‘ WHO AM I TO DENY MY FAVOURITE IRONED MAN ? ’ if he thought that joke getting old would stop her from making it, he’s clearly underestimated her power. ‘ of course i’m letting ya getcha hands on a sparrow - hell, you can even have one of mine. got loads of ‘em stocked away. you’re gonna need it anyways for gettin’ around — not that there’s anythin’ wrong with your suit, but sometimes ya just gotta go fast. ’ a pause then, teeth worrying tender cheeks as hesitance ghosts across her features.
TONY IS CAPABLE, perfectly able to take care of himself in combat ( out of combat ? she’d question his capability if she herself weren’t so poor at self - care ) but sparrows are meant as guardians’ main mode of transport for a reason. accidents happen all the time — hell, sol’s had her fair share of them ( the intentional and unintentional kind ) but she’s a guardian. five seconds and she walks away from the worst collisions without a scratch on her. tony, however, does not share the luxury of immortality.
WHAT SHE SAYS : ‘ JUST… MAKE SURE you’re wearin’ your suit when you’re on one, yeah ? whiplash is pretty intense when you gun it, an’ these things aren’t really made for, well. mortals. ’ what she means : your life is precious. i don’t want to take chances with it.
nascent enthusiasm illuminated eager expression, only to be dimmed by that trailing warning. it’s not quite condescending — how the caution lingered & whirl - pooled around that one note of finality : ‘ mortal ’ — but a frown tugged minutely on mouth’s edge, teetering at a change of mood. no matter how reputed the armor, it remained just that : armor. a carapace to shelter a weaker, more finite vessel beneath, betraying the true essence of the center by nature.
hands run across the streamlined jut of metal, calmness pervading through his palm & settling a catalytic soul. there’s a sureness to good engineering that always soothed him, where & when it really mattered. she didn’t mean it that way — the sentiment rang pious & true in him. god forbid anyone showed him an ounce of compassion, apparently ; he, so disused to it that his foremost reaction would be to rebel & snap at it.
❛ you’re no fun. ❜ eyes flicked up, brow quirked but otherwise offering no other protest. needs must at times like this : rules are all well & good to be broken, but only when you knew them, & the repercussions risked when doing so. marooned in an alien reality he hasn’t inhabited for more than a few weeks didn’t exactly make him an academic on the do’s & absolutely - fucking - do - not’s of this plane. so acquiesce he would ( reluctantly & with a pout ) . ❛ this looks like something out of star wars — which really, really makes me want to ride it. . . . so i’ll agree to your frankly ridiculous terms. ❜