when can 𝘪 go one day without you trying to stir up trouble?
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when can i fight one of YOUR villains,
@1985peterbilt ?̲
( instantly, he’s reminded of his kids. thinks of scuffed knees, frustrated cries, hours of training and training and——— … he thinks of himself. younger, barely ten and forced to adapt to a world not his. )
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housing. ( but— ) —𝘣𝘶𝘵. i also can’t just take you in like some stray. you’re still a baby, basically. how you got here on your own is 𝑏eyond me and, quite frankly? you’re a walking liability.
you’re beautiful. ( not a reprimand, nor compliment, nor a correction. he says it like it’s a simple truth. as if the words are always ready, queued up. ) you’re beautiful and stuck with an aging 𝑡oad.
( has always had gray hairs, growing up. perks of stress stippling deep into his dna, permanent and unkind. his face care is the only thing keeping him from pruning. ——readjusts where he lays, continuing. )
"𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵." .. even still. tony can only watch in familiar slowness as aiden bolts down the stairs, eventually following after him with a much more sluggish pace. "kid, your pop’s can’t run as fast as——.."
complain and grumble with all his chest, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, but he’d want for nothing else. has had money and power and knowledge and he’d choose his son every time.
it’s 𝘧𝘢𝘳 too much energy so early into the morning. ———𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. exhaustion bleeds way for a wry, 𝑦ielding smile … he could be eighty and graying and he’d still entertain this. would still
𝘩𝘢. … hey.
⠀ GETTINHG. LIFTED ……….. "WH- 𝘸—" —𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, processing… it takes him exactly 3.57 seconds to realize that this isn’t a dream, and is in fact, reality. 𝘨𝘰𝘥.
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LIFTING @1985peterbilt over his head !̲




