“Kinky.” Probably not his best case scenario response but he’s just gone from thinking Steve Rogers is as pure as the mountain snow to finding out he’s slept around and is poly amorous. Or had the potential to be and would have been fine with it. He’d also rather be a jackass than have to talk about Pepper right now.
She’s out there. In fact, he knows just where she is and he could easily see her and talk to her and hold her. He could be a better man to her than this six years young Tony is. He could have her— But he won’t. It’s different. It wouldn’t be right.
And why deny himself something he needs?
This whole time travel thing is really dumb and he really hates it.
“We’re not the only people that lost our families. Shit happens. Shit’s been happening to people since we huddled around camp fires. It’s time to move on. We’re going to fix this so my other self can have Pepper. And we can spring Barnes from HYDRA and give him back to your other self. We’ve got six years of future in our heads and we can do a lot of good with that. And we’ve got to keep our eyes to ourselves. Find new people to deal with our shit, right? There’s got to be other people out there like your photographer from Des Moines and a blonde that can keep me in line.”
He’s over most of the stuff on his plate and so he makes a big, dramatic show of lifting it up slowly with both hands and stare at Rogers as he dumps the whole thing in the carpet. There’s tomato gravy and finger sandwiches all over the carpet at his feet.
They can die tomorrow. Or be puffed out of existence. And he’s got a blond right here that can keep him in line.
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Date: 2018-06-25 04:56 pm (UTC)She’s out there. In fact, he knows just where she is and he could easily see her and talk to her and hold her. He could be a better man to her than this six years young Tony is. He could have her— But he won’t. It’s different. It wouldn’t be right.
And why deny himself something he needs?
This whole time travel thing is really dumb and he really hates it.
“We’re not the only people that lost our families. Shit happens. Shit’s been happening to people since we huddled around camp fires. It’s time to move on. We’re going to fix this so my other self can have Pepper. And we can spring Barnes from HYDRA and give him back to your other self. We’ve got six years of future in our heads and we can do a lot of good with that. And we’ve got to keep our eyes to ourselves. Find new people to deal with our shit, right? There’s got to be other people out there like your photographer from Des Moines and a blonde that can keep me in line.”
He’s over most of the stuff on his plate and so he makes a big, dramatic show of lifting it up slowly with both hands and stare at Rogers as he dumps the whole thing in the carpet. There’s tomato gravy and finger sandwiches all over the carpet at his feet.
They can die tomorrow. Or be puffed out of existence. And he’s got a blond right here that can keep him in line.
“Oops.”
At least he can get some eye candy.