[ The mood whiplash sure is something. Tony shakes off horror like a dog fresh out of a pond and he makes damn sure to catch Stephen in the spray.
The face he makes is immediate and inevitable, brow furrowing and mouth twisting into a wry grimace, stakes suddenly so comparatively low that he doesn't bother to hide the way that verbal adventure to Spare Me town trips him up. ]
Can we do one thing at a time?
[ Surprisingly he'd rather not be arguing his case for being Not Remotely Married to Tony Stark, to Tony Stark, while also trying to run through the itemised list of very serious details about their current situation— all about five minutes after telling him he's going to die. ]
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The face he makes is immediate and inevitable, brow furrowing and mouth twisting into a wry grimace, stakes suddenly so comparatively low that he doesn't bother to hide the way that verbal adventure to Spare Me town trips him up. ]
Can we do one thing at a time?
[ Surprisingly he'd rather not be arguing his case for being Not Remotely Married to Tony Stark, to Tony Stark, while also trying to run through the itemised list of very serious details about their current situation— all about five minutes after telling him he's going to die. ]