ᛏᛟᚾᛁ ᛋᛏᚨᚱᚲ (iron) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-02-01 23:16:00 |
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Tony touched down about seven feet away from Peggy and let the suit collapse his helmet and faceplate away. The rest of the armour he'd deal with depending on how long they stayed here or where they went next. Stark was used to a life in constant flux. He never thought too hard about how quickly things changed because that was simply what happened. Yesterday, the Avengers were a part of SHIELD. Now they weren't. A few months ago, he hadn't known what to say to Peggy, and now he imagined there was very little he'd keep from her. Maybe the neck in the hourglass of life was narrow, maybe everything that had to happen and the relationships that needed to form -- and the dragons that needed to be fought -- had to wait their turn. Maybe there was truth to the conversations that he and the other Tony Stark had had and to his ideas and maybe there wasn't. But right now, what was most important to him was what was most important to her: figuring out what the hell was going on and if SHIELD was in some kind of trouble, either doing something to stop it or getting ready for the storm that was only just beginning to flare up. |