Genius Distractions|| Tony & Sharon
(@cxrter-13)
He wasn’t hiding. Sure, it’d been a couple of days since he’d left his workshop, and sure, he wasn’t answering calls--not even from his team, not even from friends, but, well that was only because thing were easier before he had a team, before he had friends, and the last time the law had been out to get him, he’d solved things with a drink and a big PR show, and that just wasn’t going to cut it this time. So Tony was working. Not hiding. Which was exactly where Sharon found him when JARVIS--that traitor--somehow let her through his No Interruption Door Locks, and she walked into the workshop three days after his arrest for murder. Tony was a lot of things--had been called a lot of things (playboy, mass murderer, weapon’s maker, war profiteer--but he hadn’t killed Lazarus, and the chances of anyone believing that were dwindling by the day. Not that he was worried, or sulking--nope. Just working. (If only he believed that.)
He looked up as Sharon entered the room. “Not interested,” he said before she could say a word. Tony didn’t know why she was here, but the point remained: he had work to do. “Too busy being a genius, revolutionizing the world into the next century. Important life saving things to do. If you’ve got a lecture, leave a voicemail so I can...” He paused to put a pair of pliers between his teeth, move a few wires around, and then grab ahold of them again. “Not listen to it.”