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industries) wrote2019-05-15 09:19 pm
industries) wrote2019-05-15 09:19 pm
[He had a debt to pay. Two, actually, but one was more easily remedied than the other. For Rosetta he'd need Chroma, and the money painting on his glass bangle had disappeared two weeks ago.
Hard luck, that. He didn't need much to get by but he found it was difficult to return to the lean pickings of his youth. Travelling with humans meant a soft man's diet. More than one item per meal, more than one meal per day, sometimes with sweets to finish and hot tea. Maybe he was just being stupid yet it was hard to return to the lean pickings of his youth, living off of what he could catch in the woods or snatch from branches. Inuyasha had stooped low enough to follow Thor's scent one day. He'd hoped to find him in the dwelling, but the place had been bereft of thunder gods. Sheepish, he'd taken a small helping of fruit and left the place with a solemn vow to repay him. Double if he could.
He makes certain to do so under the guise of night. A Cordis moon, when the man is sure to be out indulging in whatever the fuck suited his fancy. He's sure that there's no bad blood between them. It's just his pride that wants the secrecy.
He slips through the window as easily as last time. Hastily bounds to the cold box and pries it open, slipping the freshly slain rabbit inside. His stomach rumbles and, biting his lip, he casts a roving eye over the goods within.
Surely a fat rabbit would be worth enough for a piece of something else as well...]
Hard luck, that. He didn't need much to get by but he found it was difficult to return to the lean pickings of his youth. Travelling with humans meant a soft man's diet. More than one item per meal, more than one meal per day, sometimes with sweets to finish and hot tea. Maybe he was just being stupid yet it was hard to return to the lean pickings of his youth, living off of what he could catch in the woods or snatch from branches. Inuyasha had stooped low enough to follow Thor's scent one day. He'd hoped to find him in the dwelling, but the place had been bereft of thunder gods. Sheepish, he'd taken a small helping of fruit and left the place with a solemn vow to repay him. Double if he could.
He makes certain to do so under the guise of night. A Cordis moon, when the man is sure to be out indulging in whatever the fuck suited his fancy. He's sure that there's no bad blood between them. It's just his pride that wants the secrecy.
He slips through the window as easily as last time. Hastily bounds to the cold box and pries it open, slipping the freshly slain rabbit inside. His stomach rumbles and, biting his lip, he casts a roving eye over the goods within.
Surely a fat rabbit would be worth enough for a piece of something else as well...]
[Titan's sun beats down on him.
He staggers. His back foot sinks into the sand as he raises his hand and curls it around the cold blade sticking out from his stomach. A dark-faced giant strides toward him, murmurs: "Half of humanity will still be alive."
He disappears. A smaller figure takes his place, raises his hands as they drift away in pieces. "Mr. Stark..."
Tony reaches for him. All he finds is air and ash.
He knows what comes next. It was the only way. He turns, weak and weary, toward where Strange has collapsed against the rocks and wreckage--
And finds someone else. A scarred face. Huge, dark eyes.
"Statement ends."
Tony gasps awake.
It's a small gasp. More like a wheeze as he curls up and his hand clenches into the couch upholstery. In the dark apartment, it takes a dizzying second to remember where this is, what this is.
The kid's alive. He's alive. Tony touched him, held him. Whatever the hell is going on outside of this pocket universe, the Peter here is real. So real that Tony feels anxious every second the kid's out of his line of sight, even though he knows he's capable on his own.
What if he loses him again? He can't lose him. He...
Tony shakes his head, shuts his eyes. He feels like he wakes up from a dream like this every night since he got here, which might make sense if he was terrorized as frequently on the Benatar... but he wasn't. And even when he was, the nightmares were varied -- of Titan, but also of Earth, of Pepper, of good times long past. Now, they're all the same, one after another, and that face--
Something rustles in the kitchen.
Tony sits up. He can see a crack of light from the kitchen doorway -- the fridge is open.
Cold fear grips him. Whoever it is, it isn't Thor -- he would've made a ruckus striding in from his "revelries," and those stupid, ridiculous wings would've probably gotten caught on the doorframe.
Plus, Tony would've. Uh. Probably sensed he was around. Because of other reasons.
Tony stands. He creeps forward and raises his hand, lets his nanites form a repulsor on his palm. It's been about a week since downing the cat and his nanites are back to full form -- or 20% of it, anyway. Enough to deal with whatever the hell is on the other side of the open fridge door as he stalks into the kitchen.
A giant shadow twists and grows on the wall as it blocks out a patch of the fridge light. Tony inhales.
He darts behind the figure and yells. A sonic blast fires from his hand. The thing goes flying into the cabinets, splintering the wooden doors underneath the sink with a deafeaning crack.
Tony kicks the fridge door shut. He hits the light, and--
He blinks. Heaves in a breath.]
"Furcon?"
He staggers. His back foot sinks into the sand as he raises his hand and curls it around the cold blade sticking out from his stomach. A dark-faced giant strides toward him, murmurs: "Half of humanity will still be alive."
He disappears. A smaller figure takes his place, raises his hands as they drift away in pieces. "Mr. Stark..."
Tony reaches for him. All he finds is air and ash.
He knows what comes next. It was the only way. He turns, weak and weary, toward where Strange has collapsed against the rocks and wreckage--
And finds someone else. A scarred face. Huge, dark eyes.
"Statement ends."
Tony gasps awake.
It's a small gasp. More like a wheeze as he curls up and his hand clenches into the couch upholstery. In the dark apartment, it takes a dizzying second to remember where this is, what this is.
The kid's alive. He's alive. Tony touched him, held him. Whatever the hell is going on outside of this pocket universe, the Peter here is real. So real that Tony feels anxious every second the kid's out of his line of sight, even though he knows he's capable on his own.
What if he loses him again? He can't lose him. He...
Tony shakes his head, shuts his eyes. He feels like he wakes up from a dream like this every night since he got here, which might make sense if he was terrorized as frequently on the Benatar... but he wasn't. And even when he was, the nightmares were varied -- of Titan, but also of Earth, of Pepper, of good times long past. Now, they're all the same, one after another, and that face--
Something rustles in the kitchen.
Tony sits up. He can see a crack of light from the kitchen doorway -- the fridge is open.
Cold fear grips him. Whoever it is, it isn't Thor -- he would've made a ruckus striding in from his "revelries," and those stupid, ridiculous wings would've probably gotten caught on the doorframe.
Plus, Tony would've. Uh. Probably sensed he was around. Because of other reasons.
Tony stands. He creeps forward and raises his hand, lets his nanites form a repulsor on his palm. It's been about a week since downing the cat and his nanites are back to full form -- or 20% of it, anyway. Enough to deal with whatever the hell is on the other side of the open fridge door as he stalks into the kitchen.
A giant shadow twists and grows on the wall as it blocks out a patch of the fridge light. Tony inhales.
He darts behind the figure and yells. A sonic blast fires from his hand. The thing goes flying into the cabinets, splintering the wooden doors underneath the sink with a deafeaning crack.
Tony kicks the fridge door shut. He hits the light, and--
He blinks. Heaves in a breath.]
"Furcon?"
Edited 2019-06-08 06:35 (UTC)
[Much like real animals, whose senses are the only ones comparable to a youkai's, if Inuyasha's distracted he's not listening for threats or sniffing out interlopers. How can he when he's got a nose full of the cold box's bounty, marvels and oddities of every variety tugging at him like impudent children.
Which is why when the blast comes he goes flying like a chump.]
FUCK!!
[He body checks the wooden compartments and snaps several in two before slumping to the tile, golden eyes wide and dazed.
Someone hits the light switch and he snarls, lurching forward with a fist clenched and prime for punching.]
What the hell was that for— [He halts. Blinking.] Oh. You're...that old man.
[The one he'd carried halfway across the Iris moon, wasn't it? Yeah, he's different in the false light of the kitchen, but his scent is near exactly the same. Less dusty, though.]
So you didn't die after all.
Which is why when the blast comes he goes flying like a chump.]
FUCK!!
[He body checks the wooden compartments and snaps several in two before slumping to the tile, golden eyes wide and dazed.
Someone hits the light switch and he snarls, lurching forward with a fist clenched and prime for punching.]
What the hell was that for— [He halts. Blinking.] Oh. You're...that old man.
[The one he'd carried halfway across the Iris moon, wasn't it? Yeah, he's different in the false light of the kitchen, but his scent is near exactly the same. Less dusty, though.]
So you didn't die after all.
[Tony's so startled by this development that he doesn't duck away from the fist flying at his face -- until it stops. He bobs his head backward about a second too late and scowls.]
Yeah, still kicking. Hey-- [He steps forward, feels a spike of irritation fly up.] What the hell are doing here in the middle of the night -- what, raiding the... the fridge? I could've killed you!
[The scowl softens a little.]
Or -- bruised you. Broken... bones and all that -- you okay? You look okay.
Yeah, still kicking. Hey-- [He steps forward, feels a spike of irritation fly up.] What the hell are doing here in the middle of the night -- what, raiding the... the fridge? I could've killed you!
[The scowl softens a little.]
Or -- bruised you. Broken... bones and all that -- you okay? You look okay.
[Fridge? His brows knit for a spell, but it's Inuyasha's turn to jerk his head back some when the man begins to, what, fret? He's not supposed to do that.]
What do you mean? Of course I'm fine! [He crosses his arms and tosses his hair in a huff, glare cast to the side.] If you think you could kill me with your weirdo...flashlight hand, you've got another thing coming!
[There were about three modern conveniences he had mastered. Salty ramen, those gummy bandages with the slick paper on the backs, and flashlights. Bikes, though. He could shudder. They were easy enough to ride, but trying to fix one was a fool's errand.]
Anyway, aren't you the suspicious one here? This is Thor's home, what are you doing in it?
What do you mean? Of course I'm fine! [He crosses his arms and tosses his hair in a huff, glare cast to the side.] If you think you could kill me with your weirdo...flashlight hand, you've got another thing coming!
[There were about three modern conveniences he had mastered. Salty ramen, those gummy bandages with the slick paper on the backs, and flashlights. Bikes, though. He could shudder. They were easy enough to ride, but trying to fix one was a fool's errand.]
Anyway, aren't you the suspicious one here? This is Thor's home, what are you doing in it?
[Tony's about to retort back something matter-of-fact about how, um, excuse me, his "flashlight hand" could absolutely kill him, thank you very much, when--]
Thor? You know Thor? [Somehow, the revelation that the kid isn't just thieving from random fridges, but this specific one, is what makes Tony narrow his eyes and gesture.] Wait -- if you know him, why are you stealing his shit? Also-- [he crosses his arms,] I totally knew him first. So there.
Thor? You know Thor? [Somehow, the revelation that the kid isn't just thieving from random fridges, but this specific one, is what makes Tony narrow his eyes and gesture.] Wait -- if you know him, why are you stealing his shit? Also-- [he crosses his arms,] I totally knew him first. So there.
[It absolutely could but he will literally die before he admits the whole side where the sonic blast hit is a continental bruise. Anyway—]
I'm not stealing! I'm paying him back! [And to prove it he rips the fridge door open again and points out the very fat and very dead rabbit on the middle shelf. There's no blood, but its neck is inescapably bent the wrong way, like it died trying to read the label on the Dijon mustard behind it.] See!
[To the second point, he has to narrow his own eyes.] What? So are you one of his Asgardyuns or something?
I'm not stealing! I'm paying him back! [And to prove it he rips the fridge door open again and points out the very fat and very dead rabbit on the middle shelf. There's no blood, but its neck is inescapably bent the wrong way, like it died trying to read the label on the Dijon mustard behind it.] See!
[To the second point, he has to narrow his own eyes.] What? So are you one of his Asgardyuns or something?
[Tony's gaze follows the kid's gesture, and -- he full-body recoils. He raises his eyes to the ceiling like he's looking for God.]
That is. A dead bunny. There's a dead bunny in the fridge.
[Tony scrubs a hand over his face, then turns back toward him.]
No, not Asgardian, just... buddies with one. From home. So-- [he gestures at the kid's head, specifically his cat ears,] guessing Cordis makes you go all... wild child? Meow and hiss at things? Murder poor, innocent Thumper?
That is. A dead bunny. There's a dead bunny in the fridge.
[Tony scrubs a hand over his face, then turns back toward him.]
No, not Asgardian, just... buddies with one. From home. So-- [he gestures at the kid's head, specifically his cat ears,] guessing Cordis makes you go all... wild child? Meow and hiss at things? Murder poor, innocent Thumper?
Meow?
[Inuyasha stands clueless in the chilly waves of the cold box. He blinks.
Then his expression sours, eyes shut irritably as a muted canine rumble sounds in his chest. His claws rap on the door frame.]
All right. You're modern and you're a foreigner, so I'll forgive you for not knowing anything. But don't you ever call me a cat again.
[He slaps the door shut then, crossing his arms beneath his sleeves.] I was born like this. The moons haven't got shit to do with it.
Anyway, you shouldn't complain so much. Not everyone's so spoiled they can just pick up food from some merchant.
[Inuyasha stands clueless in the chilly waves of the cold box. He blinks.
Then his expression sours, eyes shut irritably as a muted canine rumble sounds in his chest. His claws rap on the door frame.]
All right. You're modern and you're a foreigner, so I'll forgive you for not knowing anything. But don't you ever call me a cat again.
[He slaps the door shut then, crossing his arms beneath his sleeves.] I was born like this. The moons haven't got shit to do with it.
Anyway, you shouldn't complain so much. Not everyone's so spoiled they can just pick up food from some merchant.
Edited (Cellular interference) 2019-06-11 22:00 (UTC)
Born-- wait. [Tony narrows his eyes and points at the top of his own head.] Born like what? With the ears?
[And claws too, by the looks of it. Tony decides to make a mental list of all the things he's discovered in, like, the past five seconds:
Tony's gears turn. He thinks back to Robocop on the airplane. Future Earth is a relative term. If Tony's met people from alternate versions of his future, then...]
Hey. You said you were from Japan, right? [Pause.] What year?
[It occurs to him he might get "third era of the fifth prosperous shogunate" or something, but hey. That works.]
[And claws too, by the looks of it. Tony decides to make a mental list of all the things he's discovered in, like, the past five seconds:
- Kid's not Cordis.
- He was a furry when he got here!
- Kid's definitely not a cat.
- Is it just Tony, or did that growl sound exactly like a German Shepherd?
- Kid knows Thor.
- Of course he knows Thor.
- "Pick up food from some merchant" + literally a dead bunny in the refrigerator probably = actual real-life wild child.
- Okay, this is, like, the third time the kid has made some reference to Tony being a foreigner, and his disdain for the word "modern" seems to fit in with the whole West of China shtick when they first met.
- Wait. Is he the one who scratched that lettering into the counter like a goddamn psychopath?
- That robe though.
- Wait. Is he the one who scratched that lettering into the counter like a goddamn psychopath?
Tony's gears turn. He thinks back to Robocop on the airplane. Future Earth is a relative term. If Tony's met people from alternate versions of his future, then...]
Hey. You said you were from Japan, right? [Pause.] What year?
[It occurs to him he might get "third era of the fifth prosperous shogunate" or something, but hey. That works.]
Edited 2019-06-14 01:34 (UTC)
Yes, with the ears! Obviously! [This was so annoying. Wouldn't seeing these assholes with fox and cat and owlish bits lessen the shock just a little? He was hardly the strangest looking one around. He wasn't even the weirdest looking guy in this building. This man must be doing some fancy footwork to avoid running into the likes of Jester or Fjord.
It reminds him with a wasp-like sting of how Matthias had first thought he'd gotten cursed. Mutated by some evil force. He wasn't getting threatened or beaten, like he would at home. But he wasn't sure this gobsmacked bullshit was any better.]
My father was dog youkai. You can ask Thor about it if you're so confused. [The Thunder God had understood at once. He can do the explanations. Another minute spent justifying his freakish appearance would be a minute too long.
Inuyasha purses his lips. Ah, this question. Some of the irritation leaks out, two fingers pressed to his lips as he struggles to remember. His gaze drifts, no longer quite on Tony as he tries to do the mental math.]
Fuck. It's hard to keep track. Miroku says it's one thing but they changed how they counted time, right? It's a Western calendar now. So then....Kagome said it's probably...ah, 15...Either 1540 or 1550? Maybe something in between. I don't know.
[He clicks his tongue and waves the matter away.]
Whatever. It hardly matters in this shit hole.
It reminds him with a wasp-like sting of how Matthias had first thought he'd gotten cursed. Mutated by some evil force. He wasn't getting threatened or beaten, like he would at home. But he wasn't sure this gobsmacked bullshit was any better.]
My father was dog youkai. You can ask Thor about it if you're so confused. [The Thunder God had understood at once. He can do the explanations. Another minute spent justifying his freakish appearance would be a minute too long.
Inuyasha purses his lips. Ah, this question. Some of the irritation leaks out, two fingers pressed to his lips as he struggles to remember. His gaze drifts, no longer quite on Tony as he tries to do the mental math.]
Fuck. It's hard to keep track. Miroku says it's one thing but they changed how they counted time, right? It's a Western calendar now. So then....Kagome said it's probably...ah, 15...Either 1540 or 1550? Maybe something in between. I don't know.
[He clicks his tongue and waves the matter away.]
Whatever. It hardly matters in this shit hole.
Uh. [Tony raises a finger in objection.] No, pretty sure it does matter. Like. A lot -- wait, so...
[His gears turn faster. He circles around the kid, like he's assessing him in a whole new light.] Okay, I don't know anything about the yo... Cobra Kai stuff, but 1550? Really? You're telling me... cars, planes, fridges-- [he gestures at the ceiling] lightbulbs, you... you hadn't seen any of this before? Ever?
[He lets that soak in. Even Thor, with all his godly mysticism, had been from a technology-so-advanced-it's-like-magic kind of background. Hell, even Steve "Great Depression" Rogers had at least seen a telephone before. But this kind of jump from the past to the present was...]
That. [He blinks.] Okay, that... definitely exceeds "furries" on the crazy-meter.
[His gears turn faster. He circles around the kid, like he's assessing him in a whole new light.] Okay, I don't know anything about the yo... Cobra Kai stuff, but 1550? Really? You're telling me... cars, planes, fridges-- [he gestures at the ceiling] lightbulbs, you... you hadn't seen any of this before? Ever?
[He lets that soak in. Even Thor, with all his godly mysticism, had been from a technology-so-advanced-it's-like-magic kind of background. Hell, even Steve "Great Depression" Rogers had at least seen a telephone before. But this kind of jump from the past to the present was...]
That. [He blinks.] Okay, that... definitely exceeds "furries" on the crazy-meter.
Youkai! [He corrects irritably. It's two syllables, is it really so hard to sound out?
He looks progressively more flustered as the man makes his rounds, head whipping to keep a wary eye on his progress.] No, but— shut up! I know light bulbs! And lecktrissity! You can't escape them here, the place is overrun with those stupid lights!
[The assessment ends and Inuyasha is deemed a lunatic. His stare withers to flat disdain, lips pressed thin.] You live with a Thunder God and have an exploding metal hand. How am I the crazy one?
[Though that reminds him — he drops the sour grapes and claps the man on the shoulder.] Oh — before I forget. Tell Thor I won't take any more fruit and stuff. The weather's better now so I can find my own.
[Lean pickings though it may be, the crops were starting in. Bigger berries were sprouting on wild bushes, and foreign fruits were bulging from stems. All should serve him well.
He strides around the man, beelining for the window.]
Tell him thank you from me, too.
He looks progressively more flustered as the man makes his rounds, head whipping to keep a wary eye on his progress.] No, but— shut up! I know light bulbs! And lecktrissity! You can't escape them here, the place is overrun with those stupid lights!
[The assessment ends and Inuyasha is deemed a lunatic. His stare withers to flat disdain, lips pressed thin.] You live with a Thunder God and have an exploding metal hand. How am I the crazy one?
[Though that reminds him — he drops the sour grapes and claps the man on the shoulder.] Oh — before I forget. Tell Thor I won't take any more fruit and stuff. The weather's better now so I can find my own.
[Lean pickings though it may be, the crops were starting in. Bigger berries were sprouting on wild bushes, and foreign fruits were bulging from stems. All should serve him well.
He strides around the man, beelining for the window.]
Tell him thank you from me, too.
[ A couple of hours have already passed since Steve's brief run-in with Tony in the hallway. Despite the fact that the two of them have been existing in each other's periphery for almost a month now (to say nothing of helping Thor parent a dragon), the amount of conversations they've had could properly be counted on one hand. And most of those had included outright hostility of some kind.
Suffice to say that Tony hasn't been in good physical or mental shape since they all arrived here, but the state he'd been in earlier had been something else entirely, a whole new flavor of screwed up.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out why, not with Steve's currently canine-level sense of smell. Tony had sex with someone, probably out of desperation more than anything else. For someone who's engaged back home, well...
It's got to be eating him up. Steve feels like he has to reach out somehow, even if he's probably the worst person for the job. Tony had been heading back for his own place, rarely used, instead of Thor's apartment. He's alone, probably beating himself up. He needs a friend. Not that Steve really falls into that category, but here he is, pressing send on the text all the same. ]
Hey. You seemed pretty out of it earlier, just wanted to check in.
[ Despite being on bad terms, Tony had tried to patch him up when Steve had gotten himself stabbed by a trickster god on his first moon cycle. He'll just treat this as returning the favor. ]
Suffice to say that Tony hasn't been in good physical or mental shape since they all arrived here, but the state he'd been in earlier had been something else entirely, a whole new flavor of screwed up.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out why, not with Steve's currently canine-level sense of smell. Tony had sex with someone, probably out of desperation more than anything else. For someone who's engaged back home, well...
It's got to be eating him up. Steve feels like he has to reach out somehow, even if he's probably the worst person for the job. Tony had been heading back for his own place, rarely used, instead of Thor's apartment. He's alone, probably beating himself up. He needs a friend. Not that Steve really falls into that category, but here he is, pressing send on the text all the same. ]
Hey. You seemed pretty out of it earlier, just wanted to check in.
[ Despite being on bad terms, Tony had tried to patch him up when Steve had gotten himself stabbed by a trickster god on his first moon cycle. He'll just treat this as returning the favor. ]
[Steve has to wait for the reply. Five minutes. Ten.
Finally, at the 27 minute mark--]
OK
[The next one comes rapid-fire.]
I come here all like the universe is gone and this is what you check in on lol ok
Finally, at the 27 minute mark--]
OK
[The next one comes rapid-fire.]
I come here all like the universe is gone and this is what you check in on lol ok
[This one's quick.]
Forgot how much you sucked at the cheering up thing
[Then, several:]
Not since dragon town
I'm sure he's ok
Super sure
Why wouldn't he be
You know in 80's acid trip alien sex town
Right
You think this moon thing has an age cap
Really hope there's an age Cap
*cap
Forgot how much you sucked at the cheering up thing
[Then, several:]
Not since dragon town
I'm sure he's ok
Super sure
Why wouldn't he be
You know in 80's acid trip alien sex town
Right
You think this moon thing has an age cap
Really hope there's an age Cap
*cap
[ As if Tony's anxious, stream-of way of talking wasn't bad enough, somehow it translates over to text message too. Steve waits to make sure he's really done before replying. ]
I'm pretty sure it's different for kids. I haven't really asked.
[ Sometimes it really is better not to know. ]
If he survived the dragon stuff, I'm sure he's fine. Either way, we get a break after today.
I'm pretty sure it's different for kids. I haven't really asked.
[ Sometimes it really is better not to know. ]
If he survived the dragon stuff, I'm sure he's fine. Either way, we get a break after today.
Right
[About a minute goes by.]
What about you
Eaten out of any trashcans
Sniffed any butts
Actually don't answer that
[About a minute goes by.]
What about you
Eaten out of any trashcans
Sniffed any butts
Actually don't answer that
[After exactly six minutes of no reply from Steve:]
...actually don't answer about eating out trashcans either
Poor phrasing
...actually don't answer about eating out trashcans either
Poor phrasing
[Eight minutes after that:]
I typ ED this with the jellyfish tentacles how weird is that ..
[Five more minutes.]
Did you know I can charge this thing too with the electricity. Watch out Rogers
I typ ED this with the jellyfish tentacles how weird is that ..
[Five more minutes.]
Did you know I can charge this thing too with the electricity. Watch out Rogers
[Only two minutes go by before:]
Tony Stark is typing...
[Pause.]
Tony Stark is typing...
[Stops. All at once:]
So I know you're not a complete naive idiot. So you know what happened. Cool. Yeah it's cool. I said this place sucked. I said that from the beginning. But I suck too. Which I'm sure you're trying not to tell me with platitudes but you know I do. Because I did it. I have to live with that now but that's OK I'm the same asshole you always knew I was right
Right
[It sits there for another minute. Then, they turn to:]
[ Message deleted. (7:03:45) ]
[ Message deleted. (7:03:55) ]
I'm going to sleep. Bye
[There's no hiding the notifs. But whatever. That's morning-him's problem.]
Tony Stark is typing...
[Pause.]
Tony Stark is typing...
[Stops. All at once:]
So I know you're not a complete naive idiot. So you know what happened. Cool. Yeah it's cool. I said this place sucked. I said that from the beginning. But I suck too. Which I'm sure you're trying not to tell me with platitudes but you know I do. Because I did it. I have to live with that now but that's OK I'm the same asshole you always knew I was right
Right
[It sits there for another minute. Then, they turn to:]
[ Message deleted. (7:03:45) ]
[ Message deleted. (7:03:55) ]
I'm going to sleep. Bye
[There's no hiding the notifs. But whatever. That's morning-him's problem.]
[ This is what happens when Steve ends up taking a shower in the midst of a text message conversation with Tony Stark. Looking away from his phone for more than a few minutes may as well be a capital offense.
There's a lot to take in here before Tony gets to the actual meat of what this conversation is maybe supposed to be about, and Steve gets to read the messages before they disappear, the record of them removed. ]
You had eight straight days of that, without really knowing what you were in for. I've heard what the Iris effects are like.
I know you're going to beat yourself up about it anyway, but it's not like you made a conscious decision to do what you did.
[ Whatever that is. Steve's nose can only tell him so much. ]
There's a lot to take in here before Tony gets to the actual meat of what this conversation is maybe supposed to be about, and Steve gets to read the messages before they disappear, the record of them removed. ]
You had eight straight days of that, without really knowing what you were in for. I've heard what the Iris effects are like.
I know you're going to beat yourself up about it anyway, but it's not like you made a conscious decision to do what you did.
[ Whatever that is. Steve's nose can only tell him so much. ]
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