Won't let me sleep; Your memories
DATE: Day 53 after this conversation
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark (ExtremisShield) and Steve Rogers [The one who isn't happy with him right now.] (rwb_hero)
STATUS: Closed // Incomplete
SUMMARY: Imagine, if you will, a school playground. Yes, one where two friends had a HUGE verbal fight. Now imagine them getting into a scuffle. If you substitute grown men, and say one of them died and came back, that is this situation, my friends. /John McCain
LOCATION: The Gardens
Tony hadn't been given much time to actually sit and think today. The situation on the ship had gone from liveable to hell, in just a few very short hours. Not only was one Steve here (whom he was still unsure what to call or address or even think about) but now the Steve he knew was here.
The body he had cried over was up and walking, and talking and he didn't know what to do or to say. He thought he had said everything he could, everything he wanted to say, but he wasn't going to say it again. It had been his way of letting go, he hadn't expected Steve to just get up and tell him it was okay, let alone that he would ever be alive again. Even if people sometimes did rise from the dead, he had never expected Steve to ever show up.
Tony made his way up from his labs, passing people left and right as he made his way to the gardens. He didn't know what to expect. He really didn't know what to think, at the moment, and shutting certain functions down wtih Extremis, trying to clear his head from the multitude of distractions, before he stepped into the gardens.
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark (ExtremisShield) and Steve Rogers [The one who isn't happy with him right now.] (rwb_hero)
STATUS: Closed // Incomplete
SUMMARY: Imagine, if you will, a school playground. Yes, one where two friends had a HUGE verbal fight. Now imagine them getting into a scuffle. If you substitute grown men, and say one of them died and came back, that is this situation, my friends. /John McCain
LOCATION: The Gardens
Tony hadn't been given much time to actually sit and think today. The situation on the ship had gone from liveable to hell, in just a few very short hours. Not only was one Steve here (whom he was still unsure what to call or address or even think about) but now the Steve he knew was here.
The body he had cried over was up and walking, and talking and he didn't know what to do or to say. He thought he had said everything he could, everything he wanted to say, but he wasn't going to say it again. It had been his way of letting go, he hadn't expected Steve to just get up and tell him it was okay, let alone that he would ever be alive again. Even if people sometimes did rise from the dead, he had never expected Steve to ever show up.
Tony made his way up from his labs, passing people left and right as he made his way to the gardens. He didn't know what to expect. He really didn't know what to think, at the moment, and shutting certain functions down wtih Extremis, trying to clear his head from the multitude of distractions, before he stepped into the gardens.