Half turned from him, Tony holds himself tight and steady when Steve reaches out. His adrenaline is rushing, heart still hammering in his chest. He feels tightly coiled and ready- needing to strike somewhere. Do something. He'll let that all carry him through whatever he's about to do. And that's the really important part. He knows he has to use every ounce of this to propel him into...
Whatever it is. He has no idea what a normal person is supposed to do with information like this. Just let it go? But he hasn't been normal a single day in his life. He needs to make a plan but his mind is rushing. Fury seems like a safe start, along with going over what barebones are left over in the files Steve brought-
But then there Steve is. Doing what he does best. Guiding. Coming up with the next set of moves so that he can get this done, whatever it is. However it ends. Except it's not just him. He turns a little more towards Steve, arms still crossed. He wants, almost needs, so badly to be comforted. To let himself have it. What Steve's so easily offering. Some part of him always going to be that grief-stricken sad little kid that's looking for someone's approval. That's why he bites it all back. It's weak. He can't focus on all that.
Focusing on the heat of anger should be easier. That's what he should do. "I had JARVIS comb through everything once the leaks came out. He would've brought that to my attention." Tony, who has an urgency to know things that could be relevant. He's sure this isn't a surprise to hear. He exhales a soft snort with a shake of his head. "Everyone else lied, but I built JARVIS." Therefore, the only person technically who doesn't lie to Tony is. Well. Tony. Only able to rely on himself. "If it was there he would've told me." But this almost sounds like he's trying to convince himself.
Arms still crossed, Steve in his immediate space, he finally glances upwards, not sure what's visible in his own gaze. Not that it matters. Steve, at this point, may as well know him front to back. Always calls him out on everything and then some. "Just. Next time you bring me the worst news I've heard in my life, could you bring me chocolate, or something? At least don't just sit there when I'm walking away from you." Joking and middling between trying to rekindle a fight simply because he just doesn't know what to do. And that's probably the worst thing that can happen to him.
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Whatever it is. He has no idea what a normal person is supposed to do with information like this. Just let it go? But he hasn't been normal a single day in his life. He needs to make a plan but his mind is rushing. Fury seems like a safe start, along with going over what barebones are left over in the files Steve brought-
But then there Steve is. Doing what he does best. Guiding. Coming up with the next set of moves so that he can get this done, whatever it is. However it ends. Except it's not just him. He turns a little more towards Steve, arms still crossed. He wants, almost needs, so badly to be comforted. To let himself have it. What Steve's so easily offering. Some part of him always going to be that grief-stricken sad little kid that's looking for someone's approval. That's why he bites it all back. It's weak. He can't focus on all that.
Focusing on the heat of anger should be easier. That's what he should do. "I had JARVIS comb through everything once the leaks came out. He would've brought that to my attention." Tony, who has an urgency to know things that could be relevant. He's sure this isn't a surprise to hear. He exhales a soft snort with a shake of his head. "Everyone else lied, but I built JARVIS." Therefore, the only person technically who doesn't lie to Tony is. Well. Tony. Only able to rely on himself. "If it was there he would've told me." But this almost sounds like he's trying to convince himself.
Arms still crossed, Steve in his immediate space, he finally glances upwards, not sure what's visible in his own gaze. Not that it matters. Steve, at this point, may as well know him front to back. Always calls him out on everything and then some. "Just. Next time you bring me the worst news I've heard in my life, could you bring me chocolate, or something? At least don't just sit there when I'm walking away from you." Joking and middling between trying to rekindle a fight simply because he just doesn't know what to do. And that's probably the worst thing that can happen to him.