* we're a team. [ @arkreacts. ]
duality is what you make it: she keeps reminding herself ... his disposition, kindly pompous in a charming way, more or less. (she's thankful the darlings and honeys have been spared for the time being.) susan grapples for the niceties her patience had dutifully withered away. he speaks the truth, they are a team – dysfunctional and all. teeth are grinded together, an unhealthy habit, and she stifles out a seemingly tolerable sentence, though it feels like whatever higher power above her was laughing away. “ right. and for once you weren't a pain in my ass. quite a team. ” the cock of a head, the pursing of pale lips. what she would do for a minute of peace, after the lengths of that mission the pair endured. still she puts on the slightest of grins, and turns to face the iron-shrouded businessman. “ you're good at working with other people, then? i'm not quite sure that i can wholeheartedly agree with that, mr. stark. ”