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ysabetwordsmithThis story belongs to the series Love Is For Children which includes "Love Is for Children," "Hairpins," "Blended," "Am I Not," "Eggshells," "Dolls and Guys,""Saudades," "Querencia," "Turnabout Is Fair Play," "Touching Moments," "Splash," "Coming Around," "Birthday Girl," "No Winter Lasts Forever," "Hide and Seek," "Kernel Error," "Happy Hour," "Green Eggs and Hulk,""kintsukuroi," "Little and Broken, but Still Good," "Byzantine Perplexities," "Up the Water Spout," "The Life of the Dead," "If They Could Just Stay Little," "Anahata," "When the Wheels Come Off," "Against His Own Shield," "Coming in from the Cold: Saturday: Building Towers," "Coming in from the Cold: Sunday: Shaking Foundations," "Coming in from the Cold: Monday: Memorial Day," "Coming in from the Cold: Tuesday: Facing Fears," "What Little Boys Are Made Of," "Rotten Fruit," "Keep the Homefires Burning," and "Their Old Familiar Carols Play."
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Betty Ross, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, JARVIS, DUM-E, U, Butterfingers
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Food issues, religion, past alcohol abuse, sparring, minor injury, insecurity, nonsexual ageplay, tactile issues, forgiveness, games, PTSD, boundary issues, HYDRA, teamwork, SHIELD, laboratory, messy medical details, facing the past, memory issues, frustration, interpersonal dynamics, emotional challenges, past abuse, and other angst.
Summary: Phil manages the household as Tony takes Steve and Bucky to a baseball game, and later spars with Betty and Bruce. Later that day, Bruce helps Bucky figure out some things about his body.
Notes: Team as family. Competence. Friendship. Comfort food. Emotional first aid. Nostalgia. Hot tub. Protectiveness. Hurt/comfort. Science. #coulsonlives.
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Skip to Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.
"Coming in from the Cold: Thursday: Digging for Answers" Part 4
"JARVIS darling, I'll be your hot tub guinea pig anytime," Betty said. She sounded stoned.
Phil felt stoned. He wondered how she still had enough brain left to word so much.
"Endorphins are your friends," Bruce purred.
Phil lazed in the warm, swirling water until a timer went off. Bruce shooed him and Betty out of the tub. "Go take a cool shower. Then get something to eat," Bruce advised.
Phil washed off and got dressed. He felt light and relaxed. He ambled up to the common kitchen, where Bruce and Betty were poking around the kitchen. Everyone dug into their assorted prize candy, but that only made them hungrier.
"I just realized that I forgot to eat lunch earlier," Betty said as her stomach growled.
Phil's snarled a response. "I think I need real food now," he said.
"I could make --" Bruce began.
"I have ordered lunch from Favela Cubana," said JARVIS. "The food is on its way up now. Clint and Natasha just finished target shooting and will join us shortly."
Bruce went to pick up the order and came back carrying a tray laden with empanadas stuffed with beef picadillo, chicken, sweet corn, or cinnamon-apple filling. An enormous carton of sopa de platano smelled deliciously of coconut milk and plantain with a zing of chili oil. Another carton held ensalada de peseta, some sort of mixed greens topped with mango slices and grilled chicken.
"Sweet soup?" Clint asked, appearing at Bruce's shoulder to sniff the cartons.
"It's kind of like banana coconut with a little spice," Bruce said.
"That sounds appealing," Natasha said as she ladled out servings for herself and Clint.
Mindful of his bitten lip, Phil skipped the soup and went for the salad instead. It tasted light and fresh, just the thing to settle his stomach so he wouldn't be tempted to gorge on the empanadas. The beef was tasty, although he liked the sweet corn filling better. The dessert ones came with caramel sauce.
Phil was licking the sticky topping off his fingers when Tony, Steve, and Bucky came home from the ball game. "There a few empanadas left if you want lunch," Phil said. The soup and salad were long gone.
"Ugh, no, I couldn't eat another bite," Steve said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I think New York is out of hot dogs," Bucky said.
"And cheese fries," Tony added.
"And those cinnamon sugar pretzels," Steve said. "Those were great." He looked absolutely radiant as he tossed a ball lightly in one big hand.
"You boys look like you had a good time," Phil said. "Did you buy a nice souvenir?"
"This isn't from a souvenir booth. It's from the game. Bucky caught it for me," Steve said, grinning.
"Ah, it was nothing. I swear that guy hit it right at me," Bucky said.
"Yeah, maybe," said Tony. "Fans might have tipped the team that we were in the park today. I've told you about the celebrity watch groups."
"So who gave you the fat lip?" Bucky asked Phil.
"I did," Phil and Betty chorused.
Bucky narrowed his eyes at Phil, who started to protest. It wasn't that bad, after all, just a nick and a bump. Then Phil remembered how much time Bucky had spent looking after Steve, who probably said "it's nothing" when he couldn't breathe and was drooling blood all over the street. Phil decided not to argue.
"They were playing hi-lo," Bruce explained. "Betty grabbed Phil; he landed wrong and bit his lip. I took care of it. No serious damage, but he won't be eating spicy food for a day or two."
Bucky gave Phil one last considering look, then nodded. "Okay, I'll take your word for it," he told Bruce.
"So how has everyone's day gone at the Tower?" said Steve.
"Well, Bruce and Betty and I had fun in the gym, minor mishaps notwithstanding," Phil said. "Today's paperwork was disappointing, though. Sam Wilson declined my invitation to come work at SHIELD."
"Can't say I blame him," Betty said. "Jane's not the only one passing the word that SHIELD can't be trusted."
Phil sighed. "Yes, I know. I'm trying to figure out whether that's the root cause, or if he really means the part about not wanting to abandon his post in D.C. because people need him."
"He means it," Tony said. "If you want to pry Sam away from his post, you'll need something better than bribery. I know, I've tried. I offered him a gig at Stark Industries since we're expanding our prosthetic division again. He turned me down too."
"It's not about the money, it's about the men," Steve said quietly.
Phil looked up. "Steve, maybe you could talk to Sam."
"I dunno," Steve said, tucking his chin against his chest. "I don't like playing on my fame. It makes me feel like a bully when folks can't say no."
"What I meant is, you might be able to help Sam understand that he could do more good working with us," Phil said. "Anyone with the right credentials could man the D.C. post, and there are plenty of people who'd do a good job there. The same is not true for working at SHIELD, or especially working with the Avengers. We require a higher clearance level and more tolerance for weirdness. It's not only hard to find personnel with the right basic credentials, it's hard to find ones that our people feel comfortable asking for help."
"Point," Bruce said. "SHIELD medical is full of quacks."
"So is the psych department," Clint said with a shudder.
"Except for Dr. Samson," said Bucky. "He's really swell."
"I'm not asking you to strongarm the man," Phil said to Steve. "I just think that if you explain to Sam that we could easily cover his replacement at D.C. but we can't easily find counselors to cover our people here, then he might reconsider."
"I'm in," Tony said. "I didn't think of aiming bribes at his post, I was trying to bribe Sam. But he signed the thank-you card for that office equipment. If Steve can talk Sam into taking the job, and you can find a replacement counselor, then I can sweeten the pot by upgrading all the furnishings for the VA. I've already got a contact there; Jenny would have a ball with it, and she picked things that were both safe and accessible."
"Okay, I'll talk with Sam," said Steve. "But if he says no to me, then you gotta quit bugging him."
"Agreed," Phil said, and looked at Tony.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," said Tony.
Betty's phone suddenly started playing the theme from Pinky and the Brain. "Yay, my experiment is done!" she said. "Lab time, love you, bye." She kissed Bruce on the cheek and then hurried out of the room.
The others began to drift away as well. Tony leaned down for a hug, and Phil felt something small and hard slipped into his hand. Phil tucked it into his pocket. He finished cleaning up after lunch, then headed for the elevator.
Once the doors closed, Phil pulled the object out of his pocket. There in his hand lay the little wooden Christmas tree that he'd given Tony as a silent signal. "JARVIS, where is Tony now?" asked Phil.
"Young sir is waiting for you outside your apartment," JARVIS said. "Do not worry; I am keeping an eye on him. I have only had to ask him to put the vase back on the table once."
Phil always kept a cheap vase on a wobbly table in his foyer. It made a good low-tech alarm or an emergency weapon, in case of enemies in the tower. Unfortunately it was also a temptation for young fingers.
"Can you tell me what went wrong?" Phil asked. "Everyone seemed fine in the kitchen."
"I do not believe that anything went wrong, per se," JARVIS said. "They all enjoyed the baseball game. I think it is merely that sir had to lead the outing because Steve and Bucky were unfamiliar with the excitement of a modern ball park. The emotional challenges may have left him in need of some reassurance."
"That makes sense," Phil said. He knew what it was like to do a great job but exhaust yourself in the process. That reminded him of something else. "By the way, thank you for the delightful massage in the hot tub. I was too zoned to say anything much at the time."
"You are welcome," JARVIS said.
"I think you're really onto something there," Phil encouraged. "Like Bruce said, it will take time to build up enough information to make a simplified program for it, but hot tub bodywork is wonderful. Feel free to practice on me anytime."
"I appreciate that," JARVIS said. "Your floor, Uncle Phil." The doors opened.
Tony was already in his jammies, leaning against the wall opposite the table. "Hey, Uncle Phil," he said softly.
Uncle Phil hugged him. "I'm very glad that you let me know you needed some time with me. I know it's hard for you to ask for help, and I'm really proud of you for mustering your courage to do that," he said. "Can you tell me what's going on inside of you?"
Tony was wide open, all Carter and not a shadow of Stark, his eyes huge and shimmering. "I said I was sorry and we went to the ball game and they forgave me," he said. "I don't know how to feel about that. It's all messy and it still kind of hurts." One hand rubbed fitfully over his chest.
"Okay. Let's go indoors. Maybe we can figure things out together," Phil said. He kept a comforting hand on Tony's back as they went into the living room. "Can you be a good boy and stay on the couch while I change clothes? I'm a little overdressed for this."
"I'll be good," Tony said.
Phil used the time to mull over options as well as change into his Uncle outfit. Tony often has trouble articulating his emotions in words, and doesn't feel comfortable with that, Phil mused. He usually retreats to his workshop when he gets upset. Maybe he'll find it easier to express himself through his hands.
"Do I have to talk about it?" Tony asked as soon as Phil came back.
"Only if you want to," Phil said. "I'll listen whenever you feel like talking."
Tony shrugged.
"I think I've got a better idea. Let's make a mess," Phil said.
That perked Tony right up. "What kind of mess?"
"An artistic kind of mess," Phil said. He suspected that Howard Stark's son had never gotten much opportunity to make mud pies, cover the bathroom wall in shaving cream, or indulge in other traditional childhood grubbiness. No wonder Tony gravitated toward garage work that left him covered in grease or less identifiable substances.
First Phil pulled out a big sheet to use as a dropcloth. "We can make as much mess as we want, as long as we keep it on this sheet," he explained. "That makes it easier to clean up afterwards. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah," Tony said, measuring the boundaries with his eyes.
"Next we need some messy stuff," Phil said. "Let's see ... we have glue, glitter, craft paper, contact paper, stickers, colored tape, some old magazines, a whole box of miscellaneous craft doodads ..." He piled things onto the cloth. "And some nice big pieces of posterboard for background." Finally he added safety scissors and several hole punches.
Phil was still exploring what kinds of things Tony would willingly touch, and what made him shy with his hands. Tony had enjoyed the creamy feel of fingerpaints, but some other textures made him balk. The paper and magazines were safe, the glue and stickers iffy, and the glitter would doubtless end up everywhere. Tony would almost certainly refuse to stick his fingers into the craft box, but he might dump it out and poke through things. With that in mind, Phil laid out a set of colored pencils so Tony would have something to poke with.
"Go to town," Phil invited.
* * *
Notes:
Favela Cubana makes a number of delicious foods.
Pinky and the Brain is a cartoon about laboratory mice. Enjoy the theme song.
Phil keeps a table and vase for various purposes.
[To be continued in Part 5 ...]
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Betty Ross, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, JARVIS, DUM-E, U, Butterfingers
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Food issues, religion, past alcohol abuse, sparring, minor injury, insecurity, nonsexual ageplay, tactile issues, forgiveness, games, PTSD, boundary issues, HYDRA, teamwork, SHIELD, laboratory, messy medical details, facing the past, memory issues, frustration, interpersonal dynamics, emotional challenges, past abuse, and other angst.
Summary: Phil manages the household as Tony takes Steve and Bucky to a baseball game, and later spars with Betty and Bruce. Later that day, Bruce helps Bucky figure out some things about his body.
Notes: Team as family. Competence. Friendship. Comfort food. Emotional first aid. Nostalgia. Hot tub. Protectiveness. Hurt/comfort. Science. #coulsonlives.
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Skip to Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9.
"Coming in from the Cold: Thursday: Digging for Answers" Part 4
"JARVIS darling, I'll be your hot tub guinea pig anytime," Betty said. She sounded stoned.
Phil felt stoned. He wondered how she still had enough brain left to word so much.
"Endorphins are your friends," Bruce purred.
Phil lazed in the warm, swirling water until a timer went off. Bruce shooed him and Betty out of the tub. "Go take a cool shower. Then get something to eat," Bruce advised.
Phil washed off and got dressed. He felt light and relaxed. He ambled up to the common kitchen, where Bruce and Betty were poking around the kitchen. Everyone dug into their assorted prize candy, but that only made them hungrier.
"I just realized that I forgot to eat lunch earlier," Betty said as her stomach growled.
Phil's snarled a response. "I think I need real food now," he said.
"I could make --" Bruce began.
"I have ordered lunch from Favela Cubana," said JARVIS. "The food is on its way up now. Clint and Natasha just finished target shooting and will join us shortly."
Bruce went to pick up the order and came back carrying a tray laden with empanadas stuffed with beef picadillo, chicken, sweet corn, or cinnamon-apple filling. An enormous carton of sopa de platano smelled deliciously of coconut milk and plantain with a zing of chili oil. Another carton held ensalada de peseta, some sort of mixed greens topped with mango slices and grilled chicken.
"Sweet soup?" Clint asked, appearing at Bruce's shoulder to sniff the cartons.
"It's kind of like banana coconut with a little spice," Bruce said.
"That sounds appealing," Natasha said as she ladled out servings for herself and Clint.
Mindful of his bitten lip, Phil skipped the soup and went for the salad instead. It tasted light and fresh, just the thing to settle his stomach so he wouldn't be tempted to gorge on the empanadas. The beef was tasty, although he liked the sweet corn filling better. The dessert ones came with caramel sauce.
Phil was licking the sticky topping off his fingers when Tony, Steve, and Bucky came home from the ball game. "There a few empanadas left if you want lunch," Phil said. The soup and salad were long gone.
"Ugh, no, I couldn't eat another bite," Steve said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I think New York is out of hot dogs," Bucky said.
"And cheese fries," Tony added.
"And those cinnamon sugar pretzels," Steve said. "Those were great." He looked absolutely radiant as he tossed a ball lightly in one big hand.
"You boys look like you had a good time," Phil said. "Did you buy a nice souvenir?"
"This isn't from a souvenir booth. It's from the game. Bucky caught it for me," Steve said, grinning.
"Ah, it was nothing. I swear that guy hit it right at me," Bucky said.
"Yeah, maybe," said Tony. "Fans might have tipped the team that we were in the park today. I've told you about the celebrity watch groups."
"So who gave you the fat lip?" Bucky asked Phil.
"I did," Phil and Betty chorused.
Bucky narrowed his eyes at Phil, who started to protest. It wasn't that bad, after all, just a nick and a bump. Then Phil remembered how much time Bucky had spent looking after Steve, who probably said "it's nothing" when he couldn't breathe and was drooling blood all over the street. Phil decided not to argue.
"They were playing hi-lo," Bruce explained. "Betty grabbed Phil; he landed wrong and bit his lip. I took care of it. No serious damage, but he won't be eating spicy food for a day or two."
Bucky gave Phil one last considering look, then nodded. "Okay, I'll take your word for it," he told Bruce.
"So how has everyone's day gone at the Tower?" said Steve.
"Well, Bruce and Betty and I had fun in the gym, minor mishaps notwithstanding," Phil said. "Today's paperwork was disappointing, though. Sam Wilson declined my invitation to come work at SHIELD."
"Can't say I blame him," Betty said. "Jane's not the only one passing the word that SHIELD can't be trusted."
Phil sighed. "Yes, I know. I'm trying to figure out whether that's the root cause, or if he really means the part about not wanting to abandon his post in D.C. because people need him."
"He means it," Tony said. "If you want to pry Sam away from his post, you'll need something better than bribery. I know, I've tried. I offered him a gig at Stark Industries since we're expanding our prosthetic division again. He turned me down too."
"It's not about the money, it's about the men," Steve said quietly.
Phil looked up. "Steve, maybe you could talk to Sam."
"I dunno," Steve said, tucking his chin against his chest. "I don't like playing on my fame. It makes me feel like a bully when folks can't say no."
"What I meant is, you might be able to help Sam understand that he could do more good working with us," Phil said. "Anyone with the right credentials could man the D.C. post, and there are plenty of people who'd do a good job there. The same is not true for working at SHIELD, or especially working with the Avengers. We require a higher clearance level and more tolerance for weirdness. It's not only hard to find personnel with the right basic credentials, it's hard to find ones that our people feel comfortable asking for help."
"Point," Bruce said. "SHIELD medical is full of quacks."
"So is the psych department," Clint said with a shudder.
"Except for Dr. Samson," said Bucky. "He's really swell."
"I'm not asking you to strongarm the man," Phil said to Steve. "I just think that if you explain to Sam that we could easily cover his replacement at D.C. but we can't easily find counselors to cover our people here, then he might reconsider."
"I'm in," Tony said. "I didn't think of aiming bribes at his post, I was trying to bribe Sam. But he signed the thank-you card for that office equipment. If Steve can talk Sam into taking the job, and you can find a replacement counselor, then I can sweeten the pot by upgrading all the furnishings for the VA. I've already got a contact there; Jenny would have a ball with it, and she picked things that were both safe and accessible."
"Okay, I'll talk with Sam," said Steve. "But if he says no to me, then you gotta quit bugging him."
"Agreed," Phil said, and looked at Tony.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," said Tony.
Betty's phone suddenly started playing the theme from Pinky and the Brain. "Yay, my experiment is done!" she said. "Lab time, love you, bye." She kissed Bruce on the cheek and then hurried out of the room.
The others began to drift away as well. Tony leaned down for a hug, and Phil felt something small and hard slipped into his hand. Phil tucked it into his pocket. He finished cleaning up after lunch, then headed for the elevator.
Once the doors closed, Phil pulled the object out of his pocket. There in his hand lay the little wooden Christmas tree that he'd given Tony as a silent signal. "JARVIS, where is Tony now?" asked Phil.
"Young sir is waiting for you outside your apartment," JARVIS said. "Do not worry; I am keeping an eye on him. I have only had to ask him to put the vase back on the table once."
Phil always kept a cheap vase on a wobbly table in his foyer. It made a good low-tech alarm or an emergency weapon, in case of enemies in the tower. Unfortunately it was also a temptation for young fingers.
"Can you tell me what went wrong?" Phil asked. "Everyone seemed fine in the kitchen."
"I do not believe that anything went wrong, per se," JARVIS said. "They all enjoyed the baseball game. I think it is merely that sir had to lead the outing because Steve and Bucky were unfamiliar with the excitement of a modern ball park. The emotional challenges may have left him in need of some reassurance."
"That makes sense," Phil said. He knew what it was like to do a great job but exhaust yourself in the process. That reminded him of something else. "By the way, thank you for the delightful massage in the hot tub. I was too zoned to say anything much at the time."
"You are welcome," JARVIS said.
"I think you're really onto something there," Phil encouraged. "Like Bruce said, it will take time to build up enough information to make a simplified program for it, but hot tub bodywork is wonderful. Feel free to practice on me anytime."
"I appreciate that," JARVIS said. "Your floor, Uncle Phil." The doors opened.
Tony was already in his jammies, leaning against the wall opposite the table. "Hey, Uncle Phil," he said softly.
Uncle Phil hugged him. "I'm very glad that you let me know you needed some time with me. I know it's hard for you to ask for help, and I'm really proud of you for mustering your courage to do that," he said. "Can you tell me what's going on inside of you?"
Tony was wide open, all Carter and not a shadow of Stark, his eyes huge and shimmering. "I said I was sorry and we went to the ball game and they forgave me," he said. "I don't know how to feel about that. It's all messy and it still kind of hurts." One hand rubbed fitfully over his chest.
"Okay. Let's go indoors. Maybe we can figure things out together," Phil said. He kept a comforting hand on Tony's back as they went into the living room. "Can you be a good boy and stay on the couch while I change clothes? I'm a little overdressed for this."
"I'll be good," Tony said.
Phil used the time to mull over options as well as change into his Uncle outfit. Tony often has trouble articulating his emotions in words, and doesn't feel comfortable with that, Phil mused. He usually retreats to his workshop when he gets upset. Maybe he'll find it easier to express himself through his hands.
"Do I have to talk about it?" Tony asked as soon as Phil came back.
"Only if you want to," Phil said. "I'll listen whenever you feel like talking."
Tony shrugged.
"I think I've got a better idea. Let's make a mess," Phil said.
That perked Tony right up. "What kind of mess?"
"An artistic kind of mess," Phil said. He suspected that Howard Stark's son had never gotten much opportunity to make mud pies, cover the bathroom wall in shaving cream, or indulge in other traditional childhood grubbiness. No wonder Tony gravitated toward garage work that left him covered in grease or less identifiable substances.
First Phil pulled out a big sheet to use as a dropcloth. "We can make as much mess as we want, as long as we keep it on this sheet," he explained. "That makes it easier to clean up afterwards. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah," Tony said, measuring the boundaries with his eyes.
"Next we need some messy stuff," Phil said. "Let's see ... we have glue, glitter, craft paper, contact paper, stickers, colored tape, some old magazines, a whole box of miscellaneous craft doodads ..." He piled things onto the cloth. "And some nice big pieces of posterboard for background." Finally he added safety scissors and several hole punches.
Phil was still exploring what kinds of things Tony would willingly touch, and what made him shy with his hands. Tony had enjoyed the creamy feel of fingerpaints, but some other textures made him balk. The paper and magazines were safe, the glue and stickers iffy, and the glitter would doubtless end up everywhere. Tony would almost certainly refuse to stick his fingers into the craft box, but he might dump it out and poke through things. With that in mind, Phil laid out a set of colored pencils so Tony would have something to poke with.
"Go to town," Phil invited.
* * *
Notes:
Favela Cubana makes a number of delicious foods.
Pinky and the Brain is a cartoon about laboratory mice. Enjoy the theme song.
Phil keeps a table and vase for various purposes.
[To be continued in Part 5 ...]
(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 01:26 am (UTC)And I want corn empanadas now, drat it.
Thank you!
Date: 2017-11-26 01:47 am (UTC)He's learning. :D
>> And I want corn empanadas now, drat it.<<
Yeah, they're my favorite too.
Re: Thank you!
Date: 2017-11-26 12:09 pm (UTC)aaaaand
Date: 2017-11-26 01:28 am (UTC)Re: aaaaand
Date: 2017-11-26 01:43 am (UTC)Re: aaaaand
Date: 2017-11-26 03:20 am (UTC)Besides, they'd probably have much better things to do, like fixing it instead.
Re: aaaaand
Date: 2017-11-26 03:46 am (UTC)Certainly so.
>> Besides, they'd probably have much better things to do, like fixing it instead.<<
This is also true.
(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 01:56 am (UTC)Enjoyed this chapter. Thanks! :)
Thoughts
Date: 2017-11-26 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 03:34 am (UTC)Also, yay JARVIS for playing along.
Andi
Thoughts
Date: 2017-11-26 05:00 am (UTC)Yeah, Tony's erratic about a lot of things. He doesn't like being handed things and can be finicky about textures, especially sticky things. But then he'll get in the workshop, cover himself in grease, and not come out for days. Go figure. Phil is learning, though -- the main thing is just giving Tony choices instead of trying to force him.
>> Also, yay JARVIS for playing along.<<
He's getting used to dealing with more people. He's also learning how the ageplay works. Those things raise his confidence, making JARVIS speak up more often.
(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 06:42 am (UTC)Yes ...
Date: 2017-11-26 07:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-26 07:08 am (UTC)Thoughts
Date: 2017-11-26 08:54 am (UTC)Yay!
>> Bucky listening to Bruce about one of his people being fine shows really well hows he's decided that Bruce is reliable (at least in health contexts) <<
Bucky has learned that lesson quite firmly.
meta-comment
Date: 2017-11-26 10:55 am (UTC)Re: meta-comment
Date: 2017-11-26 10:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-27 05:54 am (UTC)Thoughts
Date: 2017-11-27 09:18 am (UTC)Thank you!
>>I'm a little confused though why it doesn't show up in the list on the landing page.<<
It's new, I just haven't added it yet.
>> Great job showing all the interpersonal relationship work,<<
Yay!
(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-27 12:02 pm (UTC)I'm sure fans would know about Captain America and Iron Man, but would they know who Bucky is? Recognise him on the street, I mean? Just wondering. Cool that he caught the ball, though.
I liked the discussion about why Sam wouldn't want to join Shield, and how they could try to entice him over. I especially liked the way Steve didn't want to play on his fame, in case it came over as bullying.
Ah, the Christmas tree signal! Nice to see it again. And, yeah, I can see how Tony would get emotionally fatigued.
Off to read the next part. :-)
Zelofheda
Thoughts
Date: 2017-11-28 05:34 am (UTC)We have an empanada place not too far from here, and I'm quite fond of them. Some of the flavors are the same as mentioned in this story.
>> I'm sure fans would know about Captain America and Iron Man, but would they know who Bucky is? Recognise him on the street, I mean? Just wondering. Cool that he caught the ball, though.<<
While more fans would recognize Captain America and Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes also has his own smaller set of fans.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-02-05 04:56 am (UTC)Well ...
Date: 2019-02-05 05:18 am (UTC)Re: Well ...
Date: 2019-02-06 03:31 am (UTC)