The Roof, Thursday Night
Sure, it was cold out. And sure, it was dark. And kinda uncomfortable come to think of it.
Tony frowned at his seat on the edge of the roof, already starting to think of a way to make the roof heated. Because that wasn't going to be a bad idea that would end with whatever he created gaining sentience and trying to kill him.
Really.
But, for now, it was sulky emo thoughtful brooding. Take that Bruce Wayne.
[[Open roof is open!]]
Tony frowned at his seat on the edge of the roof, already starting to think of a way to make the roof heated. Because that wasn't going to be a bad idea that would end with whatever he created gaining sentience and trying to kill him.
Really.
But, for now, it was sulky emo thoughtful brooding. Take that Bruce Wayne.
[[Open roof is open!]]