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❝ Ｒｅａｄｙ， Ａｉｍ， Ｆｉｒｅ. ❞ ✖ #MCU-Based Tony Stark. ✖ Experienced Stark. ✖ Descriptive Rambler. ✖ #MarvelRP RT | Follow

"It's being /improved/ with coffee. It's only spoiled if you pour water into it." He huffed. xitter.cf/OktoberVedova/status/7…

"I'd imagine that would help." He shrugged. "So, with that in mind. Robocop, yay or nay?" xitter.cf/bucky_is_here/status/7…

"Well it /was/ seventy years." He commented. "But seriously, speak up. Practise makes perfect after all." xitter.cf/bucky_is_here/status/7…

|| I need more angst in my life.

He stared down at a tiny robot that was rolling around his feet, chirping loudly as it went. "I really need to stop drinking and building."

"You have a right to have an opinion, Barnes." His expression fell. "If you don't like it, say something." xitter.cf/bucky_is_here/status/7…

He hummed thoughtfully before passing the redhead the bottle. "Not feeling adventurous today, Romanoff?" xitter.cf/OktoberVedova/status/7…

« answers he could receive.

« listen?', remained unspoken, Tony having not the heart to hear the answer, pessimistically thinking of only the worst »

« regardless of his own efforts on the personal front. All other questions, most notably 'Did you miss me?' and 'Why did you »

« of the embrace finally, waiting for an answer. There was no helping or preventing the bitterness laced in his tone, »

« himself now. "Why are you here now?" He finished, a brow raising in his honest curiosity. He dropped his arms and eased out »

« time..." Tony began, without even having meant to voice his thoughts. It was, in his opinion however, too late to stop »

« found himself returning the hug despite of himself. "If dad told you not to say anything, and you didn't after all this »

« much as register it. When he did realize there were arms wrapped around him, however, old habits returned and the brunet »

« hypothesized the possibility of survival. The hug was not at first returned, Tony himself being too mentally taxed to so »

« important kept from him. There was even a bit of self-loathing, as he was the genius and self-proclaimed futurist yet never »

His mind was racing miles a minute, torn apart by years of grief and a newfound /anger/ for having had something so »

|| Online and doing replies. Finally. Seems like everything keeps getting in the way of roleplaying lately, welp. #STARKISIN