old muse is old.

[shaves]

Rude. That's just for starters.

You miss me, that's all I get? A woeful glance and a pat on the head like I'm waiting for a gold star, c'mon. No. Flyboy and Frosty have got this now, you don't need an extra ton of original awesome. I'm like, five cherries on the cake. Maybe seven, let's make it a mystical return. Go play in a corner with DUM-E, I don't have time for this, man, you're jacking me around.

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[desk]

Seven might be pushing it.

[shaves]

Would eight break the bank? Because eight sounds even better, we should go for that.

[desk]

Six.

[ Because eight is excessive, and it's the story of their lives. ]

[ficus]

What, the great Tony Stark can't handle a little uncertainty?

[shaves]

I never said that. Did anyone hear me say that? You know that you lose yet more points by putting words in my mouth, right. I keep a tally.

Hi. You're — spry-looking.

[ficus]

Do you? So, we're at what now, —three? Four? Can't be more than five.

You caught me; I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past.

[curbing]

Be nice, your writer didn't have to bring you back out again.

[shaves]

Couldn't resist, though. Hey, Pep! What's up? You look lovely in those Brogues, nice brown.

[curbing]

Tony, you've seen them a hundred times. You just keep forgetting I own them.

[ex_hawksight917]

You wouldn't actually be complaining if she was jacking you around.

[shaves]

That depends on a wealth of context.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Well it's a very pretty gold star. Shiny.

[shaves]

Don't try and tempt me, you dashingly handsome devil. I know your game.

[widowing]

You're giving yourself an awful lot of credit.

[shaves]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[ Snerk. ]

[lastincident]

Still coming and going?

[shaves]

I'm like the wind in Pocahontas, let me predict all your colors or ... something. I'm sensing a lot of fuchsia.

[efficacy]

Oh, I'm sorry. Who are you, again? [ :3 ]

[shaves]

[ ffFFF well, then!! ]

Hi, I'm Tony Stark. You might know me as Iron Man, filthy rich or that guy with the hottest CEO in history, any of them will do. Nice to meet you, Ms. —?

[debts]

[ Natasha Romanoff does not smile, because showing Tony Stark an ounce of personality is tantamount to, like, death.

Instead: ]

That's subtle.

[shaves]

[ He can sense your smile, Tasha. He's like a smile shark. ]

And you're ecstatic to see me. Calm down, get a hold of yourself. Children might see!

[studmuffin]

Do you just get picked on hotness factor? Is that how it goes down?

[shaves]

[ Thinking about it for 0.5 seconds, then nodding. ]

Hm, yeah, pretty much. And the part where I'm a genius but I don't want to brag, let's just be honest — I'm amazing. It's fact. Reminding you is a public service.

Hi, fluffy. [ And because he's not a total dick, he offers a hand under a level stare. ] What's your name?

[jarvisconsole]

Welcome back, sir.

[You know your 'best friend' has got your back, right?]

[stayfluffy]

Seven whole cherries? Wow! That's enough for like... seven cakes, all on one!

...Are you sure one cake can take so many cherries though?