#iamwarmachinedamnit

"Tony, I swear to god, if you're ignoring my calls because you are playing minesweeper again I will tell Pepper all about that night on... Oh." Carol jumped, halting her advance into the room. “Well this isn't awkward at all."

Looking absolutely mortified, Carol immediately tried to think of a way to salvage the situation. Thinking positively, it was Rhodey she had just yelled extremely private information to who of course was privy to the majority of Tony’s poor life decisions (and probably a few of hers as well). On the other hand however, they had never really spent much time together other than occasional pleasantries at various Stark and Avengers events or in the hallways of Tony’s various homes. This was not exactly the way she had envisioned they would spark conversation greater than the usual ‘how are you, nice to see you’ but when did life ever go to plan?

“Um...” Carol coughed, “I was expecting to find Tony in here, I didn’t realise you were... And he owes me and honestly it’s not what it sounded like and...”

She stopped again, realising she was just digging an even greater hole than before. Cringing inwardly, she hoped the hole she was digging would just collapse in on itself and she could just quietly die in the corner. 

You’re telling me.

Well..shucks.. [feeling an odd mix of pride and worry] I’m not gonna ask beyond that, but I’m glad that I at least went on to try and help out.

At first, I just assumed you were part of Tony's collection of reasonable people. He told me a few stories, from when you two were in college and beyond.

Daze, call me crazy but, it might help wearing your jacket closed.