"I thought you'd like hearing that." Garlic? Garlic. It wasn't food if there wasn't garlic- dicing that took a little bit more of his focus than the rest of everything else starting to simmer in the pot. There were more steps he'd skipped, he thinks, but he didn't need anything major. Vegetables, starch, protein, a carrier fluid by way of stock or broth which he didn't know how to make but- wasn't this a step? "You're no longer alone in the 'Keep Tony Stark Sane' club."
It was a small club. Pretty exclusive. It'd gotten smaller recently- so the additions were both a surprise and still a little startling. People didn't often sign on to deal with him.
Peggy he was still half certain only did it out of a sense of obligation, but he wasn't about to turn her away. Bull, now. That? That he still didn't know how to read.
"...I've got work." He murmured, shoulders winding tight as he added garlic to the pot, eyes dark. "It's been a rough two years. Rough couple of days before I came here." But- he swallowed down bitterness and resentment both, painting on a PR smile that's too wide and too bright to be any kind of honest. "But I'm good."
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It was a small club. Pretty exclusive. It'd gotten smaller recently- so the additions were both a surprise and still a little startling. People didn't often sign on to deal with him.
Peggy he was still half certain only did it out of a sense of obligation, but he wasn't about to turn her away. Bull, now. That? That he still didn't know how to read.
"...I've got work." He murmured, shoulders winding tight as he added garlic to the pot, eyes dark. "It's been a rough two years. Rough couple of days before I came here." But- he swallowed down bitterness and resentment both, painting on a PR smile that's too wide and too bright to be any kind of honest. "But I'm good."
Ish.
Relatively.