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Deranged in paranoia

Mar 27, 2009 00:53

DATE: We'll go with Day 57, evening.
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark (ExtreimsShield) and Norman Osborn (neverapologizes)
STATUS: Closed // Complete
SUMMARY: They're going to "talk", well, that and some SIGNALS.
LOCATION: Cabin 411

( My mind's working overtime )

†norman osborn, †tony stark

Comments 45

neverapologizes March 27 2009, 05:08:41 UTC

Again. How redundant to have this conversation again. Norman smirked very minutely to himself as he headed down the hall to his cabin after spending the day trying to make some order out of his demolished lab. Luckily he's recovered his more important projects, but the work-station itself was a wreck.

Luckily he was no rookie to having his lab attacked, either.

The only problem was Norman wasn't 100% positive he could give as good of a performance as he had last time. When Tony had 'pushed the truth' out of Norman to reveal he was 'covering for Harry', and when he's 'lost his temper.' It had been easy, almost as easy as it was to pull his punches when he'd hit him. But lately...

Norman rubbed his temple. His head was hurting. He hadn't been feeling entirely himself, had had little to no appetite the last day or two and seemed to alternate from shivering to sweating. Most likely a virus, or a cold from all the work he had been doing.

Shaking his head, he opened the door, leveling his gaze at his roommate. "Stark."

extremisshield March 27 2009, 05:21:55 UTC

Tony didn't know why, but there was something off. He just couldn't bring himself to believe Norman in the fact that he hadn't taken the serum. Sure, the punches had barely done a thing, but there was something...wrong with it. The whole scenario. The fact that Harry had been the Goblin, well, he had believed that, but the kid? There was no way.

Too many things still didn't add up, and Tony Stark never let loose ends control his perception of things. He was a visionary, and while Norman Osborn was good, he wasn't perfect. Tony watched him rub his temples outside the door. Humanity.

It was a rare sight, from all the things Tony knew about Norman, that he would reveal such a weakness, even in an empty hallway was...off.

Again.

His fists clenched, and when Norman opened the door, Tony snapped his eyes to Norman's, and frowned. "Osborn," he said coldly, not even blinking.

neverapologizes March 27 2009, 06:03:55 UTC

Tony was greeted with a simple lofted eyebrow, and Norman closed the door again before crossing the room and having a seat. Something was off, and Norman couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Somehow something had changed.

Had Norman done something to direct Tony's suspicions back onto him again? Upon brief reflection -- no. There was absolutely nowhere he could have slipped. Even little things; monitoring the subtleties in his own voice, his reaction times, his body language. He had made. No mistakes.

He folded his hands in his lap -- they felt like ice even against his own skin.

"What's on your mind?"

extremisshield March 27 2009, 06:12:53 UTC

Okay. This was weird. Norman was calm, not snapping, not even being the terse, cold man who his roommate was. (Tony perpetually felt increasingly uncomfortable around Norman Osborn, and not just because they apparently had to share the bed.) No, this was beyond bizarre. Asking him?

When did Norman Osborn ever ask anything? Especially with him? It should have been a cold 'out with it, Stark' or perhaps a sneer and silence while Osborn peered down at him from a standing position. Those would have been more appropriate responses, but no. Here he was.

Mr. Congeniality.

Tony leaned back in his chair, arms folding behind his head in a relaxed position, but the Extremis was open. He had things that would shoot out within a moment's notice, and he could probably move faster than Osborn would expect with the system, but that was on his terms, and he wasn't going to just say that to Osborn.

"What's on my mind," he said loftily, looking up at the ceiling with disinterest. He never truly took his gaze off anything, but he could ( ... )

neverapologizes March 27 2009, 08:24:38 UTC

The first couple of weeks aboard had been, for lack of another word, painful. Norman and the Tony Stark of his New York had never been on bad terms per se, decent enough to each other for business rivals anyway, but being suddenly forced to share a room with the man -- not just Tony Stark, but one who seemed convinced he knew everything about Norman's life -- had definitely tried the Osborn patience ( ... )