Why Does This Sound Like A Stucky In The 40s Conversation?

Tony, angry for no reason: Nobody talk to me, I'm fucking angry!

Peter, pouting: Not even me?

Tony, frowning: No, of course not, why would you say that? You can always talk to me.

Tony, still angry: I'm still angry so no one is allowed to talk to me!

Tony, turning to Peter, using his soft tone: Except you, Tesoro. I love you. I love talking to you.

when fanfic writers put in their author’s notes “this was so self indulgent” man i’m so happy for you. i hope so. i hope you had a blast making this. i love you

Robert Downey Jr. as Tony Stark/Iron Man 2008-2019

Stephen was standing in a corner nursing a drink when he was approached by a young man who had a look of determination on his face. Great. Either its someone who idolize him, wants him to be a mentor or a gold digger. They were at the mingling period for the conference he was attending about the latest and greatest break through in the medical field.

" Dr. Strange... it's an honor to meet you sir"

" I'm sure. Look, I'm trying to have a nice quiet evening. Get what you came over here to say. I'm single but I'm not looking for a partner currently no matter how cute you are. I'm not looking to mentor anyone. If you have what it takes then I'll see you back here next year kudos to you. If your just gonna fan boy and tell me how great I am, you have two minutes. If your going to tell me how I inspired you with my talent you can-"

" You did inspire me. But not for the reasons your thinking of. 10 years ago my uncle died on your operating table. "

Stephen steps back and stares into the brown eyes of the young man infront of him. He has a hardly had any deaths in his records. He swallowed a sip of his drink, clearing his throat.

" I am sorry for your loss... I assure you I would have done everything in my power to save him."

The guy sighs and nods his head glancing down and then back up at him.

" I hated you. For years. You were the best of the best, that's that the nurses said. And yet my Uncle still died under your knife. ... I swore I would never let anything like that happen again to anyone else. That you must have made a mistake.... that you weren't good enough to save my uncle."

Shifting his feet a little he glances over his should looking around the room. " But no one could have saved him from that wound.... I went to school, graduated early with honors and I know... I know you did everything you could, it just that the tools we had available at the time weren't good enough. -

It's why I'm here, I've created a several new tools that help out the field and I wanted to thank you."

He smiles and reaches his hand out for a hand shake

" My hatred for you pushed me to help others more. The designs and tools I've help patent... they are going to save lives. And I have you to thank for that Dr. Strange. It's an honor to be in the field with you"

Stephen stared at the young man longer before reaching out and shaking his hand.

" What's your name?"

The young man blushes as he shakes Stephen's hand

" Oh! Um Peter, unm Dr. Peter Parker Sir... forgot to introduce myself"

" Well Dr. Parker, let's get a table and you can tell me all about these new patents"

Tony Stark has been and always will be my number one shayla 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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Jason should kill the Joker and just not tell anyone. like, lets be real here, if he were to silently slip in and kill the Joker in his sleep, are any of the workers at Arkham really going to give enough of a shit to say anything??? with the paperwork they’d have to do, and the attention they’d get once the media caught wind of the break in/murder, i bet all Jason would have to do is leave like, a basket of muffins next to the dead body as a thank you and the staff would just dispose of the body and shut the fuck up about it.

i bet you he could get through a solid six to eight month period of being weirdly happy and interactive with the rest of the family before Dick finally asks why he’s been in such a good mood lately over family dinner

Jason, casually: i dunno, i guess i’ve just had a weight lifted from my shoulders; there’s less to drive me away now.

Bruce, thinking he’s finally done something right: aw Jaylad, i’m so happy you’re feeling more comfortable!

Dick, the only batkid around when Jason was Robin, remembering all the times Jason would transform into the happiest kid on the planet only for them to find out a week later it was because he’d pushed a bully down the stairs at school and fractured his wrist: hold on B.

Dick: Jay, what weight has been lifted?

Jason, still nonplussed: well i finally got my GED, and the Joker thing really calmed the lazarus rage. also Steph got me into puppy yoga, we go once a week.

Bruce:

Bruce: what Joker thing.

Jason, glancing up from his food: ? d’i not mention that? he’s dead, man.

Bruce:

Dick:

Dick: sorry, what?

Tim: why the fuck am i never invited to puppy yoga?

Bruce, having a panic attack: y- what are you talking about Jay-

Tim: i would LOVE to go to puppy yoga. what the FUCK?

Jason, shrugging: you can come to puppy yoga, replacement, it’s all good

Bruce: the Joker’s dead?

Tim: FUCK YEAH, PUPPY YOGA

Jason: i think they do it with goats too.

Damian: i would be interested in this activity.

Jason: hell yeah family yoga session

Bruce: JASON PLEASE EXPAND ON THE JOKER THING

Jason: no i don’t like your tone. anyway, dick, puppy yoga?

Dick:

Dick, glancing at Bruce’s glare nervously: …i would be down for puppy yoga

“You can’t consume problematic media!”

Maybe YOU can’t. I, on the other hand, have critical thinking skills and a lot of spite.