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Stephen was silent as he carefully picked up the open bottle hydrogen peroxide beside him and dumped a healthy amount of Tony’s wound. Knowing it would sting like a bitch. “Sorry. Did you say something? I just heard this ringing in my ears.”
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@selfmademechanic asked: "Hello Facial Hair Bro."
Meme Random Asks /// Always Accepting
Part of him wants to laugh. Part of him wants to complain. All of him wants to roll his eyes and release a heavy sigh, the force it took to lift his eyes to the sky in his exasperation was almost enough to make a sound. But, there was a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
"Really? This again? I thought you would drop that nickname."
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"You know you're looking fantastic in that, Spangles." [For Steve] @selfmademechanic
“I thought you told me it didn’t do anything for me?” Confusing to say the very least. But, Tony could be like that times. “Still, I’m not going to question the reversal too much.”
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Though she tried to look stoic, frustration crept into the angles of her face as she bent low to the table. One hand poised to flick the paper football as the other held it in place.
More than once her eyes flickered between his hands and her projectile. Whether guaging the distance or determining he wasn't moving it was unclear. Another tension filled moment passed before finally she moved, flicking the football towards him only to cringe in frustration when it fell short.
"I would like to try again."
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"Where we going to go?"
“Can’t believe I’m saying it, to go cause some shit. I want to piss aim off more and it feels better when i do. Thought you’d like to join.”
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@selfmademechanic gets a Peter
"Mr. Stark?" it was still weird, being here, but he wandered into the workshop, focusing on the webshooter - still on his wrist - holding a small screwdriver. "Can I get a hand with something?"
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“What the hell just happened?”
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“Okay. Who signed me up for American Ninja Warrior?”
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Finding Family || closed starter for @selfmademechanic
Alina Starkova was only in America because she’d convinced the orphanage that she was able to be on her own. And they didn’t really care, because there were too many orphans in the orphanage anyways. She made her way to America, surviving on the small inheritance from her mother. She found a hostel to stay at, in a sketchy part of Queens, New York. It was cheap, and she didn’t really have a lot of possessions, so she wasn’t afraid of anything being stolen.
She spent most of her days at the library, trying to figure out how she could find her father. She didn’t want to pay for a DNA test, because they were expensive and she wasn’t making any money. After all, who wanted to hire a minor?
It took time, but she was able to make friends with some of the library frequents, and they offered to sponsor a test for her. Only, the results were nothing that she expected. At all. But her mother certainly had a sense of humour. Alina Starkova was the daughter of Anthony Stark.
Well, what better way to find him then to show up in the lobby of Avengers Tower and ask to see him.
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“This is gonna be awkward no matter what.”
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“You ever think of making power suppressors? Hear me out, okay? I’m allergic to blueberries, as in ‘I might just go into anaphylaxis and die’ allergic. So just use an epi-pen, you say? I can’t, I’m basically sudden-impact proof and if I try it will literally just break on my leg. Make a suppressor that I have control over and I can just turn it on before I stab myself in the leg and then off again afterwards. So I mean this can literally save a life. And maybe I want a tattoo at some point and again, sudden-impact proof so the needle will just break.”
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“I’m not going out in public with you on your birthday. So, I brought the wining and dining in.” Stephen said as he led Tony into the dining room of the New York Sanctum. The dining room wasn’t big, but it did hold an old and homey feeling. Silverware and glasses were already set, and there were a few bottles of wine set off to the side. Stephen had even gotten him a cake, but that was currently sitting in the fridge in the kitchen that was connected to the dining room.
“Feel free to open up the wine while I finish up cooking.” He had already finished up the garlic and herb mashed potatoes, and the asparagus was already in the oven. All he needed to do was sear the fish. “Just refrain from any smug comments. If you can.”
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@selfmademechanic gets a bday starter!
❝ Sorry, at first I was going to jump out of a cake, but they didn't finish the cake fast enough. ❞ A soft chuckle and a chagrined smile as he moves the bouquet from behind his back to offer it to Tony.
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“Hey Tony ya buzy? I made somethin!” Rei said in a sing song voice. “macarons! You would NOT believe how finicky these little buggers are... So I brought you the first surviving batch!” Rei rambled a bit, having been working on these annoying things for a while now.
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“You see, I don’t think that's funny.” Peter got that he coped with things using humor a lot, but that didn’t mean he liked the joke. “Not with the amount of times that you’ve already almost died. Most kids maybe think their Dad’s gonna die once or twice in their life. I can’t even legally buy a knife yet and I’ve thought you were dead over a dozen.”
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“Uh huh,” Deep breath, staving off his giggles. “Right, sure.”
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