“I’m going to stink up the joint,” Tony laughs, putting ingredients together with the likely outcome. When’s the last time he’s had Indian? He can’t remember. He usually just has burgers wherever he is. Even if that means eating cow in a country where the animal is sacred.
Nothing at all is ever sacred to Tony Stark.
He drags in a recliner, his father’s but one he barely used save for when entertaining the rare guest, and plops down in it. If Banner is using his bed, he’s going to have to get comfortable somehow, right?
“I helped to draft the Accords to save the planet from me.” Hes never said the words out loud. “And you. And Cap. And Maximoff— From people that aren’t normal. From people that are okay with being vigilantes. We need oversight. Cap didn’t agree. Fine. That was never the problem. The problem was Bucky Barnes. He killed my mother. And Steve Rogers knew.”
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Nothing at all is ever sacred to Tony Stark.
He drags in a recliner, his father’s but one he barely used save for when entertaining the rare guest, and plops down in it. If Banner is using his bed, he’s going to have to get comfortable somehow, right?
“I helped to draft the Accords to save the planet from me.” Hes never said the words out loud. “And you. And Cap. And Maximoff— From people that aren’t normal. From people that are okay with being vigilantes. We need oversight. Cap didn’t agree. Fine. That was never the problem. The problem was Bucky Barnes. He killed my mother. And Steve Rogers knew.”