Tony Stark || Iron Man (one_liner) wrote in marinanova, @ 2012-10-01 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | steve rogers, tony stark |
[Action | Closed]
[Tony fucking hates waiting.]
[Anyone who says waiting builds character can kiss his ass. Having things immediately isn't just something he's used to, it's how he functions. It's why he barricades himself in his workshop for days and nights at a stretch, unwilling to chance losing his grip on whatever inspiration led to his latest ingenuity. Why he hired the most competent and resourceful woman on the planet to handle, in part, the getting of things as soon as he wants them. Why this stupid fishbowl is the worst place in the goddamn multiverse because building the Mark VIII with these shit parts is taking an eternity.]
[And why he ultimately left a scribbled note on a torn piece of blueprint (a useless part from an old draft, Tony doesn't believe in looking backwards anyway) telling Rogers that the code to his workshop is "the day we became a team." And don't think for a second that's him being sentimental; he just needed a code the others would remember but anyone random would find impossible to guess. But the point is that whatever stupid thing Rogers had started by hunting Tony down and trying to get into some insipid discussion of their relationship or some crap wasn't going to just blow over and Tony is getting sick of thinking about it. It's not like he cares if he and Rogers are drinking buddies but they do need to be able to work together to get the hell out of here and even as much as he doesn't want to end up in a frigging therapy session, Tony knows that Rogers' tactical knowledge will be very useful to that end.]
[Which is why later, back in the workshop and coated in grease up to his elbows, he's still waiting. Of course this is the moment Rogers picks not to be the perfect Boy Scout and report immediately. Tony must've debated changing the entry code thirty thousand times, but that would only result in more waiting.]
[Tony rolls his shoulders and tries to focus despite the irritatingly quiet music that's played at a disgustingly reasonable volume. How does anyone get anything done without screaming guitars and howling lyrics and the thud of a great baseline in their throat? He knows Rogers would find some way to take Tony's usual music as a personal insult, but all of two seconds thinking about what might be a half decent compromise was enough to give him a freaking migraine because fuck if he can work to Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. JARVIS, finally up and running but on strict orders to keep his mouth shut for now (and under a Master Override since JARVIS is about as good at following orders as the man who programmed him), had finally queued up U2's The Joshua Tree, having determined algorithmically that it was one of a few selections that might appeal to Rogers and yet not make Tony have to start breaking things to relieve his boredom.]
[In another five minutes he may start anyway. Seriously Rogers, stop running useless laps around the dome or flexing your jaw or feeding sick kittens or whatever the hell and get your ass over here.]