Tony had far too many things to think about other than James Buchanan Barnes. Or so he kept telling himself. After all, he knew they would meet someday he just didn't think it would be in the middle of a interstellar library and on a quest (he was so calling it a quest) to wrangle unicorns.
Okay. Confession. He liked saying 'wrangle'. So what if he kind of liked the idea of being in Tombstone?
Either way, he groused at being in a desert town with no sunglasses and honestly, he was just hoping their clothes didn't make people look at them too strangely. He chose the more 'Maverick' look, probably too posh but at the same time he watched far more Westerns than he cared to admit while working endlessly on projects as a kid. But his mind digressed and he needed to handle the situation at hand...
"So... I don't know much about unicorns. Is it true they you know... like virgins? Or is that just something made up?" He didn't ask anyone in particular. Just something to break the silence.
Because well... they are going to have to meet eventually anyway...
Okay. Confession. He liked saying 'wrangle'. So what if he kind of liked the idea of being in Tombstone?
Either way, he groused at being in a desert town with no sunglasses and honestly, he was just hoping their clothes didn't make people look at them too strangely. He chose the more 'Maverick' look, probably too posh but at the same time he watched far more Westerns than he cared to admit while working endlessly on projects as a kid. But his mind digressed and he needed to handle the situation at hand...
"So... I don't know much about unicorns. Is it true they you know... like virgins? Or is that just something made up?" He didn't ask anyone in particular. Just something to break the silence.