Okay, but Steve's drag queen persona would be either a USO girl or a sexy nurse, never a flight attendant. He'd probably go to the USO first, since he remembers the chorus girls he worked with awfully well, even now. Red, white, and blue is still his comfort zone.
The smug look on Tony's face rubs Steve the wrong way. That's one aspect of the man's personality he's never cared for, and seeing it crop up right now makes him less comfortable with this conversation than he might have been ten minutes ago. It's also impressively insensitive for him to ask that kind of question, and Steve doesn't have to dignify it with a response.
But they're both hurting, and information--maybe a nibble of schadenfreude--might ease the pain for Stark a little. They both need one another functional. Letting himself be vulnerable for a few minutes can be strategic.
Besides, he's tired of pretending nothing gets to him.
"I was awake. Well...there was the impact, and I hit the windshield like a ton of bricks, and that knocked me out for a couple minutes. I think I probably broke some bones, too. SHIELD files said there were some repairs during the thawing process, and I remember my chest hurt. I did come to, though, as the plane was settling into the ice. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I tried to rewire the radio, but I was already losing manual dexterity in the cold, and then the water started coming in, and it started to get real dark. I guess it was going under at that point."
He's never discussed this before, and in the intervening years it has lost some of its sting, but not nearly enough. He's staring at Tony's empty glass as he talks, as if it has something to tell him. "So it was too dark to see, but all I could hear was water rushing in, and the ice grinding and crunching against the metal, and I didn't know if I was going to freeze, or drown, or get crushed first. Even if I could get the radio working, no one was ever going to find me in time, so."
He takes a deep breath, calming himself, then shrugs weakly. "I laid down on my back with the shield on my chest and just let go."
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Date: 2018-06-20 02:51 pm (UTC)The smug look on Tony's face rubs Steve the wrong way. That's one aspect of the man's personality he's never cared for, and seeing it crop up right now makes him less comfortable with this conversation than he might have been ten minutes ago. It's also impressively insensitive for him to ask that kind of question, and Steve doesn't have to dignify it with a response.
But they're both hurting, and information--maybe a nibble of schadenfreude--might ease the pain for Stark a little. They both need one another functional. Letting himself be vulnerable for a few minutes can be strategic.
Besides, he's tired of pretending nothing gets to him.
"I was awake. Well...there was the impact, and I hit the windshield like a ton of bricks, and that knocked me out for a couple minutes. I think I probably broke some bones, too. SHIELD files said there were some repairs during the thawing process, and I remember my chest hurt. I did come to, though, as the plane was settling into the ice. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I tried to rewire the radio, but I was already losing manual dexterity in the cold, and then the water started coming in, and it started to get real dark. I guess it was going under at that point."
He's never discussed this before, and in the intervening years it has lost some of its sting, but not nearly enough. He's staring at Tony's empty glass as he talks, as if it has something to tell him. "So it was too dark to see, but all I could hear was water rushing in, and the ice grinding and crunching against the metal, and I didn't know if I was going to freeze, or drown, or get crushed first. Even if I could get the radio working, no one was ever going to find me in time, so."
He takes a deep breath, calming himself, then shrugs weakly. "I laid down on my back with the shield on my chest and just let go."