#trappmouth

         “You!” He physically bodies his solid weight into the accused, a hand circled tight and constricting around his own wrist as dark, nearly purple blood oozes from his palm. It’s sluggish and copious but the skin is stitching itself back together as he shoves the wound at the stranger. The good hand points at the sidewalk.          “Why do you walk on this if it’s so abrasive? You’re in danger!” He pushes, urging him off the sidewalk toward the far more dangerous road.

        “ i think he’s running a fever. “

callous, maybe veering on tempered indifference towards the dire-sounding assertation. tony was by no means a practitioner of medicine, whether holistic or properly by the book. but in any case, one needn’t BE of any credible position to determine, with some fair modicum of credence, that a child had turned ever so slightly sickly. hand still pressed over to the top of a woozy-looking zachary’s forehead, he cradles him in gentle reassurance, feeling how stubbly little fingers clutch into the lapels of his jacket. 

        “ might have to get one of the medical staff up         here for a house call. we don’t want this ramping          into a high-grade malady. “

       “ from last night. for fucks sake— “

impossible; or, that’s how he’d like to think for the situation as being. out of the realm of possibility, completely INCOMPREHENSIBLE in how it comes into fruition, even when considering the numbers that weight in on the proverbial scales. tony stark was a fastidiously careful man. as one would be, when working on an intricate science that mandated meticulous planning and the use of even more mind-bogglingly convoluted equipment. he has PRIDED HIMSELF on this degree of risk assessment and contingency planning. if there was a calamity to be had, chances are he has had a failsafe for it in mind. 

but to have that all challenged, more so when it MATTERED, was difficult to have to stomach with a veneer of notable composure. turning away for a moment in a ploy to return to his recollections of the night before, when all he could see, smell, taste, touch and hear was heugh, he sucked in a long breath. it escapes with a thin sounding hiss.

           “I think that’s a, uh... fair observation. Yeah.” The incredibly intelligent bad guys who ruined his chances of a normal childhood or young adult life, the bad guys who took so much from him he only came out of it with the bare minimum skill-sets needed to survive--- they certainly took to their exceptions. “High marks for their smarts, huh?”

i always confuse the green giant commercial with the red robin commercial and its slogan so whenever i think of the green giant i think of ‘greeeeeen giant, yum’