If we're being technical, it was actually one of the Beatles.
[ she's being deliberately glib, but it's only partly to minimise his responsibility for the whole situation. laura does believe — quite firmly in fact — that tony doesn't owe her an apology, but more importantly she's trying to decide if she wants to share.
it's an ordeal of a task at the best of times. for all she's improved on her youth, laura is still prone to caginess at best, stoic refusal at worst. words catch in her throat like they're barbed, and she's never much liked opening up even with the people that she adores. so it's not easy, and her eyes slide towards the ceiling as she leans back on one of her hands, contemplating a shadow as she clears her throat. ]
I have...experience, with outside influences taking over like that. [ a sip of her coffee, though the pause doesn't make her speech any smoother. she's careful, bordering on stilted. out of practice. ] So I mean it when I say you don't have to apologise.
[ When she glances away, Tony takes advantage of the opportunity to study her without getting one of those all-too-direct looks back. Something about the way Laura's capable of looking at him makes him feel like she's able to see the thoughts painted across the insides of his skull. Not that he minds, really, but it's a little intense.
It's the first time he's heard her express herself like this, which is also remarkable, even if she's barely said anything. He keeps his gaze narrowed at her for a few more beats, frowning faintly. ]
Experience. Is that what turned you into.. [ He lifts a hand at her, vaguely indicating her whole deal. He's seen for himself how quickly she can heal, her strength and speed. He'd been waiting for the chance to ask, honestly. ]
[ she expects questions. even if it weren't a very human reaction, it is tony stark she's dealing with here, and she's pretty sure that every tony across the entire multiverse has a nosy streak. she expects a follow up, and tony doesn't disappoint.
laura gives something that might be a faint smile. when laura first arrived in the city she'd been incredibly protective of her powers, careful to hide it from the world, but these days she's far less secretive about it. the secret identity thing never did much for her, frankly.
still. being open about her regenerative powers is one thing, talking about how she got that way is another. ]
I was...designed to be like this. [ she gives a quick, small shrug, tipping her head to the side to glance back at tony. ] You don't have mutants in your world, do you.
Not ones like you. Or the.. blue guy with the tail.
[ Tony reaches up to touch his jaw, the memory of Kurt's uppercut still very much in the forefront of his mind. He drops his hand and studies Laura thoughtfully. ]
Got some experience of being around people on the wrong side of science experiments, though. [ He frowns, remembering Killian. And Maya. He's pretty sure Maya would have liked to meet Laura, though he thinks maybe it's better for everyone that it's unlikely to happen. ]
Can't be fun. I'm sorry if being here makes that all.. difficult. If I made it difficult. Truly, I am.
[ she remembers the conversation with another tony stark very clearly even now, the revelation that she wasn't a clone, whatever that's supposed to mean, but she was still engineered in a lab, designed to be a weapon.
laura has done a lot of work to think of herself as something more than what she was created for, but it's a fact that's never far from her mind. ]
I understand the...guilt. If it helps, I'll accept your apology.
[ she shifts a little, drawing a leg up and twisting towards him. laura isn't one to be particularly verbose at the best of times, let alone running up against some particularly prickly topics for her, but it feels like--a moment, to make an effort. she's serious, earnest, when she meets his gaze. ]
[ He reaches out to absently set a hand on Laura's knee, for once a gesture of comfort instead of a come-on. While he hasn't known her long enough to understand the rare gift he's being offered, he's able to pick up on the fact that she's trying, and he appreciates it. ]
I've got a lot to make up for, karmically. Not just here. So it's not you, it's me. [ He screws his face up a bit. ] I'm not used to doing the whole apology thing, I might be overcompensating? I don't know.
[ With a sigh, he pats her leg, gently. ] But, all right, if we're cool, then we're cool.
There you go. Save your apologies for the actions you were in control of.
[ she's not touchy, really. laura doesn't tend towards a gentle squeeze of a shoulder, greeting hugs, or comforting rubs. it's not really her thing, so she doesn't do anything right away.
she doesn't shy away from the touch, though, laura just doesn't react. not immediately, but after a moment slides away she places her hand on top of his. half a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, as she squeezes lightly. ]
[ Her hand is warm and strong, surprisingly soft for someone he's now pretty sure is capable of pulling an engine apart. Tony holds her gaze and smiles softly, rubbing her knee with his thumb. ]
Believe me when I say there's literally nothing I can't fix. Don't worry about it. He'll be back in time to record Abbey Road.
[ His fingers spread out a little bit underneath her touch, his gaze still lingering on hers. Exploratory, suggestive. ]
Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you? Really, anything at all.
[ laura feels it as the moment shifts — the spread of his fingers, but more than that too. it hangs subtle in the air, but it's enough for her to catch the scent, and she debates with herself for all of half a second. he doesn't have to apologise, she's made that clear, she doesn't want apologies.
but. but, his hand is on her knee and they're already on her bed, and she doesn't much feel like finishing the coffee now anyway. it's easy enough to set it aside, other hand still lingering over tony's. ]
You mean there's more on offer than muffins?
[ it's easier still to slide his hand further up her leg, to guide it up to the hem of her shorts at her inner thigh. she doesn't do much here at all, it isn't a home, barely even a room that she occupies, but there's a strange appeal to fucking around with tony in this shitty little dorm apartment. some added layer of thrill on top of the interest already simmering away. ]
How many orgasms would you say makes it up? Purely...out of curiosity.
[ His grin widens when her hand starts to tug him further up her leg. He doesn't need much more encouragement than that to work his fingertips into her shorts a little way, enjoying the soft warmth of her skin and the easy tension in her gaze. This is familiar territory, even if their surroundings aren't his usual style.
He reaches over to set his coffee down on the floor and scoots up a bit on the bed. ]
Oh, at least two -- three? Four. [ Still holding her gaze, he lifts his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. ] Maybe I should just.. start, and you can tell me when you want me to stop.
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[ she's being deliberately glib, but it's only partly to minimise his responsibility for the whole situation. laura does believe — quite firmly in fact — that tony doesn't owe her an apology, but more importantly she's trying to decide if she wants to share.
it's an ordeal of a task at the best of times. for all she's improved on her youth, laura is still prone to caginess at best, stoic refusal at worst. words catch in her throat like they're barbed, and she's never much liked opening up even with the people that she adores. so it's not easy, and her eyes slide towards the ceiling as she leans back on one of her hands, contemplating a shadow as she clears her throat. ]
I have...experience, with outside influences taking over like that. [ a sip of her coffee, though the pause doesn't make her speech any smoother. she's careful, bordering on stilted. out of practice. ] So I mean it when I say you don't have to apologise.
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It's the first time he's heard her express herself like this, which is also remarkable, even if she's barely said anything. He keeps his gaze narrowed at her for a few more beats, frowning faintly. ]
Experience. Is that what turned you into.. [ He lifts a hand at her, vaguely indicating her whole deal. He's seen for himself how quickly she can heal, her strength and speed. He'd been waiting for the chance to ask, honestly. ]
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[ she expects questions. even if it weren't a very human reaction, it is tony stark she's dealing with here, and she's pretty sure that every tony across the entire multiverse has a nosy streak. she expects a follow up, and tony doesn't disappoint.
laura gives something that might be a faint smile. when laura first arrived in the city she'd been incredibly protective of her powers, careful to hide it from the world, but these days she's far less secretive about it. the secret identity thing never did much for her, frankly.
still. being open about her regenerative powers is one thing, talking about how she got that way is another. ]
I was...designed to be like this. [ she gives a quick, small shrug, tipping her head to the side to glance back at tony. ] You don't have mutants in your world, do you.
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[ Tony reaches up to touch his jaw, the memory of Kurt's uppercut still very much in the forefront of his mind. He drops his hand and studies Laura thoughtfully. ]
Got some experience of being around people on the wrong side of science experiments, though. [ He frowns, remembering Killian. And Maya. He's pretty sure Maya would have liked to meet Laura, though he thinks maybe it's better for everyone that it's unlikely to happen. ]
Can't be fun. I'm sorry if being here makes that all.. difficult. If I made it difficult. Truly, I am.
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[ she remembers the conversation with another tony stark very clearly even now, the revelation that she wasn't a clone, whatever that's supposed to mean, but she was still engineered in a lab, designed to be a weapon.
laura has done a lot of work to think of herself as something more than what she was created for, but it's a fact that's never far from her mind. ]
I understand the...guilt. If it helps, I'll accept your apology.
[ she shifts a little, drawing a leg up and twisting towards him. laura isn't one to be particularly verbose at the best of times, let alone running up against some particularly prickly topics for her, but it feels like--a moment, to make an effort. she's serious, earnest, when she meets his gaze. ]
But you don't owe me anything, Tony.
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[ He reaches out to absently set a hand on Laura's knee, for once a gesture of comfort instead of a come-on. While he hasn't known her long enough to understand the rare gift he's being offered, he's able to pick up on the fact that she's trying, and he appreciates it. ]
I've got a lot to make up for, karmically. Not just here. So it's not you, it's me. [ He screws his face up a bit. ] I'm not used to doing the whole apology thing, I might be overcompensating? I don't know.
[ With a sigh, he pats her leg, gently. ] But, all right, if we're cool, then we're cool.
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[ she's not touchy, really. laura doesn't tend towards a gentle squeeze of a shoulder, greeting hugs, or comforting rubs. it's not really her thing, so she doesn't do anything right away.
she doesn't shy away from the touch, though, laura just doesn't react. not immediately, but after a moment slides away she places her hand on top of his. half a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, as she squeezes lightly. ]
Sorry I broke your drone. Is it salvageable?
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Believe me when I say there's literally nothing I can't fix. Don't worry about it. He'll be back in time to record Abbey Road.
[ His fingers spread out a little bit underneath her touch, his gaze still lingering on hers. Exploratory, suggestive. ]
Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you? Really, anything at all.
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but. but, his hand is on her knee and they're already on her bed, and she doesn't much feel like finishing the coffee now anyway. it's easy enough to set it aside, other hand still lingering over tony's. ]
You mean there's more on offer than muffins?
[ it's easier still to slide his hand further up her leg, to guide it up to the hem of her shorts at her inner thigh. she doesn't do much here at all, it isn't a home, barely even a room that she occupies, but there's a strange appeal to fucking around with tony in this shitty little dorm apartment. some added layer of thrill on top of the interest already simmering away. ]
How many orgasms would you say makes it up? Purely...out of curiosity.
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He reaches over to set his coffee down on the floor and scoots up a bit on the bed. ]
Oh, at least two -- three? Four. [ Still holding her gaze, he lifts his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. ] Maybe I should just.. start, and you can tell me when you want me to stop.