For a moment, Steve thinks Tony's accusing him of lying about not sleeping around for the last couple years, and he's about to be offended. Then it clicks that he's actually just interested in gossip, and...well, of course he is. Come to think of it, any of Steve's friends would be, although most would stop him before he got into too much detail.
Not that he likes to get into too much detail. But it's not like he's ruining anyone's reputation at this point. They're all dead.
He shifts on his feet gingerly, physically comfortable but not sure about the turn this conversation is taking. "I, um...I'm immune to pretty much every identified human disease except the common cold. Maybe not the Zika virus. That hasn't been tested yet."
Frankly, he's highly resistant to the common cold, too.
"It's not like you're thinking, you know. I mean it probably isn't. I'm not sure what you're thinking. It wasn't glamorous nights in nice vintage hotels, anyway. It was more like suddenly having a body with no brakes. So I had to find ways to crash that wouldn't leave anyone injured. Like a runaway truck."
The particular stunt Tony's thinking about was one of the scariest goddamn things they asked Steve to do. The weight was nothing. The balancing act, and the awareness that three living, healthy human women were depending on him not to drop them? That was really hard to get over at first.
"But I couldn't risk getting anyone pregnant, either. Did you spend a lot of time on your knees backstage at community theaters eating out chorus girls in your twenties? Because that was the least of it, to be honest, but I know it's not what most people want to picture."
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Date: 2018-06-25 01:29 am (UTC)Not that he likes to get into too much detail. But it's not like he's ruining anyone's reputation at this point. They're all dead.
He shifts on his feet gingerly, physically comfortable but not sure about the turn this conversation is taking. "I, um...I'm immune to pretty much every identified human disease except the common cold. Maybe not the Zika virus. That hasn't been tested yet."
Frankly, he's highly resistant to the common cold, too.
"It's not like you're thinking, you know. I mean it probably isn't. I'm not sure what you're thinking. It wasn't glamorous nights in nice vintage hotels, anyway. It was more like suddenly having a body with no brakes. So I had to find ways to crash that wouldn't leave anyone injured. Like a runaway truck."
The particular stunt Tony's thinking about was one of the scariest goddamn things they asked Steve to do. The weight was nothing. The balancing act, and the awareness that three living, healthy human women were depending on him not to drop them? That was really hard to get over at first.
"But I couldn't risk getting anyone pregnant, either. Did you spend a lot of time on your knees backstage at community theaters eating out chorus girls in your twenties? Because that was the least of it, to be honest, but I know it's not what most people want to picture."