"Rogers, I know this is hard for you and all," Tony quipped, taking his seat at the table in front of the Mark 45. "But could you maybe try not to say anything mind-blowingly stupid for like... five minutes?"
He glanced at Steve, and then at the junkpile he called Mark 43 seated primly in one of the other chairs. He could move it, let Rogers sit there. He could.
Yep. Definitely could.
Tony shrugged and dug his hands into the innards of Mark 45.
"Also, quit with the voice. At ease, soldier, whatever the hell they say." There was barely a pause as Tony continued to speak, only the slight shift in tone to more of a mutter marking the subject change.
"Also also, it's been a year. For me." The since New York was implied. "Still can't sleep. So anything you're gonna tell me to try, I've tried."
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He glanced at Steve, and then at the junkpile he called Mark 43 seated primly in one of the other chairs. He could move it, let Rogers sit there. He could.
Yep. Definitely could.
Tony shrugged and dug his hands into the innards of Mark 45.
"Also, quit with the voice. At ease, soldier, whatever the hell they say." There was barely a pause as Tony continued to speak, only the slight shift in tone to more of a mutter marking the subject change.
"Also also, it's been a year. For me." The since New York was implied. "Still can't sleep. So anything you're gonna tell me to try, I've tried."