“Movies always grossly overplay drunkenness, Hartley.” Cisco laughed, leaning back into the couch, preparing himself to sit though whatever the other was about to ramble on about. “Okay, yeah. I didn’t make them for the rogues. Snart stole that. But yes, I made it for protection against any speedster we were to come up against, and I didn’t really know how Barry was going to turn out. He obviously turned good, so I modified some things to protect The Flash from the cold gun. Anything else?”
“Scientifically speaking, last I checked scientists are still trying to figure out how to reach absolute zero quickly and organically. So anyone figuring out how to accomplish absolute zero would be a BIG FUCKING DEAL to the science community. It could revolutionize a lot of things including nuclear energy.
You did not just figure out absolute zero, though. You were able to do so with a device a person could hold in their hands…. And weaponized it. That’s a lot to do in the what, NINE MONTHS Barry was in a coma?
That’s like years, possibly decades of scientific research and discovery (if not centuries) achieved in MONTHS.
And all you did is turn it into a handheld weapon and did NOTHING ELSE with it. Didn’t even let the scientific community know what you did.
If I was a scientist (which I am) and one of my (former) lab coworkers did that, I’d probably grab them by the shoulders and start shaking them while screaming ‘YOU IDIOT!’ Now, because I’m all of those things, I now have the opportunity to do just that.” Hartley leaned over, grabbing Cisco’s shoulders but instead of shaking him, he leaned in closer. “You’re the smartest idiot I’ve ever met,” he murmured, their noses inches from each other.
Hartley barely took a breath, and Cisco was quite amused by the man’s ramblings. As Hartley grabbed his shoulders, Cisco let a genuine smile spread across his lips. “I’ve invented much more than you know. Things beyond today’s scientific understanding. I don’t show them because I don’t want to be the next Harrison Wells. Not yet anyway.” He rambled back before the man leaned in. “You know, you’re not too bad yourself.” He felt Hartley’s breath hot against his lips, and he slowly closed the gap between their lips.
Cisco backup 