They hit the tables again just after a generous breakfast, though Tony didn’t think that they would need to split up today. He’d had his fill of cards and all he really wants to do is to sit back and watch Steve work. The sheer mirth the blond has whenever he gets to flex one of the more unique aspects of himself is amusing. By the time Tony starts on his second Bloody Mary, Steve’s got all of his bets in. They just have to sit back and watch the results now.
Needless to say, buying a cheap car from the more or less economically depressed dealerships of Atlantic City with straight cash it accomplished before dusk. The one Tony picks out is red with a decent engine, but no where near the sort of vehicle he’s used to driving. It has plenty of leg room for the taller blond and space in the back for their things.
Iron Man armors might fold up pretty small even when they’re not made of nanotechnology, but there’s only so much you can do with quantum realm capable metals.
Their car doesn’t stick out at all on a side street a few blocks away from Stark Tower, though Tony had almost given up and stuck the thing in a garage when someone finally left them a spot to swing into. He might not be the world’s safest driver, but he certainly has mad parallel parking skills. New York shines line a jewel around them, people swarm the sidewalks and the stars overhead are muffled out of the visual spectrum by pollution. Still, it’s a nice night. Tony almost wants to unfold one of the suits and take it for a spin. He won’t, of course, but he enjoys seeing New York pre-burnt ruins.
He leans against the car, eyes lifted towards the tower. “Don’t have too much fun,” he reminds Steve.
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Date: 2018-08-06 05:53 pm (UTC)Needless to say, buying a cheap car from the more or less economically depressed dealerships of Atlantic City with straight cash it accomplished before dusk. The one Tony picks out is red with a decent engine, but no where near the sort of vehicle he’s used to driving. It has plenty of leg room for the taller blond and space in the back for their things.
Iron Man armors might fold up pretty small even when they’re not made of nanotechnology, but there’s only so much you can do with quantum realm capable metals.
Their car doesn’t stick out at all on a side street a few blocks away from Stark Tower, though Tony had almost given up and stuck the thing in a garage when someone finally left them a spot to swing into. He might not be the world’s safest driver, but he certainly has mad parallel parking skills. New York shines line a jewel around them, people swarm the sidewalks and the stars overhead are muffled out of the visual spectrum by pollution. Still, it’s a nice night. Tony almost wants to unfold one of the suits and take it for a spin. He won’t, of course, but he enjoys seeing New York pre-burnt ruins.
He leans against the car, eyes lifted towards the tower. “Don’t have too much fun,” he reminds Steve.