he’s not paying attention, not really, not as he should be. she knows his always active intelligent mind distracts himself from hearing what she’s saying, enough times having worked for him gained her experience in the field of catching tony in the i’ll just stand and nod act.
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drunken stupors - the words drag fuzzy, vague memories to the surface, softened around the edges with the help of intoxicants. and it’s exactly that - HELP.
alcohol has never been a problem. if anything, it’s a package deal. an expensive, private education surrounded by state-of-the-art technology, and a BEER for his eighth birthday. a shiny, polished ferrari before he could legally drive, and a bottle of wine he can’t pronounce. a business meeting in a room at the top of a skyscraper, inherited just two years after he got the degrees necessary to be a ceo - and a single-malt scotch on the rocks with strange men he didn’t make the time to get to know personally.
a million years ago, he might have lashed out. said something arrogant and emotionally distant so she wouldn’t push it any further - so she knew he was unreachable, and that she was fighting an uphill battle. but things are different now. he - hell. he loves her, and protecting her means the WORLD to him. the idea that his behavior could be hurting her, in any way... and he’s changed. extreme circumstances has forced his hand more than once into admitting he cares. convincing him to express it, to act on it, before it’s too late.
some would say it’s made him WEAK.
she’s invaded his space, now, stepping close with every word that points accusingly at him, just as her finger does. he can smell her perfume when she stands this close to him. the realization causes a muscle to jump in his jaw, and he shakes his head, raising a palm to wipe over his own lips before turning away, stepping back, unnaturally SILENT after his sharp words. in the space between words, there’s a realization that weighs heavy over the center of his chest...
his best isn’t good enough.
when he speaks again, it’s just as angry, just as loud - but his previous pause still sits in the air, the elephant in the room.
-- i think i’m allowed comfort, false or not. you really think this sort of thing matters ?? you really think it’s my liver i have to worry about ?? ”
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‘thanks for the spot to sleep.’ he’s been – sorely lacking, as of late. // @ironus
-- it’s no problem, buddy. you, uh, you think you’re gonna wanna talk about why exactly you’re on EARTH again, or am i hosting goldilocks sans-locks for an indefinite amount of time ?? ”
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★— TENSION SEEPS THROUGH THE AIR, the atmosphere becomes THICK but he KNOWS he’s here for a reason, and hubris has to be cast aside.
❛ Tony— ❜
His voice trails, though his pose is tense and the man before him has his undivided attention. He was GLAD that he called – truth be told.
❛ I said call if you need me, and I mean it. I’m not goin’ back on that– what’s the matter? ❜
the weight of the flip phone in his pocket is distracting from his train of thought. the wheels in his brain just won’t stop turning - it’s exhausting, listening to the GEARS of his head groan and whine with exhaustion. there’s too much to think about, and the presence of an ex-friend there before him, all flesh and blood, does nothing to lessen the tension in his shoulders. his voice is tentative, knowing exactly how his request will be read before rogers even responds.
-- i need you...to find a way to grant me access to the institution where barnes’s being held. ”
❝ mm, good choice. excellent choice, in fact — ❞ he motions for the barkeep; orders two of the drinks and then turns his attention back to the other. ❝ forgive me, uh, if this is too forward, but you’ve got this, really magnetizing aura around you—-do people just get drawn to you ? i’ll bet they do. ❞ a smile is thrown at him, hand going out to lightly touch his arm.
❝ i’m sorry, where are my manners—i’m andrew. i’m uh, new, here. i was hoping to find someone to uh, show me some of the sights of the city. ❞
magnetizing aura, huh ?? he supposes that could be the remnants of the actual electromagnet that used to hollow out his chest, but whoever this is - andrew - doesn’t seem to know who he is, so. it doesn’t seem intentional. nevertheless - he’s charming. the shorter of the two turns to face the other, sporting a casual lean against the bar to observe him. DARK eyes are calculative, peering intimately over him, as if they had no other company in the bar.
-- tony stark. and, uh, whew, alright, lets see...sights of the city. times square, central park, statue of liberty, my very luxurious seaside estate... i’m pretty busy though, so only the, uh...most necessary ones might take priority... time square isn’t moving anytime soon, though, so. you’ve got nothin’ to worry about. ”
NAME: mason!!
NICKNAME: some people call me mase
SIGN: gemini
HEIGHT: 5′9″
NATIONALITY: american
ORIENTATION: bisexual!
FAVOURITE FRUIT: strawberries omfg i can eat a whole package
FAVOURITE SEASON: summer or spring
FAVOURITE FLOWER(S): roses!! i have a tattoo of a rose :)c
FAVOURITE SCENT(S): rain, my gfs room, eucalyptus
FAVOURITE BOOK(S): life of pi, sula
FAVOURITE COLOUR(S): red!
FAVOURITE ANIMAL: rhinos
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: tea, then hot chocolate, then coffee. im rly picky abt my coffee bc i have a sweet tooth and i like it where its practically unrecognizable as coffee anymore...
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: i usually get 8 or 9! im depresst so i need it
CATS OR DOGS: i love both...i cant choose
NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: depends on how cold it is, but i feel like its usually two in the winter
DREAM TRIP: i want to go back to disneyworld more than anything else in my entire life
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stubborn - ha. he talks about being stubborn, as if all of this happened over some idiotic playground brawl, and not barnes’ frozen, metal fingers choking, suffocating, killing - the sentiment brings a bitter smile to lips, if it can even be called that. the expression is cold, and lifeless. it’s the sentimentality of a dead friendship tossed right before your very eyes, again. somehow, it doesn’t make it any better that the flip phone he gave you remains on your desk, exactly as you’d left it, untouched.
-- yeah, well. here we are, 'crossing paths.' you still set on going rogue for your buddy, or did you finally draw the line at, what ?? the three hundreth murder ?? i mean -- "
there’s a short stretch of silence where you feel a muscle in your jaw jump beneath skin, fingers doing their best not to clench into white-knuckled fists. frankly, you didn’t expect to be running into him, and his face drags memories forward that you’d rather bury. a metallic arm jerks to gesture at the other. the voice that emerges next is quieter, angrier, and cold.
-- i guess you being here kind of answers that little quandary, huh ?? ”
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