"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve looks down at his waist, a little perplexed by the jibe. "It holds the rest of me up; my waist is fine."
Okay, so he's basically an inverted triangle with giraffe legs, but it works.
Steve shakes his head and gives Tony a wry smile. "I'm not sure it's my place to...to speak ill of the dead."
Not that he's unaware there was conflict between Tony and Howard. It's been subtextual in their conversations, but it's been really loud subtext. The nature of it and how deep it might have run, that's the part he's not sure about. Nor is he inclined to ask.
"Look, I considered him a friend. He was a young man then, he may have changed a lot in his later years. When I knew him, the worst thing he did was flirt with Peggy right in front of me, and it was annoying, but she took it in stride so I just glared at him and walked it off. Seemed like it was just a knee-jerk reaction with him around pretty women. And Peggy was too good for him and she knew it. No offense; she was too good for me, too. But that wasn't that big a deal."
"What I really mean is, he should have left the cube alone. If anyone on the goddamn planet should have guessed what it could do, how dangerous it is, how we should have left it alone, it was him. He probably had orders. He didn't have to follow 'em."
"He was always too curious for his own good." He folds his arms over his chest, like there's something else he's thinking that he's trying to hold in.
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Date: 2018-06-20 09:04 pm (UTC)Okay, so he's basically an inverted triangle with giraffe legs, but it works.
Steve shakes his head and gives Tony a wry smile. "I'm not sure it's my place to...to speak ill of the dead."
Not that he's unaware there was conflict between Tony and Howard. It's been subtextual in their conversations, but it's been really loud subtext. The nature of it and how deep it might have run, that's the part he's not sure about. Nor is he inclined to ask.
"Look, I considered him a friend. He was a young man then, he may have changed a lot in his later years. When I knew him, the worst thing he did was flirt with Peggy right in front of me, and it was annoying, but she took it in stride so I just glared at him and walked it off. Seemed like it was just a knee-jerk reaction with him around pretty women. And Peggy was too good for him and she knew it. No offense; she was too good for me, too. But that wasn't that big a deal."
"What I really mean is, he should have left the cube alone. If anyone on the goddamn planet should have guessed what it could do, how dangerous it is, how we should have left it alone, it was him. He probably had orders. He didn't have to follow 'em."
"He was always too curious for his own good." He folds his arms over his chest, like there's something else he's thinking that he's trying to hold in.