be careful with saying that to him, he might take you up on it and never come back. although now that he has his own suit, it might be alright, but back in the day...
i'm pretty sure his suit trumps my wings, but yeah, i don't think i'll mention it. i've gotten pretty attached to them by now.
maybe something that'd make it easier for people to hitch rides with me. kinda difficult to shoot down baddies while keeping someone from falling off, you know?
At least you appreciate them for what they're worth, not just being flashy.
You mean you don't want to just carry Cap on your back like you're a pony? I'll have to think about that one. There'd have to be an increased power source too, to make up for the increased weight and strain they'd undergo if it was prolonged.
nothing wrong with flashy, but it's just not how i roll.
and nah, man. if it's steve, that power source needs to be suped up as much as he is, especially if it's gonna be a regular thing. he's heavy. everyone else should be no problem.
sure, that'd be cool. want me to bring up some snacks? i managed to keep clint from cleaning out my fridge somehow, so i still have some leftover pizza we can heat up.
But we can fly so we're a lot cooler than he could ever be no matter what.
Nah, just pick a movie. Or show. I don't care. I can afford some new takeout, plus, I'm in the mood for Chinese if you're game. I need something salty. 🍆
it's all to lull me into a false sense of security. or laziness. either of those.
awesome. see you soon.
[It doesn't take Sam overly long to head over to Tony's lab, beer and some fancy ale that he'd bought previously to try in hand. True to his word, Jarvis greets him when he approaches from the elevator, the doors sliding open for him, the previously muffled sounds of music much louder now.
or to build you up just to knock you down. they're trying to break you, wilson.
(Lookit Tony might even taken time to clean up. THough that means putting away an empty bottle of scotch, putting on a clean shirt, and giving himself a little spritz of cologne. Ale, he can roll with that. He is lounging when Sam arrives, looking all the part of the cool cat he is on the couch that he's had moved into the lab. And he lifts his head to give him a quick grin.)
Yeah? Come on in. Chinese is on the way. I ordered everything.
[Okay, so Tony's set up down here might be more impressive than he'd actually expected, but he's not about to say that out loud. Instead, he grins, brandishing the bottles he'd brought along Tony's way.
Tony, who's apparently looking almost neat, and grinning at him in a decidedly pleased way.]
What, one of everything on the menu? [He laughs, setting the drinks down on the floor by the couch and nudges Tony so he can sit as well.] At least the leftovers won't go to waste, considering just who lives around here.
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anything you'd like to see on the wings?
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maybe something that'd make it easier for people to hitch rides with me. kinda difficult to shoot down baddies while keeping someone from falling off, you know?
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You mean you don't want to just carry Cap on your back like you're a pony? I'll have to think about that one. There'd have to be an increased power source too, to make up for the increased weight and strain they'd undergo if it was prolonged.
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and nah, man. if it's steve, that power source needs to be suped up as much as he is, especially if it's gonna be a regular thing. he's heavy. everyone else should be no problem.
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Want to come over for a movie while I work on it, so you can see it in progress?
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sure, that'd be cool. want me to bring up some snacks? i managed to keep clint from cleaning out my fridge somehow, so i still have some leftover pizza we can heat up.
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Nah, just pick a movie. Or show. I don't care. I can afford some new takeout, plus, I'm in the mood for Chinese if you're game. I need something salty. 🍆
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what time do you want me over?
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Whenever you want. JARVIS will let you in, and then we'll order. Bring alcohol.
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k, give me 30 minutes to finish up here. i'll bring some, but it probably won't be anything fancy.
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alright, i'l get to throwing together some ideas and we can work from those bases. i'm sure i'll live.
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awesome. see you soon.
[It doesn't take Sam overly long to head over to Tony's lab, beer and some fancy ale that he'd bought previously to try in hand. True to his word, Jarvis greets him when he approaches from the elevator, the doors sliding open for him, the previously muffled sounds of music much louder now.
Stepping inside, he peers around curiously.]
Yo, Tony?
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(Lookit Tony might even taken time to clean up. THough that means putting away an empty bottle of scotch, putting on a clean shirt, and giving himself a little spritz of cologne. Ale, he can roll with that. He is lounging when Sam arrives, looking all the part of the cool cat he is on the couch that he's had moved into the lab. And he lifts his head to give him a quick grin.)
Yeah? Come on in. Chinese is on the way. I ordered everything.
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Tony, who's apparently looking almost neat, and grinning at him in a decidedly pleased way.]
What, one of everything on the menu? [He laughs, setting the drinks down on the floor by the couch and nudges Tony so he can sit as well.] At least the leftovers won't go to waste, considering just who lives around here.