1610 Tony Stark / Alternatively 616 -
Primary FC: David Gandy
Tracks the tag: antoniostarky

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Fine, I’m fine. |crackedreactor|

claireainegallagher:

She wasn’t in the mood for this. She wanted to joke around, or have a laugh but she just didn’t have the capacity. Any ounce of wit or humour had been completely drained from her within the past few months. She was tired, and no amount of concealer or foundation could hide it.

She leaned heavily on her desk, “Sure.” She shrugged, “You can show when you like. But it’d be nice if you let a bitch know what’s going on, and you know…if you’re still alive. Which brings me to my last question, are you okay?”

_{Tony’s arms folded over his chest, putting on that serious ‘boss face’ he’d been trained and conditioned to do when he could sense that someone was becoming hostile toward him. Call it a suit of armour, without the armour. Lately he’d had to do that a lot, considering he was last smacked in the face by his best friend, and by Clint.. Well, future-Clint, still Clint. He made a mental note to never help him with any wire-de-tangling like he did over the Christmas, ever.} 

_{More importantly, he could see that she wasn’t herself, rather snappy in fact. His eyebrows raised. “I’m not in an obligation to inform anyone where I am, not even my friends. If I was dead, trust me, you’d know. I’d expect a funeral that would stretch the entire expanse of New York City, rather a celebration not those mundane funerals that we all sit and cry at. My life should be celebrated, not mourned. Anyway -” He ducked away from that enquire. “What’s wrong with you? Not taken enough paid-leave, it looks like."}