TONY SMILES DREAMILY, HIS EYES FIXED ON NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, as though seeing thousand miles away. “ Gotta admit, boredom sounds fun. ” He never got a chance to get bored, not since he was old enough to do maths. Always another puzzle to solve, another invention to build, another city to save. It was a constant push forward, striving to achieve more, to do better. He hadn’t read a book for his own pleasure since… well probably since ever. Maybe if he really does move to a farm, he could start learning about the great poets and the like. Read some works of this William Shakespeare fella. “ Cap? ‘Fraid I haven’t heard from him since the bullshit letter he sent me. And before you say anything I’m not gonna go kiss his ass, not after what he pulled in Siberia. ” Tony’s mood turn sour, hand coming to rub his chest. It took Tony three days to return to New York, left abandoned and with a ruined armor. An ancient cell phone and meaningless words were not enough to get Tony to forgive Steve.
HE’S SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER. to tread carefully. especially with the rapid swerve in mood from the engineer. with a sigh, the archer lifts both hands, in a way of surrendering at that portion of the conversation. ❛ ─ i ain’t gonna. yer a big boy, tony. don’t need me to tell ya how to handle things... was just curious. ❜ he hadn’t seen steve since either, but then again, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of ANYONE for that matter ( you know, since he’d been on house arrest as a part of his peace offering ). hell, he hadn’t even dared ask about what had happened in siberia ; he just assumed that it was BAD. ❛ ... look. topic change? y’hungry or something, stark? i can always order some chinese or pizza. somethin’. ❜