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thisavrou_log2017-06-15 09:16 pm
arcreact) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-06-15 09:16 pm
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Who: A Stark and a Stark
When: Early June
Where: A completely innocuous coffee shop
What: Mostly this
Warnings: N/A
[ Coffee shops are a quaint luxury that Tony's taken to enjoying on Thisavrou, for two main reasons: coffee (obviously), and the novelty of doing so without being recognized. Relative obscurity is not something he's ever been afforded back home, and while the fame doesn't bother him most of the time... there's something liberating about not having it anymore.
Of course, that doesn't mean he's free of seeing any familiar faces - or unfamiliar faces, technically. When he spots her in the small crowd, he recognizes her immediately; he does monitor the network, after all. There's a good ten minutes of internal debate on how he should proceed. Ignore her? Maybe. It's worked well so far, hell, it worked well with T for a certain length of time. But memories of his strained relationship with his previous universe double are actually what spurn him into standing up from his own table and sliding into the seat across from Natasha.
He's gonna regret this, probably, but you could say that for almost everything he does all the time.
With no preamble whatsoever, as he sets his coffee mug down on her table: ]
Normally I'd have a line or two prepared for a lady like you, but I think that'd be too narcissistic, even for me.
When: Early June
Where: A completely innocuous coffee shop
What: Mostly this
Warnings: N/A
[ Coffee shops are a quaint luxury that Tony's taken to enjoying on Thisavrou, for two main reasons: coffee (obviously), and the novelty of doing so without being recognized. Relative obscurity is not something he's ever been afforded back home, and while the fame doesn't bother him most of the time... there's something liberating about not having it anymore.
Of course, that doesn't mean he's free of seeing any familiar faces - or unfamiliar faces, technically. When he spots her in the small crowd, he recognizes her immediately; he does monitor the network, after all. There's a good ten minutes of internal debate on how he should proceed. Ignore her? Maybe. It's worked well so far, hell, it worked well with T for a certain length of time. But memories of his strained relationship with his previous universe double are actually what spurn him into standing up from his own table and sliding into the seat across from Natasha.
He's gonna regret this, probably, but you could say that for almost everything he does all the time.
With no preamble whatsoever, as he sets his coffee mug down on her table: ]
Normally I'd have a line or two prepared for a lady like you, but I think that'd be too narcissistic, even for me.
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From what it sounds like, he's still new to the idea of multiverse collisions. Which is weird, considering, but poking him further about their divergences doesn't seem like it's going to get them anywhere useful if he's already not handling it well.
Or he's just being dramatic.]
Seems like you've been here for a while.
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In the scale of geological time? Hardly. Long enough to be pissed off about it? For sure.
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What's there to be pissed about? You're just stuck on an alien planet god knows where with no direct way of getting home. [She flashes him a quick, sharp smile.] Where's your sense of adventure?