the poorly attempted joke does little in sense of calming him; it must be apparent in the way he tenses, the clench of his jaw & the way his head lifts; almost DEFIANT in display when paired with the grasp of his fingers against the fabric of his shirt. calm does not settle until stark has issued his retraction of the earlier statement, & while it is hard to trust a man he’s spent most of his life hating, he watches the elder man with curiosity; thinly concealed interest lighting pale eyes. he can tell there is mental tinkering happening; can practically SEE the cogs of the engineers mind turning.
the gesture coaxes a small; amused smirk to take place upon the speedsters features. stepping up to the spot suggested, a slight widening of his eyes showing surprise at the seemingly disembodied light. no fear was shown for FEAR had long since left the pool of things he could still feel. at least not towards a harmless light; the things done by hydra were far more terrifying & horrifying — fresh in his mind & so a mere light shining from nowhere to encase him in its soft glow was something mildly relaxing.
words spoken now gain his full attention as he blurs, returning just a second later with a chair from across the room. the back of it facing tony as pietro drops himself to straddle the cushion; arms crossing on the top of the back, chin rested on his arms. blue eyes watch the other; no longer glaring nor poised like a snake watching its victim, ready to STRIKE. his posture has long since relaxed, head tipping just slightly to listen with apparent awe & overwhelming curiosity. he will never say that he does not still resent this man, it’s been over ten years of hating him. it will not fade away easily. but the way he watches, the way he listens without a word should show well enough that he is TRYING to forget what has been ingrained into his very dna when it comes to his thoughts of tony stark.
lips turn upward at those last words, smirk now far more playful than before; head tips, platinum stained strands brushing his forehead & now falling into the line of his vision.
❛ mr. stark — if i did not know better, i would say you are thinking of me running around naked now. is very inappropriate to think in such a manner. ❜
& that is how you make an attempt at a joke.
and the cogs come full stop, as he interprets the joke. so little has he thought of pietro, the man who hates him most, that he figured such humor unlike him in his presence. he can’t help but smile a bit, the shock soon overcome by a sense of understanding. he’s spent so long despising tony, even the faintest glimmer of hope would make his day. he turns back to the holograms, gears ever so slowly beginning to turn once again. nothing could stop him from tinkering, it would seem.
he, too, relaxes, and he comes to a halt in his work. he gets up from the seat, clapping hands together so that the sound echoes for a time. he looks around the room, trying to form a plan. in order to develop, he needs tests and trials, theories and formulas-----none of which he had. yet.
“alright, all that aside, you and i need to do a bit of testing.” he rubs idle hands together, a few ideas coming to mind. “first things first, let’s get you toasty.” the implications of this word were limitless, and potentially oh so fun.
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