Watching the event unfold is almost sad. Tony props up his head a little, knowing he’s met his match this time with the alcohol consumption, and frowns stubbornly as the door is shut and Steve approaches him. He’s not upset about that, he’s going to need Steve’s help to get back to his feet and Stark reaches out to try and grip some large muscle or other for support.
“Boo. You don’t have to say no on my account. I’ve got this. I can feed myself.” Says the guy with Bambi legs. “If he’s not your type, then let me sober up a little and we can find someone who is.”
It’s a bad idea to leave the room tonight. It’s a bad idea to do anything to jeopardize tomorrow’s infiltration.
Tony can really use the sleep, too.
But it’s not in his nature to do the best thing. And it’s certainly not to stay still.
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Date: 2018-06-22 07:34 pm (UTC)“Boo. You don’t have to say no on my account. I’ve got this. I can feed myself.” Says the guy with Bambi legs. “If he’s not your type, then let me sober up a little and we can find someone who is.”
It’s a bad idea to leave the room tonight. It’s a bad idea to do anything to jeopardize tomorrow’s infiltration.
Tony can really use the sleep, too.
But it’s not in his nature to do the best thing. And it’s certainly not to stay still.