Tony carefully removed one contact lens before the other, before slapping the case shut. He would deal with the rest of it all later, for the next couple days, he would just be grand-dad apparently.
He slid his glasses on and gave a few blinks.
"That's the thing. That's what drives me batty. The tech already exists. It's in Ant-Man's suit. But I'm not allowed to have a look at it. Not even a little look. I called Pym. He's got a very creative vocabulary, for the record. Knows at least fourteen ways to tell a Stark how to go fuck himself."
He rested his head back again.
"I hate it when people give me a taste of my own medicine."
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Date: 2018-09-14 01:33 am (UTC)He slid his glasses on and gave a few blinks.
"That's the thing. That's what drives me batty. The tech already exists. It's in Ant-Man's suit. But I'm not allowed to have a look at it. Not even a little look. I called Pym. He's got a very creative vocabulary, for the record. Knows at least fourteen ways to tell a Stark how to go fuck himself."
He rested his head back again.
"I hate it when people give me a taste of my own medicine."