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st_arkravinghazelnut) wrote2018-09-12 12:13 am
st_arkravinghazelnut) wrote2018-09-12 12:13 am
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Most of Tony's excursions with Liz had been day trips--dawn til dusk at the longest. While Tony Stark was a work horse that had acclimated to a steady diet of caffeine to fuel 72-hour development binges, he was self-aware enough to admit that that wasn't a reasonable expectation to hold everyone to, least of all his teenage research assistant. For a good week, their trips had been on hiatus. Since the attack on the inn that left Tony returning from the absolute brink of death, even while recovering he was far more concerned with her mental state than his physical one.
That was, of course, to say nothing of his own mental state. Barnes' arrival coincided with Rogers', neither of whom Tony ever felt prepared to see. Thor had been his rock throughout the entire latter half of August and rocky start to September, and he felt truly ready to return to routine. Once Liz had assured him she had as well, he pitched the idea of a 3-day-long camping trip for the two of them. Counter-intuitive, but there was a logic: less tight scheduling, familiarity with their surroundings, some glamorously modified tents courtesy of Tony's inevitable road to glamping. Besides that, he had no plans to emphasize strict business. Leisure was just as, if not more important in the wake of everything.
At the Copper Cafe, their usual meeting spot, Tony was up bright and early as the sun peeked out over the distant horizon to illuminate the eatery with its first orange rays. Awaiting Liz's arrival, Tony stocked up on coffee while his backpacking pack sat beside him.
That was, of course, to say nothing of his own mental state. Barnes' arrival coincided with Rogers', neither of whom Tony ever felt prepared to see. Thor had been his rock throughout the entire latter half of August and rocky start to September, and he felt truly ready to return to routine. Once Liz had assured him she had as well, he pitched the idea of a 3-day-long camping trip for the two of them. Counter-intuitive, but there was a logic: less tight scheduling, familiarity with their surroundings, some glamorously modified tents courtesy of Tony's inevitable road to glamping. Besides that, he had no plans to emphasize strict business. Leisure was just as, if not more important in the wake of everything.
At the Copper Cafe, their usual meeting spot, Tony was up bright and early as the sun peeked out over the distant horizon to illuminate the eatery with its first orange rays. Awaiting Liz's arrival, Tony stocked up on coffee while his backpacking pack sat beside him.