Ack! I'm only new and already I'm being assaulted by the bunnies. Damn you shiny new fandom! *shakes fist*
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"Pepper's been watching that 'celebrity gossip' garbage again."
Tony paused; hands hovering over what to the casual observer would appear to be a mess of wires and circuits, but to Anthony Stark, a.k.a. The Head of Stark Industries, a.k.a., Iron Man, a.k.a., Absolute Genius, was... well, a mess of wires and circuits- yes, but one that held a potential for greatness.
"Can you believe that?" he asked aloud, scoffing at the idea himself and shaking his head before he traded the soldering iron for a pair of wire-cutters.
"I mean, she lives the gossip, the real gossip. The stuff that's not made up and shoved on the television just to give the public what they want." His face twisted in a mix of disdain and annoyance as he poked somewhat aimlessly at the electronic disaster in front of him and then risked a glance across the table.
Oh yes, he should have expected that.
"And no," he scowled at the amused expression he'd found looking back at him, "this is not me being bitter about the whole 'me-lying-about-being-Iron-Man' fiasco."
His response was met with a wide smile, a shrug, and a sceptical rise of a single blond eyebrow that Tony knew all to well meant his android would -had he given it the ability to speak- just have shot him back some sort of sharp, sarcastic retort.
"You know," he muttered, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he pointed the end of wire-cutters accusingly in 'S.T.V.''s direction, "sometimes I think you do that just to make me believe you've said something smart," and then turned his attention back to his... ugh, whatever on the table, in an attempt to ignoring the amusement practically radiating from 'S.T.V.' at that point.
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(Notes thus far: Movie-verse, because it will take me a while to track down everything I can get my greedy paws on.
S.T.V. = prononced 'S''tee''vee'. Or Stevie obviously enough. It’s only a working name at the moment. )
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"Pepper's been watching that 'celebrity gossip' garbage again."
Tony paused; hands hovering over what to the casual observer would appear to be a mess of wires and circuits, but to Anthony Stark, a.k.a. The Head of Stark Industries, a.k.a., Iron Man, a.k.a., Absolute Genius, was... well, a mess of wires and circuits- yes, but one that held a potential for greatness.
"Can you believe that?" he asked aloud, scoffing at the idea himself and shaking his head before he traded the soldering iron for a pair of wire-cutters.
"I mean, she lives the gossip, the real gossip. The stuff that's not made up and shoved on the television just to give the public what they want." His face twisted in a mix of disdain and annoyance as he poked somewhat aimlessly at the electronic disaster in front of him and then risked a glance across the table.
Oh yes, he should have expected that.
"And no," he scowled at the amused expression he'd found looking back at him, "this is not me being bitter about the whole 'me-lying-about-being-Iron-Man' fiasco."
His response was met with a wide smile, a shrug, and a sceptical rise of a single blond eyebrow that Tony knew all to well meant his android would -had he given it the ability to speak- just have shot him back some sort of sharp, sarcastic retort.
"You know," he muttered, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he pointed the end of wire-cutters accusingly in 'S.T.V.''s direction, "sometimes I think you do that just to make me believe you've said something smart," and then turned his attention back to his... ugh, whatever on the table, in an attempt to ignoring the amusement practically radiating from 'S.T.V.' at that point.
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(Notes thus far: Movie-verse, because it will take me a while to track down everything I can get my greedy paws on.
S.T.V. = prononced 'S''tee''vee'. Or Stevie obviously enough. It’s only a working name at the moment. )
This is only the beginning, and it's your fault.
Also... greetings.