[ That is five different levels of incredulity, confusion, subdued rage, shame on Bruce's behalf, and sheer motherfucking offence rolled up in a single word. He takes a breath to get a good burn rolling because this is fucking perfect, it's all lined up for him, laid up on a silver platter just begging for it-
And Bruce goes and takes it all and says it his own damn self and he should stay offended. He should. He wants to. He's got his brow furrowed from where he's squinting up at him, his jaw locked, and a few explicit gestures ready to throw but nope. Bruce has every single thought he'd had laid out in turn like he was expecting it, because he was, because he knows him and gets him and how fucking dare he call Tony out like this.
Unfair. Rude. ]
That's the phone Telegrams look at and go 'damn, you basic.' [ Then and only then, with that cherry on top, can he lose his shit laughing again. High and bright and graceless, helpless, not the PR chuckle or the raggedy, hysterical thing from before. Not the breathless huff or the practiced friendly, wholesome thing or sarcastic snicker. This has fucking snorts in it, Tony's nose screwed up, eyes squeezed shut as he wheezes. ]
Fuck you, how dare- that is- that's unreasonable, that's insulting, that is slander.
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[ That is five different levels of incredulity, confusion, subdued rage, shame on Bruce's behalf, and sheer motherfucking offence rolled up in a single word. He takes a breath to get a good burn rolling because this is fucking perfect, it's all lined up for him, laid up on a silver platter just begging for it-
And Bruce goes and takes it all and says it his own damn self and he should stay offended. He should. He wants to. He's got his brow furrowed from where he's squinting up at him, his jaw locked, and a few explicit gestures ready to throw but nope. Bruce has every single thought he'd had laid out in turn like he was expecting it, because he was, because he knows him and gets him and how fucking dare he call Tony out like this.
Unfair. Rude. ]
That's the phone Telegrams look at and go 'damn, you basic.' [ Then and only then, with that cherry on top, can he lose his shit laughing again. High and bright and graceless, helpless, not the PR chuckle or the raggedy, hysterical thing from before. Not the breathless huff or the practiced friendly, wholesome thing or sarcastic snicker. This has fucking snorts in it, Tony's nose screwed up, eyes squeezed shut as he wheezes. ]
Fuck you, how dare- that is- that's unreasonable, that's insulting, that is slander.