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Omg, Doom/Amara/Tony!
it’s done but it’s late, soo, a teaser.
Tony stares at the table once they’ve eaten. The biggest difference perhaps is this: there are three sets of everything, because this time, Doom isn’t an unexpected guest anymore. It’s still a bit jolting to think it’s all planned, not a spur of the moment decision, but Tony searches for regret and can’t find it.
Doom has a silk green suit on, soft and exquisite; Tony longs to touch it. He’s calm, composed, everything Tony isn’t at the moment, with his life going down around him and everything breaking—everything save for this.
Amara’s sitting between them, her left hand on Doom’s arm, right on Tony’s knee, and Tony wants to lean in and close the circle, and for all the way they’ve come to end up here, Tony still hasn’t touched Doom outside of a fight.