( this time when he stops working, it's to stare at her with incredulity. the screwdriver hangs limp from his fingertips, his elbows settle on his knees, and he studies her like he's trying to figure out whether she's bullshitting him. a god damn biggest fan contest?
yeah, their lines of work might have been similar, but Jesus Christ were they different.
and then there's Stark. some of the incredulity fades out, replaced with something solemn. his lips press together for a second; it's knee-jerk to think about Howard. he'd have danced at Howard's wedding.
never mind that. )
Would you have done it? If he asked?
( she answers to herself, in the end. makes her own choices. )
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yeah, their lines of work might have been similar, but Jesus Christ were they different.
and then there's Stark. some of the incredulity fades out, replaced with something solemn. his lips press together for a second; it's knee-jerk to think about Howard. he'd have danced at Howard's wedding.
never mind that. )
Would you have done it? If he asked?
( she answers to herself, in the end. makes her own choices. )