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[buildsomething]

[The video flicks on to Tony's tired face, though he actually looks pretty good, considering that he's still mildly sick. He grins at the camera, though, the pleased look of someone who's managed something.]

Hey, so. For anyone still caught with this plague thing, I've got a...well, not a fix. A work around, maybe. A focused EMP seems to deactivate the nanities long enough for some of the symptoms to fade, at least for a little while. It doesn't get rid of the things entirely, but it should give you a nice break from feeling like shit.

I'd like to thank my lovely assistants for working with me on this.

[The camera pans across the workroom to focus on the couch, and the two bodies sprawled on it. The eagle-eyed might recognize one (or both) of them as Bucky Barnes, but the way they're both just kind of slumped in a heap makes it kind of hard to tell. It's not that large a couch.

One of them twitches slightly, and there's a snort as Tony turns the camera back on himself.]

That's it for now. I'm still working on a more permanent solution, but magic is really not my thing. Someone else wants to have a crack at that part, be my guest.

[A sudden crash comes from what seems like the vicinity of that couch, and Tony gives the screen a sardonic look before the feed cuts.]

Comments

[latrodectus]

No. That isn't an answer.

[ It makes her more worried. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

Tony's doing everything he can. The magic part of this virus is the wildcard element that nobody seems to be able to pin down.

I hate magic.

[latrodectus]

So we get a mage.

[ Natasha has a realistic enough assessment of her own abilities to know she can't fix the disease. But maybe she can find someone who can. She can be… persuasive. ]

[anotheroldsoldier]

If you've got one in your little black book here, be my guest. I

I'm not sure what options are even viable.