend for himself. Sick of so many things, except the blonde girl he let inside his apartment at the moment.

“Hey Rocky.” He planted a kiss on her cheek, took her back through the apartment and drew a deep breath before opening his bedroom door. There, standing in the middle of the room in all its glory was the Iron Man suit he had stolen last month. There was an awkward moment as Eliot looked sideways at her because it was one thing talking about what he did for a living. It was another thing entirely to be confronted face-to-face with it.

“It's a little hard to smuggle around the City, you know? Tech is above my knowledge... which granted isn't a lot.” He said just to fill the silence.

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Buffy surveyed the situation, arms crossed over her chest. She tilted her head one way and then another. She paused, made a circle around the suit and then came back to stand next to Eliot.

"Didn't figure you for the bells and tubas kind of guy." She looked over to Eliot and pursed her lips. "Also, I'm pretty sure Xander used to read a comic book with a guy who had a thing that looked like this."

It seems to take her forever to inspect the merchandise. He's worried, he'll admit that much to himself. Buffy is so... good. She's a good person and he respects that in her. He respects it a lot. But on top of what she might think of him morally, he's worried about the fact that he's developed real feelings for her and that she might be dumping him when all is said and done here. Girls like Buffy, they never stay with guys like him. It's against some unwritten rule.

"It looks expensive, right? And unique." He reasoned, because after all that was what had attracted him to it in the first place. It had had a place of importance in Tony Stark's life. And if he were a bargainer, he might have tried to get some money from the man himself for it. But Eliot was a thief. He only bargained if a job came down to that.

His shoulders lift in a shrug and he eyes the suit, both a triumph and a terror ever since he'd ganked it. "And you know if I was back home somebody would've paid a nice price for this."

"EBay would explode," she agreed. Not that Ebay would be where Eliot would sell this but hey she's not sure where you even sell something like this.

In the 'real' world, yeah there probably would be a lot more to deal with in their relationship. The whole robbing from the rich and giving to the poor thing helps assuage some of the guilt and concern Buffy has over Eliot's choice of career. Here...well he's giving the suit back and that's what counts. Sure he's stealing some other things around the City but they seem to be minor things for the most part. Nothing like this.

"Okay...you got any rope?"

His nose wrinkles a little bit at the EBay comment. Hardison had introduced him to the world that was EBay not long ago and really, that was for amateurs. Also, Eliot might only halfway know about EBay since he'd kind of tuned Hardison out midway through the explanation. What? The boy could ramble!

"Yeah, I got rope. You don't think we can just." He jerks a thumb up pointing to the ceiling. "It up the stairs? You know, you take one end, I take the other and we pray that everyone's bein' lazy and usin' the elevators like usual?"

"Sure we can try. I'll get the legs and we'll try taking it up?"

She's expecting this to be heavy even for her but it can't hurt to have Eliot helping.

"You go back up the stairs I'll go up the right way."

Because that way the weight will be leaning on her.

"Sounds good to me." Eliot knows and accepts that Buffy is stronger than him. In fact, he kind of thinks it's hot. So it doesn't intimidate him in the least that she'll be taking the most weight of the suit. Deep down, he knows she can handle it and probably more if she had to. Thankfully though, it's just this.

With a soft grunt, he's pushing at the suit to tilt it over, keeping the weight of the head just barely in his hands as he angles it down so she can get a good grip on the legs. "Ready, Rocky?" He grinds the words out.

Buffy helps out and gets a good grip on the legs of the suit, knees bending to take as much of the weight as she can before she nods. "Ready steady." And they're out the door into the hall to take the thing up the stairs.

Thankfully, there was no one in the hallway or even by the elevators at that exact moment. Eliot was very grateful for that as he pushed his back against the door to the stairs and they worked the suit up the first flight. Already he was getting tired though. Sweat breaking out over his brow and his heart beat wildly in his chest.

"How many floors are these buildings?" He asked breathlessly. Cause they were already on the eleventh floor.

"Don't know. 15 or so?" It's not taking it's toll on her the way it is on him but it's not effortless either.

"We can stop for a second."

She doesn't look like it's taking too much effort for her anyway. And again, Eliot finds that kind of hot. He sets the head of the suit down carefully, and even with that carefulness the metal clangs against the stairs echoing throughout the stairwell. His gaze is instantly darting down and up to see if they're disturbed by anyone. Once he decides it's clear for now, he leans his back against the wall to catch his breath. "Fuckin' metal piece of whatever the hell it is..."

"Steal something lighter next time, Sugar Ray." She pushes her hair off her face and leans against the wall, giving Eliot a chance to catch his breath and herself a second to recharge a bit.

Eliot smirks and nods at her. But he tosses an arm out, indicating the statuesque haul he'd kept hidden away in his room for a few weeks now. "You gotta admit it's some damn good loot if we were anywhere else." The words are said almost regrettably.

She tries not to smile at him 'cause stealing is wrong but she can't help it. "If I weren't having to help you haul it up several flights of stairs...it is kind of cool."

That gets a laugh out of him that echoes throughout the stairwell. Finally he takes a deep breath and leans down to pick it up again. "Alright, let's do this."

She takes hold of the suit again and starts pushing up the stairs. "At least I'll have a great butt after this workout."

Because somehow joking makes the heavy lifting easier.

"Rocky, you already have a nice backside." Eliot said, his voice once again a bit strained beneath the weight of the suit. "Just so you know."

'Aw you say the sweetest thing while doing the heavy lifting."

They're nearly to the top of the stairs. In fact, she's pretty sure she can see the roof access door.

Finally, his back hit the roof door. He pushed it open and walked out into the cool night air on the roof. He waited for Buffy to have the suit level with him before asking. "Ready? One, two, three."

With a grunt he lifted the shoulders of the suit so she could set the feet on the ground. Of course, the minute the feet hit the ground the suit came to life with a hum and a light. In the shuffle to get it upright, one of them must have pressed something.

"Damn. Uh..." Eliot just starts pushing random buttons to get it to turn off. "It won't turn off!"

Buffy is frantically pushing things and boggling at whats going on.

"Uhm...Eliot...I think we should--"

And she doesn't get any further because the suit is powering up for something that is about to blow. She flies at Eliot, tackling him to the ground hard a split second before it seems like the whole world explodes in brilliant blue light.

It sounds like it's gearing up for something which is not good. And before he knows it he's tackled at his side by a Buffy-sized brick wall. He hits the ground just as the suit explodes and mutters a string of curses. "We gotta get outta here. You alright? Rocky?" He's twisting beneath her to make sure she's alright.

She's pretty sure she has a bit of something like a sunburn from the burst and she's practically flash blind. At least she can still hear and she responds to his question. She's a bit dazed and confused.

"Yeah...I'm...yeah--we should get out of here."

Rolling over, Eliot stands and helps her to her feet as he does. He's gripping her shoulders for the moment, checking her over. He runs a hand gently back over her hair and then grabs her hand, heading for the fire escape access to the roof without another word.

She really is okay, maybe an abrasion across her cheek and on her jaw but she's leaving with him. Getting caught putting this thing somewhere people can find it isn't in the plan. She limps a little as they start off. She heals fast though. She'll be fine.

They rush down the fire escape, which will take a bit for such a tall building. Eliot is just trying to put as much distance between them and the suit as possible. "Where do you wanna hide out, Rocky? Your place?"

"That should work. It's just Dawn and me right now. Faith is in and out but we could hide down in Spike's basement. No one will look for us."

Not that anyone would necessarily look for them in her bedroom. The basement is just better hidden.

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