Steve "Indiana State Hoe" Harrington (mr_mom) wrote in snapthread,
Steve snorted, nodding and letting his bangs flop over his eyes. It's better than saying what he's really thinking, which is, there's plenty wrong with me but at least I'm not totally screwy. The humor - and the cigarette, Steve's not gonna lie - help to soothe the nerves. He has to wonder if there will ever be a day when this kind of crazy shit doesn't phase him anymore; but if he's being honest, he doesn't think he'll ever get there (or, maybe he just won't live long enough).
"Yeah, not exactly my scene," Steve hooked his free thumb in his belt loop and looked back up at Tony, who seemed to take it in stride (well, given the situation, and the fact that it sounded like Tony knew exactly how Steve felt about it, having had similar experiences himself). "Fuck. Sounds like you know how batshit it can be, Jesus." And why Steve wasn't exactly keen on parallel-universe-experiences in general.
"That's - now that's nuts. I can't even - the future." He almost wanted to say he didn't believe it, that he couldn't believe it - but the proof is in Tony's hands. Steve's never in his life seen anything like that. "What - I mean - what is it like?"
"Okay. Okay." Steve took another long drag off his cigarette and tried not to freak out. He especially didn't like how even Tony didn't seem as nonchalant about the freaky house-with-doors-to-random-dimensions. "That's great. That's so totally great, I mean, what the hell?"