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89 pages, ebook
First published April 20, 2012
He was bad at all kinds of responsibility, but he hated bringing that up. Steve got that pinched, unhappy look on his face that Tony never knew how to deal with. Most of the time he either threw something more broken than himself in Steve's path and ran, or just offered to buy the Dodgers again.And to think I use to not ship Stony...
“Hey, it's a toaster!”
“What?” Steve asked.
“Nothing, never mind, no problems here, why the hell did I think I needed plutonium isotopes on a toaster, really, even for me, that's overkill, so much more subtle to just go with a more stable electron pulse and the result's the same and no one likes radioactive toast.” He pointed a screwdriver in Steve's direction. “No one.”
He had a very bad feeling that the remainder of his day was going to be spent trying to convince himself that being hugged by Steve wasn't exactly what he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing.
“It's coffee time, Pepper. The most sacred twelve times of the day.”
“There needs to be a basic course at all university level science majors that includes basic advice like, 'So they all said you were mad: turning yourself into a monster will just prove them right, so go get a beer and calm the fuck down,' and 'It's really hard to get grants when you're eating your lab assistants or cackling manically: maybe you should just focus on a different discipline now.'”
“Yeeeeeeees?” Tony asked, one foot hovering, ready to make a break down the stairs, not that the workshop was secure anymore because it was missing a goddamn wall, thanks a lot, Captain America, actually, now that he thought about it, that was kinda hot, and was Coulson still talking?