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[The video clicks on, showing an uncertain eye and not much else, because the video is held much too close. The camera flips and jostles a few times, before it's held back enough to see a young boy. He looks much younger than he really is, rake thin in a very unhealthy way, but still more than skin and bones. He's pale, and he's scared. When he speaks, it's all in German; which, usefully, is the only language he knows.]

H-hallo? [Tosh has already assured him that Herr Doktor is not around and there won't be any tests of any kind today but...he isn't entirely convinced and is more than a little nervous to direct more attention to himself. So he's hesitant, but tentatively giving into some curiosity?] Is this one of the SS buildings? [He pans the camera around the room quickly; partially visible, as he tries to gesture with his other hand, is the silver helmet he holds.] I have never been here before.

[And he heads to a couch, looking uncomfortable, but...maybe a little pleased. This is more comfort than he's known in - well, ever. He manages a little smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and falters at the edges.] It's very nice. Thank you for letting me stay here.

[His attention drops back to the helmet, now in his lap, and he holds it up for the camera after a moment - the look on his face says he probably shouldn't play with it and he's sorry, but he's drawn to it nonetheless.] Does this belong to someone?

(OOC: And tags will come from

einzweidrei because I'm a bad person. :c Blanket content warning, again, for possibly in depth discussion of the Holocaust.]

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Why not?

[His go-to answer for anything. And, oh boy, it's actually kind of easy to relax a bit, to slip into the persona he's usually in when talking to kids, signing autographs. Working kids up over the more mundane Stark products, knowing they'll either leave the showcase throwing a tantrum or the new owner of whatever cool thing or phone or media player Tony was pushing, just to keep them from the inevitable embarrassing meltdown.]

Why stick to driving around on the ground when you can fly? And yeah, it's dangerous. Kind of. It has a belt, but that's not the point.

The point is freedom. Winning a fight over a biological constant, over actual physics.

[Yeah, okay. Let it be known. Tony Stark just has a thing for impressing and entertaining kids. He likes them, is even - gasp - good with them. They're pure imagination and ingenuity and not warped and damaged as adults are. Even kids with pasts like Erik's, they aren't- there's just something different about talking to a kid versus talking to an adult. Something that Tony genuinely likes.

And if anyone calls him on it after this flood is done, he's sending a doomsday bot to trash their room and explode in their face.]

[Erik likes the sound of that. Of freedom, of course, but of winning against the biological constant. Of moving the coin. So he smiles a little, curiosity grabbed and stoked.]

Can you really do it?

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