Hiatus

I am currently taking a brief hiatus due to recently getting a job and school will be starting up soon. I have also had a lack of muse for Tony, recently. Because of this, I feel like I should put all threads on halt here. 

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt..."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

'I feel the need...'

'...the need for speed!'

'Tower, this is ghost rider requesting a fly by.'

'Negative, ghost rider, the pattern is full.'

'Hey ___, you big stud!'

'That's me, honey.'

'Take me to bed or lose me forever.'

'Show me the way home, honey.'

'So, lieutenant, where exactly were you?'

'Well, if you were directly above him, how could you see him?'

'Communicating. Keeping up foreign relations. You know, giving him the bird.'

'I-I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that, I'm sorry. Excuse me.'

'Whose butt did you kiss to get in here anyway?'

'The list is long but distinguished.'

'Yea, well, so is my Johnson.'

'The defense department regrets to inform you that your sons are dead because they were stupid.'

'It's classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.'

'You can be my wingman any time.'

'Bullshit, you can be mine.'

'Jesus Christ, and you think I'm reckless? When I fly, I'll have you know that my crew and my plane come first.'

'Well, I am going to finish my sentence, lieutenant. My review of your flight performance was right on.'

'I heard the best of the best were going to be back here, so uh...'

'This could be complicated. You know on the first one I crashed and burned.'

'This gives me a hard on.'

'Don't tease me.'

'How come I never heard that before?'

'And if you screw up just this much, you'll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong!'

'Listen, can I ask you a personal question?'

'Are you a good pilot?'

'I can hold my own.'

'I'm going to need a beer to put these flames out.'

'That son of a bitch cut me off!'

'That was some of the best flying I've seen to date - right up to the part where you got killed.'

'They gave you your choice of duty, son. Anything, anywhere. Do you believe that shit? Where do you think you wanna go?'

'I thought of being an instructor, sir.'

'This is what I call a target-rich environment.'

'Hell, I'd be happy to just find a girl that would talk dirty to me.'

'What are you doing? You're slowing down, you're slowing down!'

'You're gonna do what?'

'What do you wanna do? Just drop down on the tile and go for it?'

'Any of you boys seen an aircraft-carrier around here?'

'You'll pick up your RIO when you get to the ship, and if you don't, give me a call. I'll fly with you.'

'I will fire when I am goddamn good and ready! You got that?'

'The plaque for the alternates is down in the ladies room.'

'You fly jets long enough, something like this happens.'

'I can see it's dangerous for you, but if the government trusts me, maybe you could.'

'It takes a lot more than just fancy flying.'

'Bullshit ten minutes! This thing will be over in two minutes! Get on it!'

'You're not going to be happy unless you're going Mach 2 with your hair on fire.'

'You don't have time to think up there. If you think, you're dead.'

'That's pretty arrogant, considering the company you're in.'

'Let me ask you something. If you had to go into battle, would you want him with you?'

'What do you mean, "it doesn't look good"? It doesn't get to look any better than that.'

'Great balls of fire!'

'It's only been a few days.'

'You know, he just might not make it back.'

“You seen my sketchpad around here?” Stark asked, opening drawers and lifting files from around the lab. The place was an absolute mess to begin with, he was starting to wonder if he had really misplaced it. “Can’t find the damn thing anywhere.” 

Finally, his eyes moved to meet hers.