You have-- ( scott actually laughs at that, caught somewhere between disbelief and genuine awe. tony's in another league of his own, but scott sort of figured that much what with the iron man suit's initial conception, to begin with. ) --dude, targets? As in you found stuff lying around to shoot at, or you seriously cut out these circles and drew red circles inside to... plan the targeting out...

( what is even the point of asking? scott's going to see the display eventually. but apparently being picked up (rescued) from the drab everyday life of an average-ordinary bachelor (sitting on the couch watching re-runs of bug documentaries and eating handfuls of popcorn at a time) by his rich friend (who is cool and kind of adorable in his vintage t-shirt) makes his mouth run.

not that his mouth doesn't always run. he's just a lot more excited now. )

Dude, it sounds cool, I'm not gonna lie. It also sounds like something I want to play with, but now I'm worried I'll set your lab--training area?--on fire. Because I tend to break... ( his lips twist into a vague frown, head canting to the side. ) ... huh. Actually, now that I think about it, the only time I went to the compound was when I stole from it.

Wait. ( now he's gesturing to his suit. ) How did you know my measurements?