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[compelledtoprotect]

[Well. It's certainly not the worst thing he's done. With a Loki. How the hell did Tony find out about it though? It was tempting to try and deny things, but lying just wasn't in him, not to Tony.]


I wouldn't call it that. Not what happened here anyway. Who have you been talking to?

[uninvincible]

[ ...right. As he thought. Wow. Wow, Tony. You played right into that one. ]

Straight from the weasel's mouth, as it were

[compelledtoprotect]

Loki you mean? Tony, why are you so upset? Do you want to know what happened? All you had to do was ask, I'm not going to lie to you.

[uninvincible]

Look it's been a rough time of it lately. He just knows how to push my buttons.

Don't worry your magnificently square-jawed head over it.

[compelledtoprotect]

Tony don't be an ass. Talk to me. How can I help if you wan't tell me the problem? And yes, Loki delights in pushing buttons and you shouldn't let him upset you. Look, will you join me for a drink? Something? I'm worried about you . . .

[uninvincible]

No worries, Rogers.

Drinks in hell, though. What could go wrong?

[compelledtoprotect]

With you it's impossible not to worry Tony, and we don't have to drink. We can just talk. I'd like that, if you'd just talk to me? I . . . I actually missed you all this time. I'd appreciate it if you took the time.


[Steve had learned a hell of a lot while on the island, and one of the most important things was to take what he could, when he could. And to be honest. If he didn't tell someone he cared, how were they to know? Lucas had managed to drum that into his head at least. It wasn't easy, but he forced himself to say the words anyhow. Or type them anyway.]

[uninvincible]

If we're gonna talk we're gonna drink.

[ ...And yeah, if he's gonna respond to all the other stuff, it's gonna be in person. ]

Meet you in an hour.
Gives you time to blow out those golden locks.

[compelledtoprotect]

It's not that long! It's just a little . . . shaggy . . . But I'll see you there soon. Don't stand me up Tony. I know where you sleep.


[Which was less of a threat and more of a promise. But he was aware his appearance had grown a bit . . . casual. Though he was still normally clean-shaven, he'd forgotten to trim his hair in quite some time, and it was starting to be quite obvious . . .]