[The moment is brief. But with Clint's hands on him, he can feel it. But. The moment passes. Tony lets himself get led. Sits. Breathes. Promises he's fine, which Clint pointedly ignores until he actually seems fine. Clint does not leave his side until that point.]
Pretty sure you could've gotten other people to help. I can't be the only one that's got taser fingers. [...Oh god, is he the only one right now with taser fingers?] But it's for Nat's sake, so. [He gives a little smirk, shake of his head, before he stands and makes to get this bitch a glass of water, god damn.] I'll only hang up on you if you're being truly an asshole.
Sssso... [ That damn stupid tongue of his. ] Always? You'll always hang up on me? [ He calls behind him with a weak laugh while Clint brings him that glass. But he knows, this time, he had an automatic in considering this was all to help out Natasha; no matter what an asshole he acted like, Clint would never say no to that.
Tony takes the glass eagerly, drinks down some water greedily, tamps down the needless urge to smash it on the ground and cut- He exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and gingerly puts the glass down on the table before he runs hands through his hair. ...Or tries to, he bumps into the horns pretty quickly with a soft, frustrated groan. Not even allowed to be stressed the normal way anymore, fuck. Tony lets himself fall quiet. The magic ink in his tattooed arc reactor thrums not unlike the real one used to; a meditative, familiar feeling. ]
We're good. [ He says it about a few things: His magical electricity experiment, their weird shared delusion, and whatever happens here next. ] Thanks for your help.
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Pretty sure you could've gotten other people to help. I can't be the only one that's got taser fingers. [...Oh god, is he the only one right now with taser fingers?] But it's for Nat's sake, so. [He gives a little smirk, shake of his head, before he stands and makes to get this bitch a glass of water, god damn.] I'll only hang up on you if you're being truly an asshole.
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Tony takes the glass eagerly, drinks down some water greedily, tamps down the needless urge to smash it on the ground and cut- He exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and gingerly puts the glass down on the table before he runs hands through his hair. ...Or tries to, he bumps into the horns pretty quickly with a soft, frustrated groan. Not even allowed to be stressed the normal way anymore, fuck. Tony lets himself fall quiet. The magic ink in his tattooed arc reactor thrums not unlike the real one used to; a meditative, familiar feeling. ]
We're good. [ He says it about a few things: His magical electricity experiment, their weird shared delusion, and whatever happens here next. ] Thanks for your help.