The Mechanic™
Tag: tony stark
#i always get caught up on the details of these things like his hair for instance. his hair#the lacerations on his forehead i’m just?? are those friction burns?? i’m?? he gets hurt inside the suit like this always fucks me up#the massive crash mark on what’s left of the helmet like his! head! was! in! the! helmet! when it suffered that damage#there’s NO WAY he hasn’t had an in-suit concussion yet oh my god#that little piece of connecting metal and the way it’s pressing into his cheek i just????#AND IT’S SO TIGHT TOO like if you put the face mask here it’s SUCH A TIGHT AND CLOSED SPACE given how hard and fast tony goes in the suit#it probably needs its own pressurization system so he won’t physically explode or implode or suffocate goSH#and obviously he’s created this virtual environment that alleviates the feeling of CONSTANTLY GOING INTO BATTLE INSIDE OF#A PRESSURIZED METAL CONTAINER like the FACEPLATE IS PROBABLY ONLY SLIGHTLY AWAY FROM THE TIP OF HIS N O S E#and then JARVIS goes out while he’s up there and this makes me think of the comic moment when he’s like ‘please don’t be a coffin’#when the suit malfunctions because my friends yes at the end of the day this suit can be a METAL COFFIN#and when it malfunctioned in space (bye bye pressurization?? oxygen?? mobility?? heat control????? my god?? so many things??)#that’s literally what it is it’s a METAL COFFIN tony saw himself being BURIED ALIVE INSIDE A METAL COFFIN OH MY GOD#whenever people get like ‘i don’t get why tony was fucked up by the avengers and not by captivity’ i’m just like????#for starters lmfao @ the idea that tony wasn’t mentally fucked to shit by captivity lmao lmao lmao bro he’s flying a metal suit#lol i promise you he’s fucked. i promise you. and second.#THIS NUKE STUNT WAS LITERALLY SO FUCKING MUCH FOR A HUMAN BEING TO CASUALLY ENDURE OUT OF NOWHERE LMFAO DO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND WHAT TRAUMA IS#MY GOD THIS SHIT KILLS A MAN#tony stark#mcu#TONY STARK HAS BEEN THROUGH SOME SHIT (via @knightinironarmor)
“Don’t tell me I mixed up salt with sugar.” (probably in coffee or something)
“Okay,” Tony gasped hoarsely in between hard coughs. “I’ll just…suffer in silence.” He let out another long series of coughs, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smirk, and he was looking at Carlos with a merry gleam in his eyes.
Carlos snorted softly and reached to take the offending cup of coffee away. “You want me to make you a new one?” he asked.
“That depends,” Tony grinned without coughing this time, “are you going to run a sample of it through the chem analyzer before you give it to me?” He was laughing silently, kind of enjoying Carlos’s unintentional knack of breaking him out of a rut.
Carlos smiled sheepishly, glancing away. “Uh… would you like me to?” he asked. It was a joke, obviously, but Carlos was playing along. Maybe he’ll do it just to make sure Stark knew that it hadn’t been on purpose… Carlos didn’t know what the hell happened. He suspected his own cup was also compromised.
Tony flashed a fond grin at Carlos and chuckled. “Either you’re stumped on something, have one of your not-fully-formed ‘Eurika’ ideas, or someone has become your latest distraction. Which one is it?” He asked teasingly.
“Huh?” Carlos asked. “Oh, no, I was just wondering if I have to make myself a new cup too. Probably… heh. I like my sugar.” What did Stark mean by ‘someone’?
“I’ll, uh… take this and be back in a bit,” he then told his boss, lifting the cup in illustration.
Tony glided out of his seat and to the other side of Carlos. "Aaaah-d-d-d-d-nah-nah-nah
-nah,“ he halted in front of Carlos with glittering eyes and a boyish grin. "Didn’t anybody tell you it’s very bad manners to completely dodge an employers question when he’s trying to show interest in your work and or personal life.” He put up his hands to emphasis a ‘pause’ in the currently one-sided conversation. "Granted, I have no business asking about your personal life, although, should you happen to want to share details about any good fortune you may have had, I’d be more than happy to join celebrating your reason for happiness. Even if it’s work happiness, I more than understand that, so don’t feel the need to keep it to yourself, that is, if you don’t want to.“
Carlos had only barely stopped before running into Stark when he stood in front of him. Carlos was honestly a little confused – his personal life? Why would anyone want to know about that?
“Heh, I have a personal life?” Carlos asked facetiously, matching Stark’s grin. He wanted to know about happiness in Carlos’ life? “As for good fortune… you know, I accidentally gave my boss a cup of coffee with salt in it instead of sugar today. But the kicker is he didn’t fire me! Talk about great luck, huh?” Carlos was still grinning to show that he was joking.
Because that’s what he did – he joked. Carlos didn’t know where Stark’s concern was, if he had any, so he wasn’t sure if he should take the other man’s comments in sincerity. He’d see how his boss reacted to the joke first.
“Don’t tell me I mixed up salt with sugar.” (probably in coffee or something)
“Okay,” Tony gasped hoarsely in between hard coughs. “I’ll just…suffer in silence.” He let out another long series of coughs, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a smirk, and he was looking at Carlos with a merry gleam in his eyes.
Carlos snorted softly and reached to take the offending cup of coffee away. “You want me to make you a new one?” he asked.
“That depends,” Tony grinned without coughing this time, “are you going to run a sample of it through the chem analyzer before you give it to me?” He was laughing silently, kind of enjoying Carlos’s unintentional knack of breaking him out of a rut.
Carlos smiled sheepishly, glancing away. “Uh… would you like me to?” he asked. It was a joke, obviously, but Carlos was playing along. Maybe he’ll do it just to make sure Stark knew that it hadn’t been on purpose… Carlos didn’t know what the hell happened. He suspected his own cup was also compromised.
Tony flashed a fond grin at Carlos and chuckled. “Either you’re stumped on something, have one of your not-fully-formed ‘Eurika’ ideas, or someone has become your latest distraction. Which one is it?” He asked teasingly.
“Huh?” Carlos asked. “Oh, no, I was just wondering if I have to make myself a new cup too. Probably… heh. I like my sugar.” What did Stark mean by ‘someone’?
“I’ll, uh… take this and be back in a bit,” he then told his boss, lifting the cup in illustration.
“What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…”
[Sleep Deprivation]Tony only answered first with a knowing, but amused smile. “Or could it, perhaps be that you’re having trouble focusing way past a healthy period of time?” The billionaire asked teasingly.
Carlos blinked at him, his mind slowly comprehending what he said. “Uh… O-oh… um, I guess so… maybe.” Carlos rubbed at his eyes with one hand, sighing deeply to disguise a yawn. “Sorry, sir. Sorry…”
Tony smirked and let out an endeared sigh. "Next thing you know, you’re going to be shaving like me,“ he brought his hands together in front of him with a smart clap. "Okay, I want you to take out your company phone and ask FRIDAY give you step-by-step directions to the nearest vacant sleep room,” he instructed firmly.
Carlos jumped at the clap and he stared wide-eyed at Stark. “Sleep… room?” he asked. He vaguely remembered Stark mentioning them before, but Carlos had always been awake enough to hop on public transport back to his own apartment so he hadn’t needed one. Until now, he supposed.
“Uh, yes… yes sir. Friday?” He paused for a moment, listening. “Friday?” Carlos had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket.
💬 I heard Mr. Stark doesn’t use a glass when drinking milk from the fridge… he just drinks it out of the jug.
“Why do you think there are several jugs of milk in the fridge and one clearly labeled “Drink at your own risk! -TS”
“You say that as if people wouldn’t want to drink your backwash.”
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