[ Tony snorts at her request. Of course it's whiskey. Probably the same way his dad liked it. Was there anything about Howard Stark that wasn't just a symptom of his Captain America worship? He honestly doesn't know any more. ] You got it, Cap.
[ He watches her as she sits down, trying to reconcile the giant in his mind to this woman. It doesn't make much sense. ] Unexpected? Freaky? Really fucking weird? Yeah, all of the above.
[ He drops a ball of ice into a tumbler and pours the whiskey over it before sliding it across the bar to her and making one his own. He takes a deep drink of his and fixes her with a curious stare. ] So what can I do for you?
[ Steph visibly winces. She hadn't known what to expect from this meeting, that's true, but she certainly didn't expect this... hostility. ]
Iā [ She takes a mouthful of whiskey for some liquid courage, only to remember as it slides down her throat that it does nothing for her. ] Your father was a good friend of mine. I just... I wanted to meet you. I don't really know a lot of people in this... time.
A good friend? [ He grins at her, though there's not warmth behind it. ] I guess that depends on which biography you read. But yeah, I might have heard your name a time or a million growing up. The old man moved on from the war, but he never got over you. [ He points his glass at her. He's pretty sure Howard would be turning in his grave if he was able to hear any of this, but he doesn't really care.]
Well, if you need money, I can help you with that. Least I can do for Captain America. My lawyers can probably even turn it into a tax break, but if you're looking for a friend, well, I'm not anything like him.
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[ He watches her as she sits down, trying to reconcile the giant in his mind to this woman. It doesn't make much sense. ] Unexpected? Freaky? Really fucking weird? Yeah, all of the above.
[ He drops a ball of ice into a tumbler and pours the whiskey over it before sliding it across the bar to her and making one his own. He takes a deep drink of his and fixes her with a curious stare. ] So what can I do for you?
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Iā [ She takes a mouthful of whiskey for some liquid courage, only to remember as it slides down her throat that it does nothing for her. ] Your father was a good friend of mine. I just... I wanted to meet you. I don't really know a lot of people in this... time.
[ Fuck. That sounded so pathetic out loud. ]
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Well, if you need money, I can help you with that. Least I can do for Captain America. My lawyers can probably even turn it into a tax break, but if you're looking for a friend, well, I'm not anything like him.