#notice meme

[sparklesphobia]

Bro it would have been hilarious if this had happened with Heimerdinger just going "what are you doing here dear boy??"

[illthinkofsomethingl8r]

my glasses: *get lost*

me: *cant find my glasses because im fucking blind*

my glasses:

[forgediinfire]

"Nobody else seemed to notice."

"It's me, Rose. Did y' think I wouldn't?"

[resurrectedtonystark]

✧

[The edges of that smile, where the skin is thin and a little brittle. Tony's own mouth will make a joke about skin care. They'll share a laugh, but for a heartbeat, his concern will bleed to the surface. 

There's something going on. Something wrong. Tony doesn't know what it is, but he knows there's something looming.]

[resurrectedtonystark]

✧

[Stacker is a monolith of a man. Something cut from living stone and placed upon the Earth. Tony can't help but watch him, voraciously eating up every second and hoping for some kind of crack. Some break. Not to see the man fall, but to feel that he was human. 

He's drawn to him, to his strength and his flaws. Stacker Pentecost need not have any one thing to draw Tony's eye, because his presence alone is enough to make the room feel empty.]

[resurrectedtonystark]

✧ [flops]

[The fight in him. For all he is apple pie and American vintage, Tony sees those embers in him. Rebellion. Aggression. Steve Rogers could have been an entirely different man, given the circumstances.

And who can blame Tony for watching for that fire in his eyes, for wanting to stoke those embers until they were roaring inside of him?]

[resurrectedtonystark]

✧

[It's the little things. Cobbled together from hundreds of meetings. Things that he can be confident are real. Because part of him will always have trouble trusting her. Because sometimes he blinks and she's Natalie again, standing at the edge of his long fall to rock bottom, and he wants nothing more than to put an arm around her waist and drag her down with him.

It's the pitch of her voice. The rasp of it. The way she talks to herself when she thinks the comms aren't picking it up. The brightness of her eyes, the color in her cheeks.]

[resurrectedtonystark]

✧

[Everything. 

Who would notice less about their hero? Tony watches the door open, and he's staring at a God amongst men. A hero who is tall and broad, freckled and reddened in all the right ways. He carries constellations across his skin and oceans in his eyes, and Tony will always, always carry a torch for the only man who could ever live up to the name Hercules.]