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[right][hr][color=gray][b]New York City, United States of America[/b]
On Route to Kingston[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=853333]“I’ll meet you there, Cap.”[/color]

While a catty remark about how he “always has something better to do” or something similar would’ve been normal, Tony was still feeling a bit out of the weather. He didn’t want to show it, but for anyone who had spent time with him long enough the signs were probably ultraviolet at this point. Then again, Tony didn’t know Steve as a man who would just to conclusions. After all, he was from a time where everyone was porcelain and boring; a time where nobody liked to talk about their feelings in general. He supposed it was one thing he had in common with Steve’s generation; he never wanted to talk about it and if pushed on the subject he would quickly dismiss it in the best possible way he could.

Tony sighed as he entered his armor – he had a job to do.

[i][color=853333]Jamacia, huh? Why not.[/color][/i]


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