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IT HAD BEEN HIS WISH for a more perfect timing. Yet, that was the thing about time. No one ever truly had a grasp of it. Couldn’t bend it to their will; rewind, reset. It was what it was, as was now. Late. Fashionably so, he could joke. Not that Bruce felt much like joking these days. Nevertheless, it was by days. Could have been worse, he knew ---- considering the COUNTLESS BIRTHDAYS he must have missed, by now. The price he paid for the night. Tonight would be the first he’d seen Tony, in the flesh, in some time. Another regret. He’s got plenty. Perhaps, it’s his hope, that he’ll manage to mend some of the cracks between them; the fracture that occurred between them.
So of course, it’s what led him to New York City. Furthermore, STARK TOWER that gleamed fascinatingly high among everything else. Cutting edge, classy ------ every bit Tony’s. Bothering to call, to announce himself simply wasn’t his style. Take a Lamborghini through to the streets, and simply show up was precisely what happened. No troubles letting himself in, though he thinks he should personally thank Ms. Potts for that later. Instead, it’s a casual stroll from there on out ------ at least until he’s FOUND HIM.
Peering up at the level above, catching a glimpse of a familiar face. A world of history, MEMORIES, trickling back until he’s practically near a smile.
❛ I’m a LITTLE LATE, if i recall correctly, ❜ he voiced, hands tucked neatly into Armani pockets. ❛ Sorry about that. It’s been awhile, old friend. ❜
❛ --------- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Tony. ❜