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thecapitol2014-07-28 01:45 am
shenunigans) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-28 01:45 am
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Mmm watcha say
Who| Dave and OPEN with some closed prompts
What| Dead one day, back tomorrow. Accepting that you're probably not okay is hard.
Where| D9, D6 and the roof top
When| Just after the mini-arena.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
It's no surprise that he wakes up with a jolt. He'd passed out the moment his body slammed against the water and he'd been colder than he's ever been in his whole life. He can still see Clara's face ingrained in his fucking memory like a broken Etch A Sketch and he doesn't understand why he would feel guilty. He did a good thing, a great thing, he's too nervous to find out if Clem and Clara made it without him, he thinks he'd do anything to avoid seeing their reactions.
Feeling around on the bedside table finds him his shades and he presses them on his face like it hurt to be without them. It's not even that he's self conscious, not anymore, it's just that having that little reminder of the present his best friend gave him is pretty damn important at this point in time. He feels more like himself with them, because he doesn't really want to remember who he was in the arena. He clung to his brother, threw a guy overboard, nearly drove himself to killing someone else and sacrificed himself for a girl he'd spoken to three or four times. The last part, he thinks, he probably wouldn't change, but he could do without hearing about it.
Despite the wide variety of viable and fashionable clothing, he's opting for a stylishly worn shirt and red pajama pants that no stylist would ever hope to see him in. His clock print boxers stick out the top because he's too cool to pull his damn pants up and he drags his feet out of his room in search for people to distract him from his pity party.
There's a letter taped to his door and he tweaks it off, wondering who else saw it before he tucks it into the waistband of his pants and makes his way to his first self appointed task of the day.
[District 9 Suites]
Once Dave is back from his morning trip, he descends upon the couch shamelessly and claims it as his own. He's sprawled across it with a game controller resting on his stomach, but he isn't playing anything. He'd just prefer to be out somewhere he can see people rather than holed up in his room feeling sorry for himself. He's dreading some of the conversations, but he's confident he can derail them into something inane.
[The Roof]
By the time Dave makes it up here, it's well and truly night but not too dark. The view is pretty good, and if you squint, it doesn't look too different from home. It's relaxing to sit out here alone, even if he feels something like a stoner and a loner doing it. He feels a little more zen than he did, but deep down there's a niggling feeling. It's the guilt of feeling settled here in some ways and the discomfort of being jerked around so much. There isn't really a middle ground for it, you either settle or you fight it so much that things will never be the same. It's a tough pill to swallow, but if you can't be deep the day after you were meant to die then when the hell can you?
What| Dead one day, back tomorrow. Accepting that you're probably not okay is hard.
Where| D9, D6 and the roof top
When| Just after the mini-arena.
Warnings/Notes| N/A
It's no surprise that he wakes up with a jolt. He'd passed out the moment his body slammed against the water and he'd been colder than he's ever been in his whole life. He can still see Clara's face ingrained in his fucking memory like a broken Etch A Sketch and he doesn't understand why he would feel guilty. He did a good thing, a great thing, he's too nervous to find out if Clem and Clara made it without him, he thinks he'd do anything to avoid seeing their reactions.
Feeling around on the bedside table finds him his shades and he presses them on his face like it hurt to be without them. It's not even that he's self conscious, not anymore, it's just that having that little reminder of the present his best friend gave him is pretty damn important at this point in time. He feels more like himself with them, because he doesn't really want to remember who he was in the arena. He clung to his brother, threw a guy overboard, nearly drove himself to killing someone else and sacrificed himself for a girl he'd spoken to three or four times. The last part, he thinks, he probably wouldn't change, but he could do without hearing about it.
Despite the wide variety of viable and fashionable clothing, he's opting for a stylishly worn shirt and red pajama pants that no stylist would ever hope to see him in. His clock print boxers stick out the top because he's too cool to pull his damn pants up and he drags his feet out of his room in search for people to distract him from his pity party.
There's a letter taped to his door and he tweaks it off, wondering who else saw it before he tucks it into the waistband of his pants and makes his way to his first self appointed task of the day.
[District 9 Suites]
Once Dave is back from his morning trip, he descends upon the couch shamelessly and claims it as his own. He's sprawled across it with a game controller resting on his stomach, but he isn't playing anything. He'd just prefer to be out somewhere he can see people rather than holed up in his room feeling sorry for himself. He's dreading some of the conversations, but he's confident he can derail them into something inane.
[The Roof]
By the time Dave makes it up here, it's well and truly night but not too dark. The view is pretty good, and if you squint, it doesn't look too different from home. It's relaxing to sit out here alone, even if he feels something like a stoner and a loner doing it. He feels a little more zen than he did, but deep down there's a niggling feeling. It's the guilt of feeling settled here in some ways and the discomfort of being jerked around so much. There isn't really a middle ground for it, you either settle or you fight it so much that things will never be the same. It's a tough pill to swallow, but if you can't be deep the day after you were meant to die then when the hell can you?
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"Dude, please. I have so many irons in the fire right now it's not even funny." And then there might be a little flash of nerves, maybe he's not talking complete shit for once. "Might a little overwhelming being in the smaller side of the age group statistics."
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Tony tilts his head and regards Dave as he brags about all his irons, and he doesn't miss the slight nerves. After all there was a time when knowing you're wanted was unnerving to Tony too.
"Think it's overwhelming here? Try being 15 in MIT and at least 4 years younger than the girls looking at you. It's kind of like learning a language, you either emerse yourself and learn, or hide and still wonder why you're getting funny looks for ordering a horse instead of a plum."
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"Alright, well. Why don't you start by telling me what you did when you broke up with your alien girlfriend, then how you dealt with the aftermath of kissing a French girl who already has a boyfriend and in the same day a girl asks you out and Loki takes his shirt off and then leaves you a little flirty note for when you get back from being dead?"
He... absolutely did not mean to go into that much detail. But its out now. He rubs a hand over his face. "Never mind."
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"Well actually it..." He points at Dave with a serious look on his face. "First, stay away from Loki. As for the rest of it..." He shakes his head as if that would dismiss Loki from his mind.
"Sounds like something that happened on Spring Break, but that was in Switzerland, the girl with the boyfriend was still French." Then he tilts his head as he has another thought.
"Can't help with the alien ex-girlfriend thing. I'm actually still new to actually, you know letting someone make it past night one, so..." He spreads his hands somewhat sympathetically.
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"Alright, well, that's one out of what like- four? If you're offering advice, just how much of an asshole am I if I kissed the French girl and her boyfriend, who is literally a massive dude made of rock, has no idea. Would you tell the guy? Because I like being in one piece." He pushes the palms of his hands backward so he can lean back and stare up at Tony.
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"Me, I wouldn't tell the guy. I don't think I've ever told a guy. And I'm pretty sure there's been a few guys, attached to some of those girls I've been with." That's one thing you can count on with Tony, he'll always be honest about his sex life. "Do you want to more than just kiss her?"
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Dave is going to crinkle his nose at that bullshit answer. "I dunno. I don't want to think about it while she still has a boyfriend. She's kind of like... I dunno. She's cute, but she's a little. weird. I guess. I say this as someone who dated an alien."
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Dave can crinkle his nose at the answer all he likes, it doesn't make Tony's antics any less socially unacceptable.
"Aliens make for better conversation topics at least. Probably good not to think about it right now then. There's a big enough talent pool to pick from as it is while you're young."
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He spreads his hands in front of him in a gesture of defiance and also as a way of telling Tony to back off the subject. "I'll let it work itself out."
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"Woah, woah. Wait. This" He gestures between them. "This has nothing to do with an attempt to parent, guardian, or long lost uncle you. This is me telling you to avoid anyone with the name Loki who has a knee jerk reaction to his brother. This is a PSA."
To make this more obvious he even takes a step back from Dave. Because the last thing Tony wanted ever was to be anything resembling a parent.
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A brow raises at Tony's vehement denial, followed by a slight smirk at the way he steps back. "Consider the public serviced and announced, then. If we're just bros, then a bro knows when to back up and let a guy do his thing. Otherwise said bro becomes lame and kind of a mood kill." He gives him a pointed look.
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Of course at 'serviced and announced' Tony just raises an eyebrow at how that all sounded, which is to say weird and sort of kinky.
"Uh, also didn't say bros. There is no familial connection here, not even in the fraternity sense. I'm also more than happy for you to do your thing. It would just be better if that thing involved less midget ice giants."
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He just brings his hands up to his face so he can scrub at it. "It's a lot less stupid than it sounds, I swear. I had real powers and everything." Not that he expects Tony to believe that for a second, so he'll move on.
"You take everything too seriously or not seriously at all. But if we aren't Bros and you aren't trying to relive Annie with me then you're just some weird guy telling me what to do."
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His eyebrows knit together as he thinks about how it could all work. After all, he's seen Tron so being 'in' a game wasn't technically a foreign concept. Although for some reason he can't bring himself to watch Tron like he did when he was younger.
"Wait, so you were brought to a new world just because your old one was meteored into submission? That's... No yeah that does sound stupid. But I've heard stupider." But then again, the powers actually does get his interest. "Powers like what?" When you're best friends with a guy who can literally go Jekyll and Hyde, you tend to be less judgey about people who claim to have some form of crazy ability or power.
"I hate to tell you this, kid. But I am just a weird guy." Then he pauses. "Also, I'm not singing if an Anne thing happens between us."
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"Look, I don't know. I really don't know. Sometimes destiny calls you up to the batting plate and you've got to peg the hamskin into the green." He will never admit it was peer pressure that started it, so he'll gladly move onto the subject change. "Time travel. Flight. Subjective immortality. I got pretty far into things." He cocks his head to the side casually so he feels less like he's boasting. "We were given ranks from the start, I was- am a Knight of Time. Which admittedly sounds a hell of a lot like dungeons and dragons bullshit." How embarrassing.
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Even if the way Dave explains it really doesn't help him make it sound anything more than LARPing or some kind of video game.
With his mouth closed he runs his tongue over his teeth as he thinks, while looking over Dave's shoulder.
"Okay, subjective. How?"
Which is for now, as close as Tony will get to admitting that he's believing Dave.
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It probably sounds a lot like LARPING and a video game because, well, it is. At the question he just cringes a little because there's no way to answer it without sounding like a huge nerd. Ugh.
"Alright so to get to that point you do actually have to like, face your death and die and you sort of. Ascend. Like a fucked up angel? We're meant to be literal gods of this new universe but we aren't at that point yet so we're just special." He just gives Tony a look like please kill me. "Anyway, once you reach that point you're biologically immortal, so you can't starve or anything. The only way you can die is heroically or justly." He shrugs as heavily as he can. "Does that make sense?"
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He really wishes he could be surprised it made sense, but really his life up until now really can't let him be. Also, the fact that Dave is pulling such a pained face means that he knows how stupid it sounds which on adds to Tony taking his word for it.
"Sounds like something that Rogers would get caught up in. But it makes enough sense to me
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"It's just one layer on the fucked up cake that is my existence anyway. I'm not about to cut you a slice of that shit show so don't worry too much." He rubs the back of his neck, the tiredness weighing on him a little as he properly considers how goddamn weird his life is. "You think maybe I should put in an application for the Avengers? You guys seem short staffed."
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Just as Tony was about to comment on Dave's 'fucked tier cake' he blinks at the kid for a second. He knows he heard what Dave said, after all he was actually giving Dave his full attention.
"Wait, you want to be an avenger? Really?"
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Yeah, okay so that fact still really stung Tony, after all, the guy had some interestingly developed abandonment issues going on in his head. Not that those ever got to see the light of day. He looks at Dave then sighs as he runs his hands through his hair.
"Look, I don't know about this whole joining the Avenger's thing. It seems like a question for the 'leader' of the group. But I'm not exactly going to stop you from sitting down with us if you see us all congregating somewhere."
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He waves his hand airily before folding them over his chest and scoffing. "Oh, yeah. Like I'm gonna come sit at the cool kids table? You guys are letterman jackets away from becoming the super-clique, you know that? If you let me join, you'd seem more approachable, I'm great with PR."
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...Well...
Pretty much everything Dave just said. Wow this kid talks a lot of crap. At least most of it's crap to Tony, which really doesn't mean anything because he talks a lot of crap himself.
"I have fangirls in costumes dancing around the bottom of my tower in New York and you think I have approachability issues? Also, I don't think anyone of us ever wore a letterman jacket when we were in school."
After all Steve was a tiny asthmatic so he couldn't play sports, Tony was a rich kid-nerd, Bruce was just a nerd so they naturally had no interest in sports, Clint and Natasha, well, he knows nothing about how they grew up but neither of them seem the type to play school sports.
At most Thor might have worn one. But coming from a different world and being a prince really removes the possibility of him wearing one either.
"So if you 'want to sit at our table' pretty sure no one's going to stop you there."
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"So what you're saying is 'Yes, Dave. My son. You can be an Avenger', right? That's the vibe I'm getting." He spreads his hands in half surrender, half nonchalance. He isn't truthfully that determined to be an avenger, but he's having fun with the joke.
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