( 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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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.