“Is that a fact? Maybe you should teach me sometime. I’ve been told that I don’t know how.” It’s not true. Get enough alcohol in him and he’ll relax, inwardly at least, enough to let him be able to function in more socially acceptable ways until he tips over from enough to too much and blows up his own house. Being Tony Stark requires a delicate balance of volatile substances.
Bruce himself is his own brand of volatile and with him comes its own sets of challenges that Tony has once again failed to write any sort of safety protocols for. Not that it would matter. Tony doesn’t really do safety protocols.
What he does do is tempt fate and somehow crawl out the other side.
He’s hoping fate will be kinder today than it has in the last few days. It’s been so crazy here. No wonder the residents are Sakaar are so blood thirsty. Living here might do the same to both men here.
Closer to the bed, Tony give Bruce a push to either knock him back or to get the picture that he’s supposed to go that way. He’s got no worry about finding lube at least. From what he’s learned about the guy whose home this used to be, he had a large share of stocks in it. But here’s where Tony’s patience is going to shine. He needs to do more than reach for the stuff to slick himself up. He wants to be part of Bruce’s relaxation technique too.
[So sorry for the absenteeism. We go away on vacation tomorrow (for a week) and we have been trying to get ready for that. My tagging is going to be awful until next Monday but I’ll try to get at least one or two in a day! I think we get WiFi on the plane.]
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“Is that a fact? Maybe you should teach me sometime. I’ve been told that I don’t know how.” It’s not true. Get enough alcohol in him and he’ll relax, inwardly at least, enough to let him be able to function in more socially acceptable ways until he tips over from enough to too much and blows up his own house. Being Tony Stark requires a delicate balance of volatile substances.
Bruce himself is his own brand of volatile and with him comes its own sets of challenges that Tony has once again failed to write any sort of safety protocols for. Not that it would matter. Tony doesn’t really do safety protocols.
What he does do is tempt fate and somehow crawl out the other side.
He’s hoping fate will be kinder today than it has in the last few days. It’s been so crazy here. No wonder the residents are Sakaar are so blood thirsty. Living here might do the same to both men here.
Closer to the bed, Tony give Bruce a push to either knock him back or to get the picture that he’s supposed to go that way. He’s got no worry about finding lube at least. From what he’s learned about the guy whose home this used to be, he had a large share of stocks in it. But here’s where Tony’s patience is going to shine. He needs to do more than reach for the stuff to slick himself up. He wants to be part of Bruce’s relaxation technique too.
[So sorry for the absenteeism. We go away on vacation tomorrow (for a week) and we have been trying to get ready for that. My tagging is going to be awful until next Monday but I’ll try to get at least one or two in a day! I think we get WiFi on the plane.]