A while back I received a little bit of interest about a sequel to this story. I've got an idea, but haven't really invested in writing it. So, I put this out there. Based on this teaser, should I continue with a complete sequel? Review to let me know. I hope you dig it.

Tony Stark arrived at Dr. Wolf's lab in squeaky shoes. Along the walls were posters for Pacific Rim and The Hobbit. The latter of which was surrounded by post-its and napkins sketched with jokes along with printouts of Dr. Wilson's MSPaint comics about Majestic Thorin.

With all the blacktop tables, the large square room looked a bit like chemistry class. But instead of beaker and bunson, the tables were littered with microscope computers, power sources, tools, plexiglass, scorch marks, and miles of colorful wiring.

Birgit's bright laser dreams were well on their way to being realized.

"Do you think a laser could look like the rainbow road? -Err. Rainbow Bridge, I mean?" Dr. Wilson asked Dr. Wolf. The former was in a chair, leaning against The Hobbit wall. The latter was in the far left corner, next to the humming CPU.

"Ask Thor," she grunted.

"No, I mean, like, theoretically. Like, what do you think?" She twirled a golden lock between her fingers, which were stained black for some reason.

"Emma, take a nap," Birgit said gently.

"Fine." Emma frowned a bit, and then disappeared under the desk to her left. She'd fashioned herself a Costanza-style bed beneath it, complete with a Hello Kitty alarm clock.

Tony very slightly undulated in place, emitting a fantastic high-pitch with his sneakers. He received no reaction. He hopped a bit. No reaction.

Finally, he sighed. He walked past the desks until he was three feet from Dr. Wolf. He squeaked. Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak.

Squeak.

Squeak-Squeak.

Squee-ee-ee-ee-eek

Squeak!

"What?" she groaned, her eyes vacant, reflecting the values that hung brightly and intense on the computer monitor. Her mouth remained partially agape, her similarly black fingers nearly touching her lips.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"There's a mistake…." She said blankly.

"That's not very descriptive."

"Nothing…" she didn't look at him. "This is just a hard one."

He shifted his stare to the screen. He coughed, either in laughter or disgust. "You're playing Sudoku?!"

"Huh?" she asked, still not turning.

"Birgit," he said.

"What?"

"It's two in the morning and you're playing Sudoku at the lab."

"Why are you here?" she retorted.

"Because Steve texted me 'What's up?' an hour ago. That's why."

Finally, she blinked. Then she just held her eyes shut. "I got a little burnt out, so I'm just taking a break."

"A break from…" he prompted.

"The work… the work."

"Sudoku is a break?"

"Yeah. It's even better than sleeping because you don't dream."

"That's kind of dark, doc." Tony crossed his arms. "And Steve?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "He's home. Or out. I dunno. He's doing Steve stuff."

"What's going on?" he asked directly.

"With what?" She huffed.

"With you and Steve."

"Seriously?" She actually smiled. "Tony Stark is worried about my love life?"

"Maybe. And his," he punctuated.

"Fair deuce," she said. "I'm just really focused here. We're having a little weird patch."

"Weird patch?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It's kind of personal, okay?" She crossed her arms after dropping the pen on the table.

"Hrmph." He scratched his chin. "You aren't, like, hurting each other or anything depressing like that, right?"

Birgit rubbed her eyes. "No, I don't think so."

"Hrmph," he said again. "The vibe is negative. I'm real sensitive to vibes, you know."

"Are you psychic now?"

"I'm a spiritual guy."

"Church of Stark." She stood up and walked out of the lab, shedding her lab coat, which hung itself on the rack by the door. Then she cringed at the unexpected reminder.

"You really okay?" Tony noticed the cringe.

"Tired. Strained."

"Go to bed," he suggested. "Just not yours, okay?"