The Park, Tuesday Morning

[imafuturist]

After a second and decidedly more private funeral in the Arctic, Tony was back on island. This time there wasn't any music to distract him, which wasn't nearly as fun. But hey, thems the breaks.

He took a seat on one of the park benches, watching the birds eye him with disdain over his lack of bread. Still oddly preferable to going back to the lab for the moment. He just needed to breathe fresh air and he could back at it. Sure.

[open because I'm mean to this sad sack of guilt]

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[fjordicswagger]

"Are you moping all over the park?"

Tamsin. Be nice.

She was coming up from behind him, anyway, so she hadn't seen his face yet.

[imafuturist]

Tony straightened up and put on a smile that would totally cover up the whole sleep deprived chic he had going. "Does that sound like me?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Yes," Tamsin said dryly.

She walked around the bench and then sat down next to him.

[imafuturist]

"Ouch," he replied, eyes on the birds. "You wound me, Tamsin."

[fjordicswagger]

"So now what stupid, implausible thing happened?" Tamsin said, rolling her eyes. "Pretend like I actually care."

[imafuturist]

"I would never," Tony admonished rather than have normal responses to emotions. "I know you better than that."

He took a nice, steadying breath, hands on his knees. "Just the usual. Fought a Nazi and an Asgardian sorceress."

[fjordicswagger]

"Together or separately?" Tamsin asked.

[imafuturist]

"Together." Where was the fun in separate? "I miss when supervillains didn't team up."

[fjordicswagger]

"I don't know, the loner types can be really obnoxious," Tamsin said, pulling a face. "But hey, you didn't break anything. Congratulations!"

[shapethecentury]

Bucky had some stale bread with him, this time. These morning walks were looking to be on their way to becoming a thing, so he'd thought he... might as well contribute something, somehow.

Even if it was small, and kinda meaningless. (Also maybe not entirely healthy for the birds, but he didn't know that.)

He wasn't too surprised to see Tony. But maybe a little. "Mr. Stark," he said, nodding.

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned despite himself. "Not this time."

[fjordicswagger]

"Take little babysteps, dude," Tamsin said sagely. "You weren't kidnapped by anything either. You're growing as a human being or whatever."

[imafuturist]

"Mr. Barnes," Tony replied, sitting back against the seat with a faint smile that was probably just autopilot.

[imafuturist]

"Excuse you, I've only been kidnapped... a few times."

Which was probably one too many for the average individual.

[fjordicswagger]

"More than twice?" Tamsin prompted.

[imafuturist]

"Less than ten." Hey, bickering was cheering him up!

[fjordicswagger]

"Too much, Stark," Tamsin told him. "Too much."

[imafuturist]

"I can't help how much people want me."

Ahahaha, oh sad and weird.

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin squinted at him. "You probably can," she said. "You're just way too you for it."

[imafuturist]

"If it helps, the last few times before the Brood ended with me blowing things up."

Which was so him.

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin pulled a face. "That's like saying you got thrown in jail five times but it's okay because you broke out thrice," she said. "Doesn't count."

[imafuturist]

"No, the last time I was in jail, someone broke me out," Tony replied with a sly grin.

[fjordicswagger]

"I'm pretty sure you still owe me dinner over that," Tamsin said.

[shapethecentury]

Yeah, it kind of looked that way. Or at least that was the feeling Bucky got, as much as he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint the reason.

He dug into the bag hanging over his shoulder. "Enjoying the morning?"

[imafuturist]

"So I do." He nodded along in agreement. "When?"