( He declares it with a tinge of thoughtfully awed amazement, pausing his efforts to ease himself carefully upright again. The fat, plush unicorn sitting sentinel at the head of his bed is grabbed down and stuffed under his wounded arm in lieu of a pillow, pulled and adjusted by its face while he turns that news over in his head. It's something he's still processing when Sam returns, and eases onto his bed.
Steve Rogers, dropping everything in the future to go back to the past.
Tony lifts his good hand, as if to stop Sam's next question in its tracks. )
No, thank you, ( he admits, and continues, plucking at the sheets and one pink ear of the unicorn, ) Pepper and I have had the details squared away for a while.
( Nothing like his parents' funeral. Small, private, no grandiose speeches or lengthy eulogy, no enormous procession through the streets of D.C. He wouldn't put Pepper and Morgan through that, the public display of grief. Now, Tony points at Sam, and lightly accuses, )
no subject
( He declares it with a tinge of thoughtfully awed amazement, pausing his efforts to ease himself carefully upright again. The fat, plush unicorn sitting sentinel at the head of his bed is grabbed down and stuffed under his wounded arm in lieu of a pillow, pulled and adjusted by its face while he turns that news over in his head. It's something he's still processing when Sam returns, and eases onto his bed.
Steve Rogers, dropping everything in the future to go back to the past.
Tony lifts his good hand, as if to stop Sam's next question in its tracks. )
No, thank you, ( he admits, and continues, plucking at the sheets and one pink ear of the unicorn, ) Pepper and I have had the details squared away for a while.
( Nothing like his parents' funeral. Small, private, no grandiose speeches or lengthy eulogy, no enormous procession through the streets of D.C. He wouldn't put Pepper and Morgan through that, the public display of grief. Now, Tony points at Sam, and lightly accuses, )
Don't change the subject.