@valorsworn *
that day and the next, he sleeps like a new parent.
he has the lab door touched up and fortified, and flecks of steveβs blood cataloged from the cracks.
itβs cold turkey on contact for the three days followingβwith steveβs goodnight remixed to the utmost capacity for pissing tony off, then guilt, then back to pissed offβso he makes it double that. why not. thereβs no immediate world-ending event to catalyze a full avengers line-up, and he can take on celebrity mingling with just natasha as arm-candy. her dress does a number on tom cruise. her green cardβs still pending.
he has j.a.r.v.i.s. forward steve scraps on ultron sightings on the net. low-scale vandalism, touchy bank accounts made transparent, government affairβextramarital and foreign-soilβleaks. nothing egregiously ambitious. he knows a perfect dead endβs a trap door waiting to be kicked down.
after an unwarranted amount of blood, sweat, and other less sentimental fluids, he finally gets a date with his ophthalmologist. he comes back boozy, tongued-up, more himself. the thing inside of him glosses over, harmonizing. thatβs on a thursdayβcoincidentally, the evening of the day he cycles to thor for the latest uniform add-ons. before him, bruce. thatβs four down, one more to go.
might as well.
workshop gear testing meet ASAP
