[ ...oh, for god's sake tony stark. peggy rolls her eyes. yes, she can guess. no, she won't be rushing to the unidentified someone's defense. but perhaps her expression of exasperation is defense enough. ]
And here I was under the impression you didn't know when to hold your tongue.
[ she could say a lot. she could say it's not what tony thinks it is -- but peggy's also not interested in defining anything for him, for herself, for the unnamed other person. she's made a friend, she thinks, and that is a feat in and of itself. there's no use poisoning the well by making a fuss over it.
she wants tony's affection, yes. but she doesn't need his approval. ]
It's still bloody strange being called that. [ an aunt. anyone's aunt. his, sharon's, anyone's. ] How would you feel if I went around introducing you as a nephew, hm?
[ a soft question -- one he doesn't have to answer if he can't find the energy. ]
I've already had to explain a great-niece who's nearer to my age than she ought to be. A nephew who's older shouldn't be that much of a challenge.
[ of course, it's not how she's been explaining him at all. instead, she's called him her colleague's son. but perhaps a nephew, by blood or by choice, is an easier sell.
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[ story of her ruddy life, basically. ]
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[ and he winks and pillows his head again. ]
not that I'm encouraging violence or anything.
[ not at all. nope. ]
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[ after all, next time tony mucks up she's allowed to hit him. that was the agreement, wasn't it? ]
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it wouldn't be the first or the last time I'll get punched and deserve it.
[ it's really become a habit by now, tony stark getting his ass handed to him for his mistake. ]
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Good of you to admit so. [ a beat. ] But which grade-A moron, as you've so eloquently put it, would you nominate first?
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[ but it's said with an annoying little smile. as if she can already guess even when he's not saying anything. ]
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And here I was under the impression you didn't know when to hold your tongue.
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[ he keeps eyes his closed, allows himself to inch a little closer into the almost foreign embrace of sleep. ]
even if it from my aunt.
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she wants tony's affection, yes. but she doesn't need his approval. ]
It's still bloody strange being called that. [ an aunt. anyone's aunt. his, sharon's, anyone's. ] How would you feel if I went around introducing you as a nephew, hm?
[ a soft question -- one he doesn't have to answer if he can't find the energy. ]
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[ he comments, dry and honest. ]
Though you're the one who will have to explain to them why I'm older than you, I'm not touching that.
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[ of course, it's not how she's been explaining him at all. instead, she's called him her colleague's son. but perhaps a nephew, by blood or by choice, is an easier sell.
and if it's what he wants to be called? well! ]
We'll try it on for size. See how it settles.