"Jarvis, could you apply color #354 to the prototype?"
"Right away sir."
"Thanks."
God, wasn't this just the best day ever. No Penis Parker under foot and getting in my way. I never was fond of the kid, I'm not fond of most kids.
And so I had to nudge Tony in the direction that was beneficial to the both of us: the direction without Penis Parker.
Tony, being the "pure soul" he is, of course has lingering guilt over the kid. Thank god it's not contagious. I sure as hell don't want to spend hours crying over a stupid kid.
"Prototype completed sir."
"Excellent Jarvis, thanks so much." Jarvis, one of the few people I could talk to besides Tony. I figured I should head out of the lab (I'd been in here for a few hours working on a new prototype for my arms) and see what Tony was doing.
Doing. People sexualize everything, it's exhausting.You know who else is exhausting.?
Quentin Beck, the piece of shit he is. I wouldn't be surprised if he came from under a rock. But of course, he just had to fall head-over-heels in love with Tony, it's disgusting.
I'm very lucky that Tony simply dismissed him with a swish of his hand, or I might have considered him a threat. Even he would have been a very, very small one.
Small. Another word, that, in the right context, can be sexualized. Ugh.
Heading up the stairs and into the kitchen, I could see Tony on the couch. He was clicking through Netflix shows in the airy silence, and I could tell he was loving it.
The thing with Tony, his major flaw, is that he can be incredibly two-faced. Especially with people he doesn't like. Sure around Peter it's "Great job kid!" and "Underoos!", but around me... let's just say its very different.
The point is, I could tell Tony was happy that Peter was gone. Happy that Beck was somewhere locked in the lower floors of Stark Tower. He was floating on cloud 9, and he looked kind of cute all blissful and rainbow-y.
I hopped over the couch and sat next to Tony (or Tiny!) and let him scooch up closer to me. Tiny being the 5'9 ball of anger he was, I was surprised when I found out how affectionate he was. I wasn't overly fond of PDA, so I guess we balance each other out. I turned to him.
"Loving the silence?"
"More than anything." Anything, huh? Tony smirked.
"You know what I mean, it's just nice with all this quiet now that-" I cut him off, I did not want to talk about Penis Parker right now.
"Tiny, if you keep talking about him, it'll be like he never left." If Peter never left, I might have started banging my head against a brick wall. Thats a preferable alternative to hearing "Mr. Stark!" Every. Five. Seconds.
"Yeah you're right. From now on, we don't speak of he who must not be named." He grinned at his Harry Potter reference. "Anywho, wanna watch Netflix? There's Lucifer, Suits..." He could have trailed on and on, but I cut him off again. I had a better idea. I used a metal arm to tilt his head up. (He always got flustered when I did that)
"Or... I could show you what these can really do."
