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waves. anyone still follow me here ?

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i’ll be back to do replies tomorrow. if you want a starter just hmu with an IM or an ask or w/e. 

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it’s so good to be back

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❝ what kind of pants are you after? sweat pants? ❞ he’s already rummaging through his drawers, looking for some sensibly small trousers. she has such a tiny waist line that he’s not sure if any of them will fit. but wait! he has a belt. he has hundreds of belts. he could tighten a belt around them and that would make them stay up. grabbing a pair of sweat pants, tony reaches over for a belt.

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Natasha gives him a strange look. A part of her wonders if this is the same man who has been driving her crazy day after day. Barely a week before this assignment, Fury and Hill had both told her that she needed to… ‘work on’ her patience with others but this was never what she’d had in mind. But right now he’s not nearly as insufferable. Only nearly, however, because he’s right and Natasha isn’t sure how to feel about that.

                “It’s not exactly glamorous but it’s a job,” she replies. “And I’m good at my job. It’s as simple as that.”

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      The fact that she avoids the questions tells him all he needs to know, really. He suspects that the job she has means that friends aren’t something you can easily come by - especially when you’re a spy for a super secret organisation. Once his glass is empty, he refills it along with hers before putting the bottle away in the cupboard where it belongs. Feet come back up to rest on the desk and he narrows his eyes slightly. 

                 ❝ that didn’t answer my question, natasha. don’t change the subject. ❞

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“Tony?”

Jim had gotten a simple email – come to the tower – and didn’t need much more motivation than that. He grabbed his overnight bag and went there straight away, being let in by JARVIS and his usual, chipper greeting. Hello Mister Kirk. Mister Stark is waiting for you.

“Tony, where are you? What’d you wanna show me?”

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“In here-” 

It sounds a little muffled because there’s an object in his mouth. It’s about the length of a pen and around the size of one - but it has a light coming from the end. He’s wearing his safety goggles, hands fumbling around a little. Reaching out for the second pair of goggles, he holds them behind his back for Jim to take.

“I need your opinion on this. I’m making a new prototype of hearing aids. Less visible, less need for cleaning - better for hearing.”

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she had announced herself when she walked into the dorm, but apparently tony was absorbed in whatever he was doing–by the looks of the textbook it was some sort of homework. rayne stepped closer and closer, a box of pastries held carefully in her hand. normally tony had snatched the box before she had even closed the door behind her, but not this time. this time she was able to walk right up to him before he even noticed she was there, and his jump pulled a quiet chuckle from her.

❝i walked in and said ❛i’m back.❜ it’s not my fault you’re making goo-goo eyes at your textbook and didn’t hear me. i brought pastries.❞

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setting his pen down, tony folded the edge of the page down to bookmark where he was at before closing it, pushing it to the side. his shoulders are slumped and his hair is a mess. he’s been there for hours, focusing, studying - working. if he doesn’t get good grades, his father will be disappointed in him and that’s the last thing he needs right now. school is hard enough without his father on his back, lecturing him about the importance of a good education. like he doesn’t already know. brows pull together and he turns his head, hand digging into the box of pastries to pull out a small one.

picking it apart slowly, he threw a small part into his mouth, breathing through his nose rather loudly. ❝ it’s just homework eating up all my free time. i haven’t seen the sun in at least a week. i’ve barely been able to hang out with you. it sucks. ❞

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                “I’d like to see you try.” And he certainly would—Natasha did not doubt it—assuming they ever see each other again after all of this. Then Natasha shrugs. “I just would have thought you’d want to get rid of the spy in your midst. It’s not often that I get to drop my cover but when I do, that’s usually how it goes. And you don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to figures of government authority.” 

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      ❝ Maybe one day, who knows... ❞ it trails off into a comfortable silence until Natasha speaks again and he swills the alcohol in his glass around, creating a small ‘ploosh’ sound against the glass at it hits. Of course he understands her reasoning, once her cover was dropped and Tony came to the realisation that she didn’t actually work for legal - anyone in their right mind would want her to get gone. Tony isn’t in his right mind half the time. ❝ I assume that being a spy leads to a very lonely lifestyle. Authority figures aren’t my favourite kind of people, correct - but right now, I don’t see you as that. I see you as someone who could maybe use a friend every once in a while. ❞ He’s good at reading people, at the very least.

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                “Everyone thinks something about me. Whether or not it’s true… well, you’ll never really know, will you?” Natasha leans forward to accept the drink with a soft word of thanks before leaning back again with an eyebrow raised. This is all incredibly… casual. “I didn’t think that you’d be interested. The sooner I’m back at S.H.I.E.L.D. the better or something like that?”

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          ❝ While that’s definitely true, I don’t know what I think about you. I’m sure with enough practise, I could figure out whether you were lying or not. ❞ Although that’s a very unsure thing to say, because she’s a practised liar, she’s lied to his face for months and he was none the wiser. ❝ I’m interested. Let me tell you that. ❞ A brow raised as he knocked back the majority of his drink. ❝ Right... and why is that? ❞

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                “Well, that depends on how long and how annoying the day was.” And there have been a lot of those lately. Stark would know that, of course, if he weren’t the source of most of them. “I can’t say I mind a drink but otherwise… I’m not really all that complicated.”

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              With that confirmation, he reaches for another glass and sets it down in front of her. Pouring some whiskey into that glass, he slides it a little closer to her. Putting the lid back onto the bottle, Tony sat down at his chair with feet up on the desk, folded at the ankle as he takes a sip of his drink. ❝ I would have thought that someone like yourself would be a tad more complicated. ❞

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                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

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       ❝ what does someone like yourself do to unwind at the end of a long, annoying day? ❞ as he asks the question, he’s grabbing a small glass and a large bottle of unopened whiskey. with a ‘ pop ’, the bottle is open and he’s pouring out half a glass of whiskey for himself. ❝ do you drink? or is it something more complicated? ❞

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     ❝ givemeaminute - ❞ the words are muffled by his shirt, which has been in his mouth for around five minutes. he’s been staring at the computer monitor that’s informed him of just how toxic his blood is right now due to the arc reactor sitting in his chest. the one thing saving his life is ironically killing him at the same time. dropping his shirt, his gaze rises to the person stood in the door. ❝ okay one: who are you and two: how did you get down here? is happy up there? i’m going to have some real stern words with that man. ❞

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         with pen in hand, tony taps the lid against his cheek multiple times whilst making a humming sound. the lid then settles on his lower lip, teeth digging into previously made indentations. he’s working entirely too hard on his homework, so much so that he’s forgotten to eat ( the dead giveaway: his stomach has been growling for the last half hour ) and he can’t remember when he had a glass of water ( for the record: around four hours ago ). he’s far too enticed to even notice rayne come into the dorm room until she’s sat right up next to him, which of course makes him jump out of his skin. ❝ oh my -- ! christ, ray. warn me next time. ❞

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wishlist. ‘we’re undercover for a mission pretending to be a newly-wed couple and they’re keeping a close eye on us 24/7. i’m even pretty sure they got cameras in our bedroom, so we need to pretend to cuddle up and have sex at night but i’m actually really liking this, you’re really warm and omg i’m actually getting turned on by your fake moaning, help.’