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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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.