May 28, 2015
soviettrumpeter
So, when are you gonna let me poke at that HYDRA monstrosity?
[ He is, of course, talking about the arm. To be fair, Barnes should be proud that he’d held out this long. Like dangling a steak in front of a lion, really. ]
- I mean that in the most loving way possible. Take a seat, I hurt less than the dentist. Plus, there’s a box of donuts around here somewhere.
[ He's wary, of course - not pinned cat level wary, but still, the guy's done stuff and things, but Steve seems to trust him enough, and who is Tony to argue?
Okay, he'd argued, and loudly, but push came to shove, and he'd apparently passed the won't-murder-us-in-our-sleep-test with Steve, so here Tony was. With peace offerings. What a world. ]