Snap Decisions - for asgardhero

[starkingenuity]

Fun fact.  Turns out that you can't actually find a crazed super genius overnight.  As hard as Tony tries, bruises and a dented suit and all, he just can't.  It's a sticking point and he snaps at Bruce for no good reason at all before apologizing with a hit of scotch...and three doubles after he leaves

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[asgardhero]

The team goes out in shifts to keep the streets safe, following leads that lead them nowhere. All of this, of course, is done without Stark. Thor tries not to think about the man, certainly does not miss his sharp tongue or attitude... but each day seems to lack something. A spark in his chest that he had become used to. A flash of color in the corner of his eye while he flies

[starkingenuity]

There are times, far and few between, that Tony Stark gets caught up in an endless loop of mania. It's a characteristic of all geniuses, roller coaster rides to elation and pit falls into self destruction. The liquor helps. It cools his thoughts, lowers his stunted teenager personality back into being a moody loner, and he manages to do his best work when under the influence of too much expensive scotch and the constant bombardments of thoughts

[asgardhero]

There is the momentary shine of satisfaction when the door hisses open without the use of Mjolnir. As soon as Thor steps into the mess of the workroom, however, that brightness diminishes. He has never seen the room in such disarray. Certainly it has been strewn in metal and wiring before, scraps and parts--parts of parts--but even he could see the patterns on those occasions. A clear focal point to the madness even if it were only in the coloring of metal or physical direction of whatever build was taking place at the time. Something intrinsic to purpose. This

[starkingenuity]

The image stops flowing like liquid fire from his fingertips, through the pen, to what he was using as the recording paper and he turns his eyes slowly, very slowly towards the knee and thigh and shirt of someone that should be familiar but isn't. "I need that." His mouth sounds out the words but his voice is cracked and nearly gone. He doesn't even notice that nothing he's said is comprehensible.

It's too late now anyhow. The thoughts are gone. The images left incomplete.

Humanity will never get to experience the engine he'd been working on and Tony turns dark eyes, somber eyes back to the mess on his arm. It makes him irrationally hurt to see his effort go for nought. A swallow of absolutely nothing in his throat causes him to jerk upright and he grasps onto Thor's forearm to steady himself. At least there's recognition in his eyes this time.

"What the hell?" The rasping is almost comical. "Get out."