"Genius, remember? That's what I know." He taps a temple and takes another long drink before setting it aside. The classical music and the easy game of cards coupled with this conversation and the alcohol weighing in his belly -- all of this feels so natural. He's rather struck by it, just now. "Seriously, what's not to be jealous of? You're... gorgeous and smart and anyone who judges you by some pigment on your face is-- just threatened." Not that he hasn't been, threatened by her, on occasion. But now he couldn't see himself working with anyone else, even with how they sometimes clash. He can always count on her intuition in the heat of battle, and no one had the capacity to keep up with his erratic nature the way even keel Pepper Potts could.
...Was that too much? Suddenly he feels like he's made some grand speech, pulling his cards back into his hands and staring down at them instead.
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Date: 2016-01-24 07:53 pm (UTC)...Was that too much? Suddenly he feels like he's made some grand speech, pulling his cards back into his hands and staring down at them instead.