The smug smile on Tony’s face freezes, cracks just a little, and then is replaced with a smile that’s far less jovial. He’s not exactly sure what to do what that information. It’s not even remotely public knowledge. He’s never told anyone, not even black out drunk. He hasn’t even thought about it either since he was a too smart for his own good teenager imagining Captain America fucking chorus girls in nothing but red boots.
“I think Coulson and a younger me might have shared tastes,” Tony replies tightly, eyes narrowing, “so he probably would just be jealous that I had more trading cards than he did.” Tony doesn’t know that Coulson has the whole collection. In pristine condition. He hasn’t had to see the blood splattered on them yet.
Honestly, if this plan works, he never will. And that should be a relief to Steve.
“So you and me are besties in eight years, I develop a time machine and I send you back without any Quantum Leap references to warn me... about what? Skynet coming online?”
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“I think Coulson and a younger me might have shared tastes,” Tony replies tightly, eyes narrowing, “so he probably would just be jealous that I had more trading cards than he did.” Tony doesn’t know that Coulson has the whole collection. In pristine condition. He hasn’t had to see the blood splattered on them yet.
Honestly, if this plan works, he never will. And that should be a relief to Steve.
“So you and me are besties in eight years, I develop a time machine and I send you back without any Quantum Leap references to warn me... about what? Skynet coming online?”