Oliver Stark

People like to call me the "prodigal son of Stark Industries", but that doesn't even make sense. It's more like I'm the "bastard son of Stark Industries" but whatever. I'm a Sagittarius, I enjoy motorcycles, building things with my hands, and coffee and donuts. I'm a simple person, really. [[X-Men/Avengers OC | Independent RP | Multi-fandom | OC-friendly | M!A welcome I track the tag starkthelad/stark the lad]]

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Send me 🎵 and I will put my music on shuffle.I will write a starter based on my favourite lyrics from the song it lands on.

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You know, I think now that I’ve more or less taken the reins of Stark Industries, I think we have a real leg up on the competition. I mean, we have a giant freaking ball pit.

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Oliver gasps, at first surprised and then a little worried, as the foam dart goes whizzing past someone’s face. “Whoa!” he says, putting his hands up, along with the modded Nerf Maverick he’s holding. “Sorry. Looks like you just dodged a bullet, dude.” He smiles sheepishly, embarrassed, as he lets his arms fall back to his sides. “Don’t worry, it’s just a Nerf gun! I swear I’m not actually armed with anything useful.”

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The Archer & The Geek | closed RP

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Clint hadn’t been unaware of Oliver checking him out, but then again he wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing. And because he was observant enough to realize that the younger man probably wouldn’t appreciate having the ogling pointed out, Clint left it alone. Even if he was doing a bit ogling himself (and he’d never expected to find the lean geeky type attractive).

He grinned at Oliver’s reaction; too many Americans had some weird aversion to ethnic food, and the enthusiasm was kind of cute. “Excellent.” The cart was run by an actual Greek immigrant and Clint ordered in fluent Greek and paid, then stepped aside for Oliver.

“There’s a park a couple blocks away,” he said once they had their food. “Or we can just do the stand and eat thing.” He shrugged. Oh, there was the awkwardness.

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Had Oliver known Clint had noticed, well. There would have been a lot of blushing and trying to avoid looking at Clint at all. Yeah, he wasn't really great at that whole... crushing... thing.

Oliver ordered his gyros in English, because he wasn't a well-traveled spy/assassin/superhero/whatever. Well, he was well-traveled if it involved work - it wasn't until recently that he had begun traveling overseas. Usually, though, it was just his dad trying to drag him on "family vacations," like he was trying to make up for some twenty plus years of his absence; they almost always ended badly. The father-son bonding would still take some getting used to for both of them.

Anyway, yes. Back to the discussion at hand. "The park sounds great. It'd be weird, just standing here. Eating." He held up the gyro, all wrapped in paper. In his other hand was a can of soda and a small bag of chips. "Kind of hard to eat these things one-handed, anyway."

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