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Reblog if you'll roleplay aggressive crimes and murders.
On or off anon, tell my character something they do not want to hear and watch them react.
Points if you make it ultra relevant to my character, you special stalkers, you!
Bruce nodded. "Okay. Okay." He said softly. "He understood having hang ups about certain things, especially like this. "I just... I need some clothes. These pants aren't doing anything for me. Then we can get you down to your garage."
There was a quiet laugh from the billionaire- It must have been due to both blood-loss and pain, " Alright,well-- When you're ready, I'll be right here. " And there was a grin; it wasn't like he could go anywhere else, because when it came down to it, he was a normal, fragile mortal- Nothing special to him other than his brain.
"You have a knife? Well, I have a gun." The billionaire stated, reaching into his pocket, as one of his guns was pointed at the young adult, to pull out another. " In fact, I have /two guns/. "
Really, Harry had a gun himself, but he didnât feel the need to let the other know that just yet. Adjusting the hold on his knife so that he was holding it between his index finger and thumb, he held it and his other hand out a bit in a âhold onâ type of gesture.
              âAlright, fine. Youâve got the upper hand at the moment, Iâll give you that. What do you want?â
             âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Youâre the one who threatened and accused me.â
Alright, that wasnât completely true. He knew Goblin did something, he just wasnât sure what. He also knew that he really had the upper hand no matter how many guns each person had. The boy king was stronger and faster than the older man- and he had to keep it this way.
             âNow are you going to leave, or will I have to force you?â
People playing dumb was one of Tony's biggest pet peeves, considering how he did prefer things to be blunt and straightforward. He did not falter in continuing to point both guns at the accused Goblin before saying.
" Alright, I'll just cut to the chase then. "
Brown orbs stared straight into the man's in front of him. " I looked into you- It wasn't that difficult- Your security systems are a bit embarassing-- Then dug through a bit of bland info until I found my evidence. "
He motioned with one hand, gun turning to the side. " And then you fried my armor. If that isn't a declaration of war, then I don't know what is. "
Bruce was at a loss for a moment, not wanting the man to put any weight on it. And of course the man had too much pride to let him carry him. âIâm calling an ambulance.â
The reaction was immediate, " No! " Pausing, he inched the angst back a little, noting that he'd practically yelled that. He cleared his throat. " No- I, uh, hate... Ambulances. ...Just... Help me up. " Being stuck in ambulances always brought back some... ... Unfriendly memories. More specifically, the day that his parents died.
My muse is dead, and your muse is visiting their grave 3 years later. My muse walks up behind yours and says "I'm sorry". How does your muse react?
Bruce sighed, moving over to the man. âYou always have to be so damn hard to get along with.â Kneeling down careful of his pants, he gently undid the bandages. âJesus Christ, Tony!â Bruce sighed, his guilt over taking his face. âIâm taking you to the doctor. Come on. Now. No whining.â
The billionaire sighed, rolling his eyes. That was the response of someone who did not intend to back down on the matter- And unless he wanted to face the wrath of Hulk a second time, it'd probably be best to just listen.
" Okay, okay, fine- Got it. In fact, I'll throw in the white flag right here and now. But there's the thing - Unless you've got a gurney stored away somewhere, I don't think I'm going anywhere. "
Translation: It was too painful to stand.
And despite the fact that the man tried to be funny, there was a hint of strain in his voice, which indicated: Pain. But he would more readily hide it than admit to it.
"You have a knife? Well, I have a gun." The billionaire stated, reaching into his pocket, as one of his guns was pointed at the young adult, to pull out another. " In fact, I have /two guns/. "
Really, Harry had a gun himself, but he didnât feel the need to let the other know that just yet. Adjusting the hold on his knife so that he was holding it between his index finger and thumb, he held it and his other hand out a bit in a âhold onâ type of gesture.
              âAlright, fine. Youâve got the upper hand at the moment, Iâll give you that. What do you want?â
" Don't play dumb with me, kid. " Tony retorted.
He had many reasons to be suspicious of this boy, and, acting on his suspicions, found out that he was correct. " I'm a technological genius- I have my ways- And now I figured out who you are -- But you already know that. " Which is probably- definitely- why all of his iron suits were fried. They were just pretty pieces of scrap metal now- Useless. At this point, he'd have to start working on them from scratch. So he really didn't have the upper-hand here:Harry did.
Well, not at this exact moment.
Tell my character that someone they love has died. See how they take it.
you can make it extra angsty by including how it was the person died.
Send a 'âș' to have my muse temporarily lose all memory of your muse.
Bruce raised an eyebrow. âOkay then. Fine. Wait until it gets really bad before you go get help. Like always. Maybe this one wonât start oozing puss like your arm did. Hopefully they wonât have to amputate it.â He rolled his eyes, speaking sarcastically.
" It isn't even that bad!" He countered.
And then, sighing, he rolled up his jeans on the wounded leg, " Fine- If you don't believe me, take a look at it. " That would entail having to take off the bandage wrap, however.
Bruce groaned, pushing himself off the floor, gripping his pants to keep them about his waist. âSorry about all of that. I⊠God, Iâve got to be more careful.â Looking at the man, his eyes widened. âShit. Your leg. You got hurt. We need to get you to a doctor.â
The billionaire just laughed. " Doctor? It's not even that bad, I'll be fine. "
Besides, he hated hospitals- That was a known fact, and you couldn't blame him. Waiting in the hospital after his parents got into a car crash, only to find that both of them had lost their lives; leaving him to a multimillion dollar company at a young and developing age? All on his own? So yeah, he hated hospitals, and he didn't plan on going into one unless absolutely necessary. They just rubbed him the wrong way.
Their infiltration and take-down of one of AIM's many bases was going smoothly, way too smoothly, almost as if...
Clad in his red and yellow iron suit, his neck arched as he scanned the entire room, until his sight fell on a system that stood high above the ground. " Check that out, Cap." He said through the sound projector of his mask, as his arm rose to point upward. A normal person would have to take the stairs-- But that was not the case for him.
He rose from his place on the ground as the jet-like nozzles in his robotic hands and feet opened up, releasing energy in a sudden burst, taking him higher and higher up into the air, before he reached the top of the stairs-- Then the output of energy lessened, slowed, and he seemed to levitate forward, before he landed safely at the top.
Analyzing the set-up, there was an array of computer screens, various switches, and flashing lights--
" Looks like a control panel, " He called out to Steve. There was a long pause as his eyes went over the various bits of information that passed through the screen, and that the machinery entailed, " And from the looks of it, it might play a hand in their release of signals, communication, " Meaning, if he took it out, it would put a big dent in their ability to fight back- But what was this setup for? Communication, yeah, computing power, yeah... But were they using this for drones, or...?
" I'm taking it out, " He said suddenly. He'd be damned if he were walking away from something like this, it went against everything he stood for, that is, if it was being used for what he assumed it was.
" Go on ahead, I'll catch up with you. "
Next time you ride with me, okay?
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