When the touch on his arm isn't as chilly as he expects it to be, he gives an oddly giddy smile. He understands Elsa's abilities are magical in origin. And the adult in Tony thinks that word is an excuse for a real explanation, but there's a child somewhere deep inside him that still thinks there was a little bit of magic in that January Yellowstone blue sky.
He darted his brows and glanced off to the left, thoughtful.
She'd said extraordinary, not magical, not supernatural, not inhuman. Extraordinary. Sometimes, he felt like he might fit that category. Other times, he felt alone and vulnerable and the odd man out.
Well, anymore he just felt lonely, and he was half to blame for that.
"Must be nice. Feeling like you have somewhere to fit with her. She why you started doing this whole thing? Not a bad motivator."
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Date: 2018-07-10 03:24 am (UTC)He darted his brows and glanced off to the left, thoughtful.
She'd said extraordinary, not magical, not supernatural, not inhuman. Extraordinary. Sometimes, he felt like he might fit that category. Other times, he felt alone and vulnerable and the odd man out.
Well, anymore he just felt lonely, and he was half to blame for that.
"Must be nice. Feeling like you have somewhere to fit with her. She why you started doing this whole thing? Not a bad motivator."