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"The Aston Martin I was working on," Tony said, frowning. It wasn't that he blamed Bruce for what the Hulk did, he was just very unhappy that the car he had been so painstakingly restoring had been destroyed. "I almost had it ready to go on the road, too. In other news, the Other Guy seems to have made friends with DUM-E." He wasn't sure how to feel about that one. He sure as hell wasn't about to set up any play dates for his robot and the Hulk.

My Kingdom for Some Pants

#muchmorethangreen #my kingdom for some pants

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"Pepper… I need more than two. And you can’t take away every source of caffeine I have access to. I could just get that new SHIELD intern to get me coffee. You know what, maybe I'll just get her to get me Red Bull."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog #I'm not really sure he is #probably #but who knows

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"One Red Bull, or one case of Red Bull. Because I at least need a case. A four pack at the very least. That'll last me about a day."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog #His body has adapted to run on caffiene and scotch

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Tony had, thankfully, been able to get into one of his suits before the Hulk had smashed his way through the lab doors. Which meant he could fly out of the Other Guy's reach and just wait there until Bruce was back. What couldn't fly out of the Hulk's reach was the vintage Aston Martin Tony had been so carefully restoring. He made a sound of distress as his beautiful car was destroyed. "Okay, okay! No poking! Just leave the car!" he called, but it was too late. Maybe he'd be able to salvage it, but he really wasn't sure at this point. It looked like it had been pretty thoroughly smashed.

Tony made another distressed noise as the Hulk made his way over to DUM-E. The robot was a pain in his ass sometimes, but he'd build it and he didn't want to have to see it smashed. Luckily, the Hulk apparently took a shine to the robotic arm, a sentiment that DUM-E seemed to return, if it's little noises were any indication.

As soon as the Other Guy had taken his leave and it was just Bruce on the floor, Tony landed and extracted himself from the suit. "You okay over there, Bruce?" he asked, walking over and sitting down on the floor next to his friend. "You smashed up my car. I expect help with either finding a new one or salvaging this one."

My Kingdom for Some Pants

The Other Guy roared and lunged at Tony, missing him and landing on a car. It was not just any car but a beautiful Aston Martin. “NO POKE HULK” he raged as he proceed to smash the vehicle. The Other Guy leaned in and sniffed the remains, growling his victory. He clambered onto his feet and espied another machine. Hulk lumbered over to DUM-E and patted its head. “Hulk like this one.” He shrugged his massive shoulders and grunted. “Metal Man leave Hulk alone.” His broad back rippled, shrinking, a fluid grace in the transformation from monster to man. Before long, where the enormous creature stood, a small naked man lay. Bruce took a deep breath and coughed into the floor.

#muchmorethangreen #my kingdom for some pants

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"Yes, I realize this, but if I ask JARVIS to do this, it'll take longer than if you just run down to the store for me. And it's not like I'm drinking that much all at once. At least go get me one case."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog #He drinks about 5 a day #give or take #so 150 would last him maybe a month tops

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You would kill me, Bruce? Really? I'm... I'm hurt. I thought we were friends. And it's not a pass fail kind of thing. Not really. 

You failed.

Though, can you fuck someone? Without the Other Guy making a guest appearance? Maybe I should be grateful that you didn't want to give that one to me. Poor Steve.

Hey, Bruce. FMK: Me, Betty, Steve.

Well I know I would kill you right off the bat for being an obnoxious “genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.” Marrying Betty is the obvious choice. I feel sorry for Steve because of what he is left with.Did I pass?

#muchmorethangreen

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Cat Person || Tony Stark & Chewie

Mrrooow!

Tony huffed and set down his screwdriver. “Carol, how many times have I told you that my workshop is no place for -“ he started, turning around expecting to see Carol walking in with that orange fur ball she was so attached to. There was no Carol, though, only that orange cat padding into his workshop. “Carol!” he called. “Come get your cat!”

Apparently the cat hadn’t come down with Carol, though. It just wandered over to his workbench and jumped up onto it. “No, bad cat,” he scolded, making a shooing motion with his hand. The cat just sat there, staring at him. “Off the table,” he insisted. He pushed the cat’s chest with a finger, trying to make it leave. The only thing Chewie did in response was rub her head against his hand. 

“Okay, fine,” he muttered, deciding that he’d just ignore the cat until it went away. He went back to his tinkering, doing his best to ignore the cat sitting right next to his arm. After a few minutes, the cat moved. But it wasn’t to jump off the table and leave, like he had hoped. Chewie’s paw tapped at his arm, and then she started to rub her face against him. 

He huffed and rolled his eyes, then set his screwdriver aside again to rub Chewie’s head. “This doesn’t mean I like you, you know,” he told the cat. Chewie just purred and nuzzled his hand.

#drabble #Chewie #carolsusanjane-danvers

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Like Father, Like Son || Steve and Tony

Tony honestly wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there; slumped on the couch with a bottle of whiskey held loosely in his fingers. He hadn’t slept in days. Not his normal, so focused on a project that not even sleep can get in my way lack of sleep, either. He looked haggard. The circles under his eyes were darker than ever and if the unkempt stubble on his jaw was any indication, he had not been taking care of his personal hygiene. He had just been sitting alone and drowning his sorrows in a few bottles of hard liquor.

He slowly lifted the bottle in his hand to his lips, only to find that he had already emptied it. With a frustrated huff, he tossed it aside. The glass bottle shattered when it hit the floor, but he paid it no mind. He just got to his feet and made his unsteady way over to his bar to get yet another bottle to empty.

#thecapoutoftime #mf starter

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"Well, that's what happens with most people who have lab space here. We end up holing up and focusing all our time and energy on our own little projects," Tony said with a smile. It was so good to be meeting her. He'd have to talk to Bruce about it. "I could give you the grand tour, if you'd like."

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Chuckling softly, she tucked the stray strands of her hair behind her ear before nodding. “Yeah, that’s me.” Although she would have liked to be known for her own work, not just “Bruce’s Betty” but she would take it.

"I can just imagine. From what I hear, I probably would end up holed in the lab for ages."

#elizabethxbettyxross

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"I can do more than a toddler, Pepp. The thing is, I just choose not to. Because, really, where's the fun in doing paperwork? But, now that I've agreed to it, you can go buy a few cases for Red Bull. Five or six should do."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog #not much #I can tell you that right now #Tony that is nearly 150 cans of Red Bull #stop

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"I never said it was difficult, I was just using it as an example of me going outside and not blowing things up in the suit. But, fine, I will get some paperwork done."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog #'some' is a very loose term for Tony #As is 'done'

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Tony's eyes narrowed for a moment, then widened again. "Betty Ross," he repeating, his tone almost questioning. "Bruce's Betty? It's a real pleasure to meet you." Well, things had just gotten interesting. "I'm glad you like it here. I take great pride in the Tower. I'm sure you will love the lab assigned to you."

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Shaking his hand, Betty spoke up. “Ross. Betty Ross.” She said with a smile, nodding at him. “I have to say, Mr. Stark, this place is… gigantic. And apparently there’s an amazing lab. Makes this basically heaven.” 

#elizabethxbettyxross

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Honestly, Tony couldn't keep track of all the new people he was meeting because of everyone coming to the tower. Mostly because he just couldn't be bothered to keep track of them all. As long as they stayed out of his way, it didn't much matter. He'd get through the introductions and then often forget who they were or why he was supposed to care.

So he greeted the woman with a smile and an offered hand. "It's nice to meet you too, Miss...?"

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"Mr. Stark, it’s a pleasure to meet you." Betty said with a small smile, nodding her head to him. If she were honest, she had always wanted to meet him, but it wouldn’t devastate her. 

So this was a pleasant surprise. 

#Tony's told he has to go say hello to someone and doesn't bother to actually get their name before he goes to greet them #A+ Tony #elizabethxbettyxross

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"I don't just blow things up in the suit. I went out for pizza the other day. That has to count. Paperwork? How much paperwork are we talking about? Because I'm very... I'm busy. With my new suit."

"Are you busy right now?"

"I was just doing /your/ paperwork, but I suppose that can wait. It usually does, after all."

#peppblog

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The corners of Tony's mouth quirked up into a playful smirk. If she had helped deal with that whole lizard debacle she might be very useful. Intelligent people were always good to have around, especially those who knew how to apply their intelligence in advantageous ways. She was young, too, so she had plenty of time ahead of her. Lots of potential.

"Well, happy birthday," he told her. "And if you can prove yourself useful - show that you'd be an asset - Stark Industries will pay you triple whatever SHIELD's paying you. But only if you prove that you're worth it."

Oh my god, you're Tony Stark

#gwendolynxmaxinexstacy #Oh my god you're Tony Stark

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Beneath the helmet, Tony smirked and cocked a brow. She would not be allowed to live that one down. "Tell me we got that, Jarvis," he said, his words inaudible outside the helmet. 

"Of course, sir," the AI replied, pulling up a small screen with the audio repeating.

"Perfect," Tony said with a chuckle, then made it so Carol could hear him. "You too, babe."

Carol twirled around him as he spinned around her. Carol quickly grabbed his hands stopping them in midair to kiss his helment. “I love you Tony Stark.”

#carolsusanjane-danvers

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Tony shot after her, easily keeping up with her and spiraling around her. He loved flying, but he didn't often go flying with someone. It was fun. Especially because they weren't having to go off to save the world. It was just something to do for pleasure. He loved that.

Flying out she quickly caught up with him wiggling her finger at him. 

"I think I’ll beat you!" She flies off giggling as she makes her way across the country. She loved flying like this the wind in her hair. This was one of the many times her changing costume was helpful she never flew in dresses always her outfit. 

#carolsusanjane-danvers