[ Tony's half-paid-attention to the whole exchange as he attempts to fasten a bracket to the nearby wall for some shelving – easy-peasy with power tools, but a little more challenging when you're dealing with solid brick, a hand drill, custom anchors you had to solder in the shop, and – interpersonal demons, he guesses. He turns the crank once, twice, with increasing force, as his grit teeth hold the next screw. ] Oh, good, glad to know our latest trust exercise involves him letting me fall on the floor.
[ He leans back from the bracket, glances at the one he put up fifteen minutes ago, realizes they're uneven from each other. Slightly, by like, a couple milimeters. He drags a hand down his face. ] Also, like, presumptuous? Assuming I'd be tripping over myself wanting to dish? About him? Why would I ever want to talk about him, honestly. We've got bigger fish to fry.
[ A couple seconds. Then– ]
Like, what did he say I'd want to talk – say. About him. Anyway.
[okay, Viktor is increasingly feeling like he stepped in it. The good news is that Steve and Tony, generally speaking, are not his problem.
That said.]
I asked him why he'd offer potentially compromising information to a stranger, but it seemed my familiarity with you was enough for him to feel comfortable sharing. All he mentioned was that you'd probably inform me anyway, given our current arrangement. That was all.
[He should leave this alone. He should. Not. Ask any more questions.]
Tony's shoulders deflate. He drops his hands from his face and lets them hang at his side. Shuts his eyes for a couple of seconds, tries to let the anger drain.
It's – tough, navigating all this. Hearing that things turn out some kind of okay, but still feeling like – he can't forgive everything until he sees it. Feels it. Ugh. Tony grabs a nearby rag and wipes his hands on it. Why's Tim asking about all this, again?
He pauses. No – seriously. Why is Viktor asking? ]
It's complicated. I mean, you probably guessed it was complicated. Kind of like how you guessed you'd get by my radar if, after, like, a week of radio silence, you suddenly broke the ice by asking me about a "colleague" instead of "that guy who science famously turned into the übermensch" – so like. What's on your mind, buddy?
Curiosity. [A tacit admission that Tony does not actually have to answer anything, if he doesn't really want to, but Viktor gets the sense that Tony likes to explain himself.] It seems like I'm meeting a lot of your colleagues, and they all have different things to say about the military outfit you were part of. My understanding is that it is, at least in part, dissolved?
If you have an actual question for me, you should ask it.
The Avengers. Not military, though that's... kind of complicated. Even more complicated than usual, seeing as most of my "colleagues" are from five years in the future, so they probably have a better idea of whether or not our band-getting-back-together arc ends in unmitigated disaster. Or like – I mean, I know we save the universe, so. Guess we didn't do too bad.
[ Aside from him dying. Hm. Right, time to move on– ]
Anyway. I could give you more gory details, but I do have an actual question: If you've already met "a lot" of my colleagues, then why are you only now dropping a line. To ask about Rogers. Specifically.
[ Tony narrows his eyes at the glowing text on the wall, from the spot at his table where he's cracked open a bottle of whatever the locals call beer. Takes a swig. Ugh. Yeasty. ]
Just wait 'till you meet the guy in Solvunn.
[ Does he press the question? He taps his fingers on the tabletop. ]
Speaking of colleagues, you wanna tell me what's been going on between you and Tom Brainy?
Oh. [ Had Viktor mentioned that? He'd probably mentioned that. Tony's been too wrapped up in his own wing designs and attempts at handyman entrepreneurship, he guesses. He carries on– ] What kind of business?
[ Much easier than talking about other things, anyway. ]
OK, ladies and gentlemen – we've established he did some kind of errand, for some kind of person, relating to some type of business, in some part of Aquila.
Would it be cool if I ask Jayce for more details, or like absolutely not?
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He actually said he wanted preempting your telling me about it. I see the value in that.
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[ He leans back from the bracket, glances at the one he put up fifteen minutes ago, realizes they're uneven from each other. Slightly, by like, a couple milimeters. He drags a hand down his face. ] Also, like, presumptuous? Assuming I'd be tripping over myself wanting to dish? About him? Why would I ever want to talk about him, honestly. We've got bigger fish to fry.
[ A couple seconds. Then– ]
Like, what did he say I'd want to talk – say. About him. Anyway.
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That said.]
I asked him why he'd offer potentially compromising information to a stranger, but it seemed my familiarity with you was enough for him to feel comfortable sharing. All he mentioned was that you'd probably inform me anyway, given our current arrangement. That was all.
[He should leave this alone. He should. Not. Ask any more questions.]
You were colleagues?
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Tony's shoulders deflate. He drops his hands from his face and lets them hang at his side. Shuts his eyes for a couple of seconds, tries to let the anger drain.
It's – tough, navigating all this. Hearing that things turn out some kind of okay, but still feeling like – he can't forgive everything until he sees it. Feels it. Ugh. Tony grabs a nearby rag and wipes his hands on it. Why's Tim asking about all this, again?
He pauses. No – seriously. Why is Viktor asking? ]
It's complicated. I mean, you probably guessed it was complicated. Kind of like how you guessed you'd get by my radar if, after, like, a week of radio silence, you suddenly broke the ice by asking me about a "colleague" instead of "that guy who science famously turned into the übermensch" – so like. What's on your mind, buddy?
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Curiosity. [A tacit admission that Tony does not actually have to answer anything, if he doesn't really want to, but Viktor gets the sense that Tony likes to explain himself.] It seems like I'm meeting a lot of your colleagues, and they all have different things to say about the military outfit you were part of. My understanding is that it is, at least in part, dissolved?
If you have an actual question for me, you should ask it.
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The Avengers. Not military, though that's... kind of complicated. Even more complicated than usual, seeing as most of my "colleagues" are from five years in the future, so they probably have a better idea of whether or not our band-getting-back-together arc ends in unmitigated disaster. Or like – I mean, I know we save the universe, so. Guess we didn't do too bad.
[ Aside from him dying. Hm. Right, time to move on– ]
Anyway. I could give you more gory details, but I do have an actual question: If you've already met "a lot" of my colleagues, then why are you only now dropping a line. To ask about Rogers. Specifically.
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[Viktor. That's not.]
He was easily the strangest one so far. That's why.
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Just wait 'till you meet the guy in Solvunn.
[ Does he press the question? He taps his fingers on the tabletop. ]
Speaking of colleagues, you wanna tell me what's been going on between you and Tom Brainy?
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I don't know who that is.
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Jayce. I'm asking why you and Jayce have been so weird. It's been a real inconvenience to me, you know.
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[one day, Tony, someone is going to explain A Christmas Carol to Viktor and then he will beat the shit out of you]
What was inconvenient? I had business in Aquila, if that's what you were wondering about.
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Oh. [ Had Viktor mentioned that? He'd probably mentioned that. Tony's been too wrapped up in his own wing designs and attempts at handyman entrepreneurship, he guesses. He carries on– ] What kind of business?
[ Much easier than talking about other things, anyway. ]
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[he's fully fuckin around now sry tony]
I was assisting someone with an errand. It was also nice to take some time away from Cadens.
[my name is Viktor Leagueoflegends and I love lying]
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Also, check the convo with Jayce, I pinged you. Uncharitably.
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[he's on to you, guy!!]
I'm told that ocean air is good for the constitution.
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Liar-liar-pants-on-fire, maybe? Just spitballing.
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What is it you want to know so badly? I told you, I was assisting someone with an errand in Aquila.
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Would it be cool if I ask Jayce for more details, or like absolutely not?
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Fine, I will.