[As long as the programming's not, she says. So simple, yet so not.]
... I suppose if I can make friends with a womanizing and arrogant millionaire I could afford to spare some patience for someone in far more need of acquaintances.
Fair enough. [ she concedes the point and makes certain to acknowledge the depth of patience and tolerance in the man sitting across from her. ] It takes a certain kind of person not to clean Howard's clock every quarter hour.
[ she means punch him in the face, though. not...actually clean his actual clocks. ]
[HE LOOKS VERY PREPARED TO CORRECT HER because he doesn't clean them THAT regularly. But then he catches on and snaps his mouth shut for a moment. Ehem.]
And I won't have to be concerned about handling any strange inventions here, too. Have I ever told you about the time I had accidentally caught myself in one of his terrible contraptions?
[ peggy is certain he has told her. perhaps more than once. but right now -- blood low-key buzzing with whiskey and the new year ringing in her ears? she's prepared to hear it again. prepared to hear it a hundred times because as lovely as some of these fleet-based opportunities have been, she feels a spike of nostalgia now and then. ]
Caught yourself! Heavens, don't tell me you were poking your nose where it didn't belong. Howard's work-bench is a perilous place.
[ things have been too blue. she'll join him in shunting them towards cheer. ]
It was some terrible gravity machine that flattened me like a pancake in the shed. Quite the opposite of what Mr. Stark ever intended it to do. I couldn't move for hours!
[A WOEFUL SIGH.]
Oh, it was the worst. A mouse had gotten caught in it, too. I dare say I've grown more appreciative of those nasty little creatures after it kept me company for a few hours while I lamented over my whole life story.
Serves you right for venturing into the shed, I imagine. [ of course jarvis had reason to enter a shed. peggy doesn't doubt he's the one who put the gravity machine out there in the first place when howard had need of room for other disasters. ]
...Has he ever managed to invent something that hasn't gone terribly wrong? Somehow?
[ an exception is made for his hand in enhancing steve, of course. ]
As hard to believe as it often seems, Mr. Stark gets... quite frustrated at times with how — pear-shaped, you call it, his inventions become. His intentions are usually quite innocent.
[Howard doesn't show his frustrations extremely often, but.
He is surprisingly human under all that gelled hair and ego.
Not that Jarvis has to tell Peggy, he's pretty sure.]
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... I suppose if I can make friends with a womanizing and arrogant millionaire I could afford to spare some patience for someone in far more need of acquaintances.
I will aim to do my very best, Miss Carter.
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[ she means punch him in the face, though. not...actually clean his actual clocks. ]
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And I won't have to be concerned about handling any strange inventions here, too. Have I ever told you about the time I had accidentally caught myself in one of his terrible contraptions?
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Caught yourself! Heavens, don't tell me you were poking your nose where it didn't belong. Howard's work-bench is a perilous place.
[ things have been too blue. she'll join him in shunting them towards cheer. ]
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[A WOEFUL SIGH.]
Oh, it was the worst. A mouse had gotten caught in it, too. I dare say I've grown more appreciative of those nasty little creatures after it kept me company for a few hours while I lamented over my whole life story.
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...Has he ever managed to invent something that hasn't gone terribly wrong? Somehow?
[ an exception is made for his hand in enhancing steve, of course. ]
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... However...
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... I may have... misplaced it for the sake of job security.
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Tragically, Robert Stark the dish-washing robot met a grizzly fate.
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-- Dare I ask?
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... He had been caught in the... failed explosion of another kitchen invention. I had elected to ban Mr. Stark from the kitchen since then.
I may have to put locks on the doors.
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[He smiles, sympathetically on Howard's part.]
As hard to believe as it often seems, Mr. Stark gets... quite frustrated at times with how — pear-shaped, you call it, his inventions become. His intentions are usually quite innocent.
[Howard doesn't show his frustrations extremely often, but.
He is surprisingly human under all that gelled hair and ego.
Not that Jarvis has to tell Peggy, he's pretty sure.]