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Things I didn't notice the first time (from the credits):
One of Downey's assistants was named Christine.
Tony's Catering provided some food for the crew.
I was amused.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Giles doesn't trust the Army, either.
Word Count: 350
Rating: Gen
Xander doesn’t hear the steps entering his warehouse with his physical ears over the earmuffs and his pounding at the anvil. It’s the mental tap on his shoulder, courtesy of a new sentry alarm spell he and White Star worked out, that gets his attention, and he carefully places the hammer aside and wipes the sweat off his forehead, tugging the earmuffs down around his shoulders.
He turns to see Giles crossing the floor carefully, freezing in shock. “I didn’t—sorry—”
Xander takes pity on him, crossing the floor and meeting him halfway. “I’m cool. You’re not a mad scientist. I’m not gonna lose my mind now.”
“I know no one else asked about this, but—if you need to talk about anything that happened, I’m sure your time spent in the Initiative could not have been a cake walk, as you’ve been trying to get the others to believe.” It’s…impressive, honestly. Sometimes Giles backs away, doesn’t try to be the father figure because honestly, as a Watcher he hadn’t really signed up for it, doesn’t know what to do. Now, he’s actually noticing, actually trying, and that—what else can Xander ask for?
“I’m—I might. Maybe. Don’t feel about talking about it now, though, so don’t hold your breath.” He glances at the papers in Giles’ hands and frowns. “If that’s homework I’ve missed, you can head right back to your apartment, though.”
“No—” and yeah, that was a mistake, reminding Giles he doesn’t have his other job anymore. “It’s—I want help looking through the files the Initiative had.”
Xander’s mind goes cold, but he steels himself into dealing. “Do you have digital data as well? Star could lend a digital hand.”
“I still have the disks.” Giles holds them up, still hesitant. “It’s not…too much, is it?”
Xander grins, shoving back all the trauma for the others to deal with. “Hey, I tend to obsessively categorize anything that scares me. Makes me feel more in control. That’ll help me, and I can help, too, which always makes me feel better, so count me in.”