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rawr?

Huffs, curling up the tail.

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did you know that you can have memory issues if you bottle up your emotions?

I am well aware.

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(you have fire breath and all that stuff)

Snarls, curling up uncharacteristically.

You realize how dangerous that combo is, right? I sneeze and suddenly I’m on the FBI’s 'no-fly zone'—literally.

On the bright side, at least now when someone says I’m spitting fire, they’re not just talking about my comebacks."

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any advice on how to focus on anything?

“Oh, kid—focus is just another word for ‘bribing your brain into doing one thing while ignoring the 47 others screaming for attention.’ Make it feel like a mission. Not a chore. I don’t write reports, I debrief global security threats.

Caffeine. Legally questionable amounts, preferably.

If your brain wants chaos? Fine. Give it a structured version. Flashy music, timed sprints, countdown clocks, and a promise that when you’re done, you can guiltlessly scroll memes for an hour.

Also, dopamine? Exploit it like a genius. I once finished recalibrating the Mark 42’s flight stabilizer system because I promised myself a milkshake and three uninterrupted hours in the workshop. Self-bribery works. It’s science.”

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*turns you into a dragon for a day*

Rawr.

"Okay, first of all—awesome. Second—do I get a fire-breathing upgrade or is this a ‘wise ancient protector of realms’ kind of dragon? Because if I’m not getting wings with a Stark-tech overlay and a chrome finish, we’re doing this again. Also, someone tell Steve he’s not allowed to ride me. …Actually, never mind, he’s totally allowed to ride me."

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whats it like being a genius?

It’s a bit like juggling chainsaws while doing calculus on a rollercoaster.

You see patterns everywhere. You connect dots people don’t even know exist. Your brain never really shuts up—it's always spinning with ideas, equations, questions, theories, possibilities. Every problem becomes a puzzle. Every conversation has subtext. You build entire worlds in your head while others are still finding the instructions.

But it’s also lonely sometimes. You see too far ahead. You notice what could go wrong before it does. You overthink, second-guess, spiral. People don’t always understand what you're saying—or why you're pacing the floor at 3am muttering about quantum subspace anomalies or the perfect sourdough ratio.

So, yeah. It’s exhilarating. Exhausting. A gift and a weight. And also, sometimes, you just forget where you put your coffee while you’re inventing cold fusion.

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Why are men in fictional characters soooooo...................AMAZING??! And then there's men in real life.

Chuckles.

Disappointing isn't it? We all run from our realities, most times. And that's why fiction is different. It is all that we desire.

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Good night hope you sleep well ‼️‼️🫶

Going in some time. Thank you. Good day to you too.

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ykk what,,m,mi forgiv you ok??? dotn hapen again,,,,no,nnomnnim,,,,

next timme i thjro handds thoo okok???????2?2??1

Yes, definitely. My apologies for earlier.

Gently pets.

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OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YOUR SO CUTEEEE!! AND ADORABLEEEE! AND TINY!!

Blinks.

First of all, I am 5'7". Second of all, I am neither of those things. Unfortunately, you have gotten the wrong person, it seems.

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Mr. Stark can you tell me to lock in?

Inhales deeply, putting a hand to pat their shoulder once, and giving them an intense look.

Kid, I will tell you this once, and I will be very disappointed if you do not follow. Lock the fuck in.

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Tony watched the retreat with narrowed eyes, something coiled and electric snapping under his skin. That glint Steve wore—smug, restrained, controlled—was a challenge he felt all the way in his spine. His breath hitched, but the smirk that curled at the corner of his lips was pure devilry.

“Future husband, huh?” he echoed, voice dipping into something smooth and dangerous. “You drop that like it’s not a tactical nuke.”

Tony stepped toward him, slow, casual, but his eyes burned, locked onto Steve like a guided missile. “You don’t beg? That’s cute. Really. But see—” he leaned in just enough to brush their noses together, not quite touching, just haunting— “—I invented restraint, sweetheart. And I perfected anticipation.”

He reached out and plucked the tech from Steve’s hand without looking at it, tossing it gently onto the bench without breaking eye contact. “You want to talk shop? Fine. We’ll talk shop.”

Then, with a tilt of his head and a dangerous grin, “But don’t think for a second I didn’t see you flinch when I said beg.”

Tony turned back to his worktable like it was nothing. But his hands trembled slightly, charged by the fire under his skin. Let the game begin.

“I was working on a stabilizer for the arc turbine,” he whispered, “but now I’m thinking I should redesign a throttle. Because something tells me I’m gonna need one if you keep pulling this hard to get act.”

Steve walked into the lab— Tony was too distracted to even notice him. So instead of announcing himself like usual when he got home, he walked behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He rested his chin on his shoulder. “I’m home from the store: what do you think of my proposal?”

- @thelittleguyfrombrooklyn

Tony didn’t even look up from his work as Steve’s arms wrapped around him. Steve was patient, letting Tony do his thing, and Tony could feel the warmth of Steve’s presence behind him.

When Steve’s voice rumbled in his ear, asking about the proposal, Tony's hands hesitated over his controls. His breath hitched for just a second, but he recovered quickly.

“Your proposal?” Tony repeated, finally turning his head to look at Steve with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What, you mean your 'let's spend the rest of our lives together' thing?”

“Not sure, Rogers. I’m still trying to figure out if I can live with someone who thinks they're better at this hero thing than me,” he teased, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

"Wait- is this about the- breedable thing earlier-?"

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Sighs.

You're running out of time, but no. They're old.

You did not see me sneaking out of Ira’s room, nope definitely not

@thespiderling

Blinks, looks at watch.

You have 7 minutes to explain yourself. Time's ticking.

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dramatic door opening

“Boss— I’m so bored do you have something I can do?”

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Tony jolts, having dozed off against his desk, drowsily nodding.

Just...Uhm...I- Get me files from stack 17, the second-floor documentation lobby.

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Your mustache is your mouth bangs

Nods, slowly clapping.

Really, is this what goes on in you guys' heads all day?

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You did not see me sneaking out of Ira’s room, nope definitely not

@thespiderling

Blinks, looks at watch.

You have 7 minutes to explain yourself. Time's ticking.

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Oh, look at Captain Sensitive over here. Book clubs and rom-coms? Really? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been hanging around Peggy’s old collection of heartwarming tearjerkers a little too long.

But hey, I get it. You’ve got the whole “good guy” thing down to a science. Just don’t go around trying to sell me that “lonely moral compass” routine. You and I both know you’re out here trying to convince people you’re not a walking, talking Hallmark card. Newsflash, Steve: you’re not fooling anyone.

And about the umbrella? Yeah, I’m sure it’s flying right out of your hands while you're busy being "that guy." But no worries — I’ve got the tech to keep it from really blowing away.

Oh, and for the record: I could be into a good book club, if you ever want to discuss something a little... less wholesome than whatever you’re reading these days. Just saying.

"So it's not every day someone calls himself daddy in front of me. I'm half expecting you to throw me over a knee. I'm a little disappointed the suit hasn't been pulled out. But I'm only joking. How are you doing, Tin Can?"

"Wow, Steve. Starting strong today, huh? If you wanted the suit and a spanking, you could’ve just said so. I aim to please. But hey, I’m surviving. How’s life in moral high ground land"