They look great, I'll admit, but you're also rich and can afford to have new eyebrows, so I'm gonna take it with a grain of salt-- ( scott lets his lips pull into a deep frown for a split-second before twisting the cap of his gatorade off and taking a good gulp out of it. ) --and look for a razor as soon as we get to your lab.
( he's teasing, of course. he only believes with 98% of his being that maybe he'll lose his eyebrows in this entire ordeal. there's still 2% of him that is whole-heartedly sure his face will stay intact, and that's just because it's hard not to believe a guy he's really started to like over time. )
Also, the blue Gatorade is my favourite. You're just getting all the points today, aren't you? ( scott grins now, taking more out of his drink and then sitting on one of the armrests and looking tony's way. )
Scott Lang's Optimus Prime was just as tall as he was, by the way. The only casualties involved were Mr. Lang, his dorm room, and maybe some of the cats Optimus Prime chased around outside the dorm building.
There was just, uh, an issue with overloading. So he blew up in the lab on my last day working on him when I was trying to get all the features working. ( cue jazzhands. ) Go figure?
He was supposed to be a remote-controlled gift-giving kinda thing. Car form for going around, bi-pedal form for actually giving it--that whole she-bang. I don't know. College me was not the smartest guy.
Are you implying my eyebrows are fake and bought? That just hurts, you know. [He even puts a hand over his heart dramatically, trying to keep a straight face as if he really is offended. Mostly he's amused. And he idly wonders if Rhodey has ever shared college stories, because Scott would definitely know that he had burnt off his eyebrows at least twice in college.
He grins, though, when Scott points out that Tony got his favorite flavor of Gatorade. Yep, he's definitely proud of getting all the points.]
That is awesome. Have you ever tried to make him again? I mean, without making him overload. The chasing cats still sounds hilarious. [He's delighted by this story. It's obvious in his features, and the way he just can't seem to stop smiling.]
It's probably a good thing we didn't coincide in college. We would have probably blown up a few labs while trying to make Transformers come to life.
( scott's eyes go wide, mouth dropping a little, and then he blinks and shakes his head to snap himself out of his stupor. ) Dude!
Are you kidding me? If we met in college I--holy shit, Tony, I would've killed to build Transformers with you! Don't even joke about that!
( he's on a roll now, which isn't a good sign. he downs his gatorade like a dying rock star would down several gallons of tequila, some split-second memory that, shit, he's wearing the suit, being the only thing that keeps him from swiping his sleeve over his mouth to clean whatever excess is there. )
I couldn't re-make Optimus after college 'cause I had to go job-hunting, and then there was the whole marriage thing and Maggie didn't like when I did big things like that, and I guess it just sort of... it slipped my mind...
( there's a brief sadness to his tone he didn't expect--some measure of unspoken regret. scott pushes that aside with a smile. )
I mean, shit, I'm good at things, but I don't think I'm that good. ( he laughs, rubs the side of his neck. ) I'm way too rusty now.
You realize we can still make a Transformer, right? I mean, I know, we're probably too old for that, but let's face it. That is not a reason to not at least try.
[And no, he's not joking. With their brains together, man. Tony already knows that they would make a badass Optimus Prime. Which...is probably not a good thing(?), but it sounds like it has been way too long since Scott tried his hands in robotics. Why not try again?
The hint of sadness in his tone makes Tony pause for a moment, though, and his train of thought feels like it derails. Scott pushes past it like a champ, and Tony smiles back to not make him feel uncomfortable, but his heart still manages to feel like it tightens up nonetheless.]
It's okay to be rusty. I take breaks in between projects all the time. You've just been in a long break. But I'm sure you'll get it.
[He says it with all the confidence in the world, because it's true. He believes it. But, just in case Scott doesn't feel comfortable with this subject anymore, he nods towards the cockpit.]
Do you want to sit in the pilot seat? It'll stay in autopilot, but you can sit up front if you want shotgun.
( scott laughs, head ducking a little before he looks up a moment through his lashes--awkward, small. it's strange to come to the realisation that marrying maggie had held him back the way it did; she'd always said no, always denied his big dreams, always told him to stay home, stay safe. it's even stranger that it has to happen here with tony stark who's accomplished more than scott ever could, flamethrower and targets and private fucking jet and all.
but he's smiling. tony really is a lot nicer than the television, the press, just about anyone--makes him out to be. )
You gotta take pictures of me sitting there and Snapchat 'em to Cassie.
( and then he's going.
it's only when he's settled in the chair, eyes wide as he looks out the front window and at the vast expanse of clouds and sky they move through and over, that he speaks again. but scott's so mesmerised by the concept of flying the way that he is his words come up a little softer than intended. )
... we should make something together one day. Yeah.
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( he's teasing, of course. he only believes with 98% of his being that maybe he'll lose his eyebrows in this entire ordeal. there's still 2% of him that is whole-heartedly sure his face will stay intact, and that's just because it's hard not to believe a guy he's really started to like over time. )
Also, the blue Gatorade is my favourite. You're just getting all the points today, aren't you? ( scott grins now, taking more out of his drink and then sitting on one of the armrests and looking tony's way. )
Scott Lang's Optimus Prime was just as tall as he was, by the way. The only casualties involved were Mr. Lang, his dorm room, and maybe some of the cats Optimus Prime chased around outside the dorm building.
There was just, uh, an issue with overloading. So he blew up in the lab on my last day working on him when I was trying to get all the features working. ( cue jazzhands. ) Go figure?
He was supposed to be a remote-controlled gift-giving kinda thing. Car form for going around, bi-pedal form for actually giving it--that whole she-bang. I don't know. College me was not the smartest guy.
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He grins, though, when Scott points out that Tony got his favorite flavor of Gatorade. Yep, he's definitely proud of getting all the points.]
That is awesome. Have you ever tried to make him again? I mean, without making him overload. The chasing cats still sounds hilarious. [He's delighted by this story. It's obvious in his features, and the way he just can't seem to stop smiling.]
It's probably a good thing we didn't coincide in college. We would have probably blown up a few labs while trying to make Transformers come to life.
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Are you kidding me? If we met in college I--holy shit, Tony, I would've killed to build Transformers with you! Don't even joke about that!
( he's on a roll now, which isn't a good sign. he downs his gatorade like a dying rock star would down several gallons of tequila, some split-second memory that, shit, he's wearing the suit, being the only thing that keeps him from swiping his sleeve over his mouth to clean whatever excess is there. )
I couldn't re-make Optimus after college 'cause I had to go job-hunting, and then there was the whole marriage thing and Maggie didn't like when I did big things like that, and I guess it just sort of... it slipped my mind...
( there's a brief sadness to his tone he didn't expect--some measure of unspoken regret. scott pushes that aside with a smile. )
I mean, shit, I'm good at things, but I don't think I'm that good. ( he laughs, rubs the side of his neck. ) I'm way too rusty now.
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[And no, he's not joking. With their brains together, man. Tony already knows that they would make a badass Optimus Prime. Which...is probably not a good thing(?), but it sounds like it has been way too long since Scott tried his hands in robotics. Why not try again?
The hint of sadness in his tone makes Tony pause for a moment, though, and his train of thought feels like it derails. Scott pushes past it like a champ, and Tony smiles back to not make him feel uncomfortable, but his heart still manages to feel like it tightens up nonetheless.]
It's okay to be rusty. I take breaks in between projects all the time. You've just been in a long break. But I'm sure you'll get it.
[He says it with all the confidence in the world, because it's true. He believes it. But, just in case Scott doesn't feel comfortable with this subject anymore, he nods towards the cockpit.]
Do you want to sit in the pilot seat? It'll stay in autopilot, but you can sit up front if you want shotgun.
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but he's smiling. tony really is a lot nicer than the television, the press, just about anyone--makes him out to be. )
You gotta take pictures of me sitting there and Snapchat 'em to Cassie.
( and then he's going.
it's only when he's settled in the chair, eyes wide as he looks out the front window and at the vast expanse of clouds and sky they move through and over, that he speaks again. but scott's so mesmerised by the concept of flying the way that he is his words come up a little softer than intended. )
... we should make something together one day. Yeah.