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imafuturist) wrote2016-03-25 06:10 am
imafuturist) wrote2016-03-25 06:10 am
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Apartment Above Stark Industries, Friday Afternoon
Tony shot up, one hand immediately going to his now perfectly normal chest before registering where he was.
"Time'z'it?" he mumbled, pressing the heel of his hand against the bridge of his nose stabilize the pounding in his head as he quickly silenced all the data feeds surging in at once. Again, no clue how natural telepaths lived like this all the time.
"It is currently 1:26 P.M. Eastern standard time," JARVIS supplied helpfully.
He untangled himself from the throw blanket and sat up on the couch to glare at where Fox News was still quietly playing on the TV. Because Tony was a masochist.
Ugh, naps were simultaneously the best and worst things in the world.
[for the housemate!]
"Time'z'it?" he mumbled, pressing the heel of his hand against the bridge of his nose stabilize the pounding in his head as he quickly silenced all the data feeds surging in at once. Again, no clue how natural telepaths lived like this all the time.
"It is currently 1:26 P.M. Eastern standard time," JARVIS supplied helpfully.
He untangled himself from the throw blanket and sat up on the couch to glare at where Fox News was still quietly playing on the TV. Because Tony was a masochist.
Ugh, naps were simultaneously the best and worst things in the world.
[for the housemate!]
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