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"I get your hiding from Hydra and what not but you could've picked a better hiding hole." Tony had found Natasha's little getaway from everything. Locating her was a slight issue but here he was, dressed in a suit and looking as if nothing happened, as if SHIELD didn't cave in on itself. "I could've hide you, you know. No one would suspect me to hide anyone, you know that."

Natasha looked him over

“Not even Fury could find me here, there is one person in the whole world other than me that knows about this place and it isn’t you, so how’d you find me?”


We were at this dinner party one night and a girl was asking advice and Gwyneth is an amazing advice giver. And one of our friends was like “I got into a big fight with my husband and I got home and I wanted to scream and yell,” and Gwyneth was like: “Whatever you’re doing. do the opposite, if you feel angry, go at him with love and you give him a blowjob.” - Chelsea Handler talking about Gwyneth Paltrow’s advice on Chelsea Lately, April 29, 2013.

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"You should've called one of us. We could've helped you and you wouldn't be in this hospital bed right now. But you're too stubborn, or prideful, I don't even know." His tone betrays his disappointed words. It trembled ever so slightly, on the verge of becoming emotional but he is able to control himself for the moment as he sits beside the hospital bed. Fingers clasped together tightly and eyes looking at the end of her bed. Refusing to look directly to her.

Natasha was slightly shocked at the reaction from Tony, and although he was trying to hide it, she could see the emotion building up inside him, threatening to overflow

He was right though, she was stubborn, and she should have called for back up. But she’d honestly thought she could handle it… And then it was too late 

“I’m sorry Tony” she told him quietly, watching his face closely to gauge his reaction. She guessed it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear.

He’d kept the stupid ring. Tony hadn’t asked for it and there was just way he’d give it up, even if it was only a couple days he’d been happy. So happy. That seemed miles away as he looked at his worn out duffle for the first time in months. Maybe he should have packed it and left. Maybe it would eliminate some of the problems.

He couldn’t though. He couldn’t leave and he couldn’t do anything irrational. He wanted to though. He’d be proving himself wrong though if he did that. Dinner had been finished and left in the oven and Bruce just sat on the edge of their bed. He didn’t even feel right then that he belonged there. Tony didn’t trust him to keep himself under control and yeah, sometimes he got too worked up in bed and he broke things but he’d never even come close to losing control. Not with how happy he’d been.

So what now?

Paltrow and Downey became friends after meeting at a film festival in the 1990s, though like much of Hollywood, she had doubts about the talented but manic actor who squandered his early promise through his partying and addictions.

He recalls that after they met, a mutual friend told him Paltrow had called looking for insights on Downey.

Downey: “She was like, ‘What is wrong with him? Who is this guy?’ She called him up asking, like, if it was going to be essentially bad for her reputation to be hanging out with me.”

Paltrow: “That is not true!”

Downey: “Not your reputation. What I mean was, I was wild.”

Paltrow: “He was really wild, and I was very naive. I immediately took a shine to him. … Then he went off the radar for a little while.”

Downey: “Sure, yeah. Just a decade or two.”

Paltrow: “I didn’t see him for a while.”

Downey: “Not surprising.”

Paltrow: “We lost touch and then …”

Downey (laughing hysterically): “She was out there banging out one hit after the next, and I was locked in a bathroom somewhere. So be it. Life is beautiful.”

Paltrow: “And now look.”


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[text: MGM] HELP EMERGENCY NEED ASSISTANCE IN PENTHOUSE NOW!!! ((Tony is having a moment feel free to ignore))

[Text: Ironshorts]: If you got your hand stuck in something while drunk again, you’re going to spend the rest of the night tied to a chair watching PSAs from the 60s.

Doctor Squared // Bruce & Tony
Explaining everything to Steve, or at least trying to, from a scientific standpoint just meant that Bruce was answering his questions. Cap asked a question, and that voice again - it was irritating just how familiar it was. It was too close, and that was unfair. “He would have to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier." 

"Unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.” Tony said as he approached, finally looking up from the floor at the two men - one in a spangly getup and the other…his eyes widened just a fraction, his body jolted slightly. No one who didn’t know him would recognize it, which made him feel protected in his little moment, but the figure before him was the last one that he ever expected to see. In a button up shirt the color of eggplant and an unimposing pair of slacks was one now more ragged, Bruce Banner. Whatever little exchange they had Bruce didn’t exactly remember but he knew that he would remember how it felt when he stuck his arm out to shake hands with Tony - he pulled him in a little closer in what could look to anyone else like a simple power move but he had to be closer. Bruce’s hand trapped between Tonys, that warm, real heat held for a far too brief second, his voice clumsily thick and heavier than he would have expected. “It’s good to meet you, Doctor Banner."  He’d remember the encounter just like the remembered the first, every second that they spent together and the way that Tony had been so careful and patient with him - so understanding that it burned him up at the core. This was a little different though. He was counting on Tony not remembering him and blessedly the entire time Tony didn’t even make a single reference. It wasn’t until a hours after the attack on Manhattan, when they were driving back to the Tower so that Bruce could gather his things and head out, that Tony caught him off guard again in that unimposing way.

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[[cause cat tony wolf Jarvis]] "Jarvis." Crawls up into his lap. "Jarvis. Jarvis." Whines and press against his chest. "Jarrrrrvvvviiiiiisssss." He whines more, sniffling a bit while curling his arm inward. "I burned my hand. Bad."

Jarvis blinks in surprise at a sudden lapful of Tony, setting his book aside. “How? Show me the burn.” He reaches for the arm that is curled in, wanting to inspect the injury.