A Way With Words

Most of this shitass fandom: OMG protect him, he’s so badass and funny, he has daddy issues okay no wonder he’s hurting1!!! My baby!!!

Tony: *STOPS LOKI’S GENOCIDAL PLOT, READY 2 DIE FOR EVERYONE ELSE @ ALL TIMES, CONSTANTLY REMORSEFUL FOR THINGS THAT AREN’T EVEN HIS FAULT, IS A LITERAL FUCKING S U P E R H E R O*

I got Jiang Cheng.

Really-

“Hey honey.” Tony looked up from his computer and ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. “Aren’t you looking pretty? Clean up real nice, don’t you? Oh yeah just real nice. Look at you all shiny and shit.” 

His words were nearly slurring, but not because he was drunk. No, Tony just hadn’t slept in pushing thirty six– oh scratch that– forty two hours.

So he was way past exhausted and edging quickly into so-tired-I’m-just-wide- awake-and-hallucinating-things territory.

Which was a very plausible excuse for the fact that he was not only chatting up, but almost coming on to Mjolnir as she sat on the table where Thor had left her earlier. Of course Tony knew he was talking to Mjolnir, but hey, if he could talk to his bots like they understood him, he was damn sure gonna talk to a hammer that had some sort of life energy or force of it’s own.

Sorry, of her own.

So sure. Tony was chatting up the hammer.

“You wanna go to bed?” Tony asked her and then giggled to himself. “No not with me. I better take you back to Thor, he will probably get all sorts of jealous if you end up in my room. Is that weird? Do you like.. Do you have anything going on in there?” 

Tony blinked at the hammer for a minute. “That line of thinking is going to get very weird very quickly, so let’s abandon it. My god, I need to sleep. Standing here waiting for a hammer to talk back to me. Alright. Upsie-Daisy let’s get going.”

Be invited to created a set of advertising illustrations for Dior.

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