We did have a lull in the team building exercises for a while there. Though to be fair there was the whole, you know-- [ he snaps his fingers pointedly ]-- and now the hell thing. Kinda kills the vibe.
[ Tony sighs heavily, leans back and closes his eyes. And yeah, he looks like shit. Thin and pale, and he might have some fresh bruises here and there from his last encounter with John. There's a reason Tony asked Natasha along for this particular excursion-- she doesn't push, knows when to tread lightly. There's just that pesky side effect that she can read him like a book.
But what about her? Tony doesn't need his scanners to tell him she isn't doing great either. No shit, right? It's hell. No one is going through this unscathed. But he does want to ask her how she's doing, and he'll get to it eventually. ]
You know what I think the silver lining is about this place? [ His eyes stay closed as he talks. ] We're so used to things going pear-shaped at a moment's notice that it isn't scary anymore. I'm half convinced this hot tub will spontaneously heat to boiling and cook us alive at any point but see? [ He gestures to himself, at his relaxed stance and closed eyes. ] Cannot be bothered.
[Tony's always so eloquent. It's the gesture that gets to her. A little chill that the hot water can't keep away, a little prickle at the back of her neck, and she snorts slightly.
He's not wrong, though. Natasha's been better. She's been worse, too, but not as often. The worst part is that it's a drawn out kind of low; the kind where you know you haven't hit the bottom yet.
She keeps it together, mostly, keeps a good face on, but the dark circles under her eyes are telling and it's hard to say just how long she's been wearing the same make up.]
Team building looks a little different down here. Try to throw a party, you're likely to attract succubi or, cultists, who knows what else.
[Natasha pauses for a second, the water easing some of the aches of training out of her muscles.]
[ That's exactly it, isn't it? They're hovering. Suspended over a lake of fire just enough so the flames singe their edges-- so that they burn and blister their skin, but not enough to kill. That's what true torture is; Tony knows that better than anyone. It's having the end--blissful rest--so close, but always edging out of reach.
And of course Tony knows what's happening, Natasha, he knows everything. But, conversation. ]
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[ Tony sighs heavily, leans back and closes his eyes. And yeah, he looks like shit. Thin and pale, and he might have some fresh bruises here and there from his last encounter with John. There's a reason Tony asked Natasha along for this particular excursion-- she doesn't push, knows when to tread lightly. There's just that pesky side effect that she can read him like a book.
But what about her? Tony doesn't need his scanners to tell him she isn't doing great either. No shit, right? It's hell. No one is going through this unscathed. But he does want to ask her how she's doing, and he'll get to it eventually. ]
You know what I think the silver lining is about this place? [ His eyes stay closed as he talks. ] We're so used to things going pear-shaped at a moment's notice that it isn't scary anymore. I'm half convinced this hot tub will spontaneously heat to boiling and cook us alive at any point but see? [ He gestures to himself, at his relaxed stance and closed eyes. ] Cannot be bothered.
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He's not wrong, though. Natasha's been better. She's been worse, too, but not as often. The worst part is that it's a drawn out kind of low; the kind where you know you haven't hit the bottom yet.
She keeps it together, mostly, keeps a good face on, but the dark circles under her eyes are telling and it's hard to say just how long she's been wearing the same make up.]
Team building looks a little different down here. Try to throw a party, you're likely to attract succubi or, cultists, who knows what else.
[Natasha pauses for a second, the water easing some of the aches of training out of her muscles.]
You hear what's been happening?
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And of course Tony knows what's happening, Natasha, he knows everything. But, conversation. ]
Lay it on me.
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Lucifer's little experiment. The suburbs. You get to give that one a pass?