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hello everyone! as my follower count continues to rise on this blog i figured it was time to officially announce that this blog is retired. i have moved! if you’d like to write with me still, you are welcome to write with me over here. that is all. (:
I’M SORRY, TONY. BUT HE’S MY FRIEND. S O W A S I.
“Everyone has a story, and the story changes, and the more I can root into the truth of things — it’s so hard — I don’t think anyone ever really puts it all together. But somewhere along the way it all became fused.”
ɪᴅ : OSBORN, HAROLD.
the question managed to garnish a smile out of him, however faint it may have been. it was rare that people ever just joked with the child, the heir always being treated like the adult he was far from being. it was something he always assumed to be the norm, however. after all, he was destined to take over his father’s company some day. behaving like a typical child just wasn’t something he could afford. ❝ i wanted to… show you something. if you have a minute. ❞ nevertheless, the youngest osborn didn’t hesitate to unroll a sheet of blueprints despite not giving the man enough time to even answer. there was a sense of nervousness that he admittedly couldn’t recall ever feeling before anyone else, but it appeared as though keeping his cool in front of tony stark was difficult even for harry. which was really saying something when the blond had a tendency of commanding those around him to do his bidding even at the age of nine. ❝ see, i came up with this design - my friend - ❞
he paused then, opting against going into detail. it wasn’t exactly anyone else’s business after all. ❝ he lives in queens. so i came up with this… security system. ❞ peter never exactly admitted to it, but he could tell his friend was scared there without his parents. that factor alone was probably more frightening for the young boy than his actual neighborhood and while harry couldn’t physically protect him and the woman who was the closest thing to a mother figure he’d ever had, he had the brains to at least design something that could. all he needed was someone to bring his visions to life and who better to do so than stark?
❝ oh, so this is a sales pitch ? ❞
dark eyes glanced to the gleaming watchface that sat nested just below the lump of his ulna. he didn’t have a minute. he rarely did, but instead lofted a rather thoughtless shrug in response to the boy’s inquiry. Tony’s knowledge of children was extended only from his own youth and the patchworked tidbits he heard in conversation amidst his peers, most of whom had already settled with a handful of their own. the incessant reminders of his father’s legacy sat, acidic and unpleasant, in the back of his throat to remind Tony of the grave consequences of parental shortcomings. brilliance didn’t equate to excellence in every avenue, and Tony preferred to steer clear of another generation of bitter Stark children who despised their fathers. even so, he wasn’t opposed to treating with those of others, especially when they gazed at him with such potent adoration.
❝ let’s take a look here. ❞ Tony eased himself down, weight lent onto the balls of his feet as his legs folded beneath him to crouch at the child’s approximate height. he gestured forward, craning his neck to see the web of thin lines drawn out over the crude blueprint of a house. it seemed intricate, considering a boy as young as Harry appeared to be, and Tony didn’t bother smothering the proud smile that twisted faintly onto his mouth in its wake.
❝ this looks pretty complicated, want to explain the specs to me ? ❞
ɪᴅ : FRIGGAJARSON, LOKI.
he really can’t resist an opening like that.
fingers press solidly against the panels that light up, their blue grow wholly anachronistical to the surrounding structure, Loki laughs. there’s an accompanying tune from the sceens - he’d thought there might be. splendid. words curl on his tongue, then, his curved form still intent on the panels even as he speaks, idle, as if they are friends.
❝ your opinion on me has changed, I see. I’d no idea we’d become so close. ❞
a mockery, of course, of JARVIS’ words.
&& even while he derides Tony and makes himself known, he filters the information displayed on the screens to what he needs ( maps of the complex, and other pertinent files ). curious, that Tony Stark would be here too, ( potentially a concern ). no matter if they’re after the same treasure - the man appears to be here alone.
Loki smiles, bland, contrasting the warmth of his laughter. - he’s found exactly what he needs; his measured step is quick, echoing sharply. a single step is all it takes, his goal the area just to the side of the screens. best to disable them permanently now that he’s seen the information. best to stay ahead of his new opponent in this unexpected game.
the languid swing of his muscle strung TAUT in an instant, like water stiffening to ice beneath winter’s bony finger. it was the same languid tenor that had lived only in Tony’s night terrors for the past three years—— familiar yet crippling all at once. the laughter skated down his spine like a ghoul, sending tremors out through his fingertips before Tony balled them to FISTS and swung in place to find him.
Loki appeared wholly unchanged from the last time they’d been face to face, with chains bound to his wrists and a muzzle fitted over his treasonous mouth. Tony recalled the pride that ballooned in his chest that afternoon at the sight of him, glowering in his defeat as he was toted off to face judgement. though perhaps the Asgardian prisons weren’t as RUTHLESS as Tony had expected them to be, much to his disappointment.
❝ it’s recently been scientifically proven that absence truly does makes the heart grow fonder. ❞ he replied dryly, the sour smile wrinkling at the corners of his mouth as he lessened the distance between them with a series of long strides. despite the outcome of their most recent dispute, ( being thrown from a skyscraper IS exhilarating… ), Tony stood proud and resilient in his path, the sneer curled faintly at his upper lip.
❝ you’re stupider than i thought if you think you’re getting away that easily ❞
ɪᴅ : SHARPE, BRANDON.
❝ i’m not gonna bow down or anything, but y’know, you’re totally allowed to imagine me doing it. ❞
❝ NAH, I’ll let you keep your dignity. ❞
tony stark in aou
ship tag drop !
ɪᴅ : WILSON, SAMUEL.
you look like you’re about to belt out a medley of whitney houston songs.
❝ i just might, gotta’ problem with that ? ❞
Let her be everything because she is everything. (x)
dude forget teacher/student relationships what about a teacher/teacher relationship where muse a is a math teacher and muse b is the cute new art teacher and they sort of strike up a conversation the day before the first day of school like “haha, good like controlling these hormonal teenagers” and they become like awkward friends who always run in to each other in the teacher’s lounge or always go to each other’s rooms for extra copy paper even though they’re fucking across the school from each other and all the students ship it and lmao help
ɪᴅ : NAUX, UNA.
“Nothing so exciting, but I think I might have to go and gamble with the stocks now. Actually, I got a bit caught up in the 1960s. I thought I found a lead on my men, but unfortunately they were nowhere to be found. I did, however, run into someone who was quite possibly a distant descendant of mine, so that was rather awkward. As you’re well aware, time travel is not incredibly precise, so I tried to return closest to the date I left and ended up…here. Well, but a few months really isn’t much at all, is it? Minutes, really. And I trust you’ve been well?”
❝ more or less. things have been delightfully unpredictable, as usual. nearly killed humanity, managed to save it in the end, but all the internal politics of the time between isn’t PARTICULARLY worth rehashing. are you ready to get back to work, or do you need sick day to make up for the JET LAG ? ❞
ɪᴅ : SHARPE, BRANDON.
❝ is that the lesson of the day? ❞
❝ one of many. you should be grateful. ❞
❝ happiness is subjective. ❞
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