"Well, this was fun," I say brightly, flashing the party a bright smile. In spite of the assessment, though, I move to grab Tony by the shoulder, probably not half as hard as Steve's grabbing Bucky's, but hopefully enough to get his attention. Particularly in regards to the whole we should probably leave while you still have a recognizable face issue. While I try to give Cap Jr. a scathing glare of my own, though, his focus isn't on us at all, instead fixed squarely on Steve.
I don't envy the guy. It's not a look I'd like to be on the receiving end of.
"But, uh, maybe we should be getting to class, huh? Much as I appreciate the refresher course for Superhero Misunderstanding Fight 101 -- seriously, brings me right back, there's a nostalgic tear in my eye -- I'd rather go learn something useful."
"What misunderstanding?" asks Bucky, shaking off Cap, but not coming any closer. "Your friend's an ass
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"When I'm not what, Peter?" I ask, turning to face the pair now that Bucky's reigned himself in. I am neither impressed nor amused by this turn of events and I don't know with whom I'm less so. Ultimately, they're all just being themselves, and it strikes me again as a miracle the Avengers ever worked.
"First off," I say, my voice hard, taking a tone I've had very little occasion for since arriving on the island, "for the record, James Barnes is Captain America. Not just because of the timing of our arrivals, but because I asked him to be. And second off, Peter's right, Tony, you're smarter- than almost anyone- but there's one lesson you've either written off or failed to learn entirely." I stop a few feet in front of Tony and Peter, the tension of the moment written in my frame but none of the violence
( ... )
Tony paused, frowning back at him, then turned and continued in the direction Peter was yanking him along in, saying, in lieu of a considered response, "...when technology breaks down? I thought he was familiar with my work."
He saw where that was going. He got the idea presented. He just didn't deal well with the inspirational speech bit, it wasn't really his bag.
I barely get myself between the two men, hand anchored on Bucky's shoulder and my forearm across his chest.
"Bucky- Bucky. It's not worth it," I tell him, doing my damnedest to intercept his glare.
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"It probably isn't," Tony agreed, "That was alarmingly fast for an attempt to... punch out a man going about his own business. No, I'm impressed."
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I don't envy the guy. It's not a look I'd like to be on the receiving end of.
"But, uh, maybe we should be getting to class, huh? Much as I appreciate the refresher course for Superhero Misunderstanding Fight 101 -- seriously, brings me right back, there's a nostalgic tear in my eye -- I'd rather go learn something useful."
"What misunderstanding?" asks Bucky, shaking off Cap, but not coming any closer. "Your friend's an ass ( ... )
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"First off," I say, my voice hard, taking a tone I've had very little occasion for since arriving on the island, "for the record, James Barnes is Captain America. Not just because of the timing of our arrivals, but because I asked him to be. And second off, Peter's right, Tony, you're smarter- than almost anyone- but there's one lesson you've either written off or failed to learn entirely." I stop a few feet in front of Tony and Peter, the tension of the moment written in my frame but none of the violence ( ... )
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He saw where that was going. He got the idea presented. He just didn't deal well with the inspirational speech bit, it wasn't really his bag.
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From behind me, I just hear Thor laugh to himself.
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