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[agntwells]

@dick-move-bxnner ;; cont’d

        Liza sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to sort out the papers she’d picked up as Tony apologized and came to sit beside her. He looked terrible-- like he hadn’t slept in days. Listening to him try and figure this out was heartwrenching; how was she supposed to help him? Closure was one thing, but finding out the instrument of his parent’s death had been someone his father had known? Jesus... she couldn’t imagine--

        Setting the papers aside, she reached out and put a hand on his arm as he took one of hers in his other. “Tony-- when was the last time you ate? Hell-- when was the last time you slept?” Liza asked, taking a deep breath and realizing that she’d have to be strong for him, be steadfast where he couldn’t. “I know you want to go after those people who hurt your parents-- but like this? Nothing will happen when you’re like this. You have to take care of yourself first; get some food and sleep, then you can start looking into who’s really responsible.” 

        Leaning closer, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. “Come on-- I’ll warm up some leftovers, yeah?”

[strangcrdoctor]

At first he thought it was a joke. Okay - he was convinced it was a joke. Sure he’d been invited to his fair share of world-saving thank you parties, but Tony Stark usually forsook inviting him for knowing that he either wasn’t going to be able to make it, or would politely avoid it because of so-called “personal” reasons. Usually those personal reasons were avoidance or being heaving into the porcelain throne from magical back-lash.

But this time, he’d been in good health and in a good mood. Happy to oblige the apparently genuine invitation Stark had forwarded him, in spite of his better inclinations to the contrary. It was a heroes meeting, so far as he could tell, which meant that he wouldn’t be totally out of company for the entirety of the night.

Still, the look of shock the other man gave him when he walked out of the elevator in a decent coat and a nice sweater for once in his life, was very much worth getting a free beer for. “Oh come now, Stark. You invited me,” he said, offering the other man a subdued smile before he stepped out.

“Or did you bet on me not coming? Because I hate to break it to you, but I’m broke - an open bar is the best I get these days.”

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[agntwells]

I want the K

@dick-move-bxnner ;; kissy memeNeck Kiss

Creeping up on Tony was never an overly-difficult task, especially when he was distracted and working on something. A smile tugged at her lips and she slipped up behind him where he was sitting, her arms slipping around his middle as she let her chin rest on his shoulder. “Working on something important?” She asked, quirking a brow before turning her head just enough to press a kiss against Tony’s neck. “I’m not distracting you, am I?” Liza hummed, nuzzling against his jaw before pressing a few more kisses to his neck.

[agntwells]

@dick-move-bxnner​ ;; cont’d

       Liza sighed and fixed her mask before slipping her arm through Tony’s and following as he led her further into the room. “Mm... free food is a good way to get me to go somewhere-- way to hit a poor girl right in her weak spot.” She teased, glancing up at Tony with a quirked brow before glancing back around. She hadn’t realized that it would be this difficult to tell who most of the people were with those masks on.

       She turned over his question a few times before pursing her lips and nodding in the direction of the food. “Why not scope out the snacks before dancing?”

[agntwells]

"He killed my mother, Liza! That's not something I can just ignore." Tony had his suit's gauntlet in his hand and was working on it down in his lab, papers strewn across the floor and an open, half empty scotch bottle on the desk.

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        Liza watched him for a long moment before crossing the room to cap the bottle of scotch-- he didn’t need it, he needed sleep. “When would I ever, ever tell you to ignore something like that, Tony?” She asked, putting the bottle on the back corner of the desk before turning and leaning against it, arms crossed over her chest. “I could never... but I’m just trying to get you to step outside everything for a minute. Look at the files! The Russians had him completely under their thumb, totally brainwashed. Whatever had made him the same person your dad had known from the war wasn’t there. It wasn’t Barnes that killed your mom, he was the weapon. The people responsible are the ones who made him that way.”

        After another pause, she pushed away from the desk and knelt down to start cleaning up some of the papers he’d just left scattered in his wake. “I’m not telling you to forgive anyone, I just wanted to try and give you a different way of thinking about this... I dunno. I’m just trying to help, I’m sorry.”  

[kingxfmischief]

“I am sure you are pleased to see me in a cage like this, Stark,” Loki murmured, leaning his head back with a sigh. There was no reason he should be in this damned cell. He had been pardoned. And yet SHIELD had kept him locked up for nearly a week with no sign of releasing him, and not a word on what had been done to his daughter. 

              “Are you here to taunt me?”