central_librarylogs | Everyone Deserves a Second Chance

Who:Tony, Ward, & Steve [closed]
What: Second chances and talks are good for the soul, right?
When: After the Cinderella ball August 1st
Where: One of the atriums in the non-fiction section.
Warnings: Possible angst, tension and talks of second chances...
Notes:

In the last hour, over ten different astronomical patterns had slid through the black velvet sky over head. The atrium windows scrolled in Victorian architecture overhead and allowed the endless stardust littered sky to shine through like white hot beacons in the darkness. Even the low lights attached to pillars didn't dim the brightness of the spectacle. Walking through just once had drawn his attention. Another like this resided in the Fiction section, similar but not.

Tony felt more at home in non-fiction. And strangely 'native' sitting amongst open books of star charts and scrolled parchment he'd managed to buy from the Market Place. Steve must've wandered off into the darker portions of the Library... a patrol even. Tony stayed behind. After all... he didn't have a suit or a weapon worth mentioning. So he sat in the midst of mindless work testing a theory of where they might be.

After a while he realized, it was always dark outside the windows. The stars always shown... but if there was a sun it resided light years away. That wasn't just the night sky, it was space. And that realization had him leaning back away from the chart he was creating to simply lean back on his hands and stare at it. Funny... as a kid he might have actually been crazy to see this. Now? Maybe... he couldn't decide.

More so it gave him a chill that clawed it's way up his spine as he pictured war ships in an endless black landscape and the slow fall from space... Just not quite as horrifying as before.

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Tony tilted his head, simply listening to the argument back and forth. "In some weird way, mom had to love my dad. How else would she put up with him. I certainly don't know..." He held up his hands in a gesture of not getting it before dropping them in his lap. "Rich people do stupid stuff for stupid reasons... I would know."

He did it all the time. Less often lately. He was done being Howard's showboat and the media's playboy. They could keep it. Even if he did stupid things now, he did it for the right reasons. Or... he thought he did.

"But I don't think any of that really applies here." Ward didn't strike him as a rich stiff that wanted that delegate wedding and 'marrying well'. "I think you're being real. And honestly? Screw it... You lost her. But she's here. Those other people can be damned... if it makes you happy, I say grab on and hold on tight. How many get a chance like this?"

God, he wished he could completely take his own advice. But at least it seemed these two had mutual love. They had a right to get this chance. "I'd say ridiculous is more the idea of letting it slip through your fingers when that reality is right in front of you. But I could be wrong..."

"I'm not leaving her." He tilts his head, "We're never leaving each other again. Even if she's gone. I'm going."

He's made that decision, "I guess I could tell her. I don't have...a ring or anything like that but putting a ring on it...

It's real. What we have. You would know though. Your family's richer then mine was."

"It sucks doesn't it."

"Good. You shouldn't. And don't worry about that. I'm good with metal. Give me an idea of what you want, I can do it." Tony could make anything out of metal. It was, for lack of a better word, his artform. Grinning, he winked at him. "Bet I can out smith any jeweler in the world if I have the right materials."

In fact, he would be asking the Cat about it soon. He was sure he could manage something awesome given materials and just a little time. These two deserved that. Can't erase the hell, but you can help them get a better tomorrow.

"Yeah. Married to their status, image and money. I'm sure he had a good side. Somewhere in there." Tony never saw it. He actually resented people that did see it. "I know if I had that chance, I wouldn't give a damn what the media or my parents would have thought."

"...I don't pick things like that out." He looks away, "I wouldn't know where to begin. I just want her to be happy."

He clenches his fists, "She deserves that. After everything that's been done to her."....Well there are ways of dealing with people like that."

His tone implies they're not good.

"Hm.. I can do magic with metal. Maybe I can get Steve to draw up something for me to work with. He's quite the artist you know." He grinned at that, his eyes going slightly out of focus as he considered that idea. Hopefully he wouldn't say something stupid when asking Steve to design a wedding ring. "I'll be sure and make something suitable for people that do hand to hand combat, too." That was important after all.

Angling his head at the rush of anger that he couldn't deny was there. Tony may suck at picking up emotions in anyone other than Steve, but that was undeniable. "I will be the first to say... I have my own brand of justice when I don't have my moral anchor."

Pausing... he considered it a moment before offering. "But I will save that for when my anchor is gone and only then." Because if he went too far now... he couldn't take the look of disappointment or have to live ten or more feet away from each other... things like that never felt good.

Steve liked it here. Best not get thrown out.

"I didn't know Captain America was an artist."

He looks surprised at that, hands folded in front of him, "...Huh."

"...Kara suggested taking up a hobby. To keep my ...feelings in check. I don't know what though."

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