[He doesn't want to dump on Tony's optimism, especially not when he's being so vulnerable - and as much as Tony's trying to pretend otherwise, he knows it takes a lot to admit it - so he doesn't mention how many narrow escapes he's had, that even this is more luck than he'd expected, and that it has to run out sometime.
Instead, he reaches over and rests a paw on Tony's hand, catching it as it swipes over the tablet like he might catch a mouse. He doesn't say anything, just lets the silence hang, more comfortable than before.
At least, until the Beast changes back into a human.]
Okay, but I think we can agree that's definitely not gonna happen.
[ tony stares at their overlapped hands and that tension bleeds back out. he hangs in the silence, too, returning to work as the movie plays on. he needs to shake off the memory of yinsen–if he could just give simba the kind of hope and clarity and drive that yinsen gave him that vital week–repay simba that way... for now, though, his fingers dance over 3D models of custom eating utensils that he's sending to JARVIS downstairs to cut out and print.
tony drops his hand from his cheek, which he unconsciously rubbed at when beast's giant paw cupped belle's face. ] You mean you're not a cursed prince waiting for true love's kiss? [ he jokes, brow popped up. ]
Still about as good of an explanation for your mysterious past as anything I've come up with, to be honest, [ tony admits. ] More fantastical, at least, and who wouldn't want that?
You were vat-grown by some kooks who Frankenstein'd lion and human DNA together, [ tony answers bluntly. ] Not exactly fairytale material. [ more to it than that, but that's the gist of it. ]
[Not that he's really all that possible, but growing a baby seems completely implausible to him. Of course, he doesn't even know what DNA is, so his scientific knowledge is just slightly out of date.]
Anything's possible, [ tony says and his father's voice echoes after–"everything is achievable through technology," one of his many sayings that he instilled in tony. tony believes it, too. possibility isn't a concern. the degree of probability is. ] I wouldn't be surprised if you were born in a secret government lab in New York. They have a ... bit of a history of messing with genetics.
[He remembers the first change - how could he not? Childhood might have made him an expert at enduring pain, but having your body reshaped is an entirely different kind of pain. At least that had been in one go; he's not sure how many procedures he'd gone through later, the haze of sedation and the bone-deep biting cold and whatever they'd done to his head blurring everything together in an interminable length of injections and electric current and chanting, being strapped to a bed or dumped in a cell between sessions as his body changed and warped. They'd started tranquilizing him when he would break through straps and chains in his struggles, drugs running through his veins nonstop. It's a wonder he remembers goddamn anything, frankly.
But the one thing he's struggled to hold onto - the one thing they wanted him to forget - is that he was human, fragile and frail, but full of experiences and emotions. He only has fragments now, and he hoards them like a dragon's treasure.]
I wasn't, [is all he offers. It'll have to be enough to satisfy Tony's curiosity for now. He grabs the pizza box and rises from the couch in one fluid movement, heading over to toss it in the kitchen trash.] I'll try to have the turkey done before you bring your date home tomorrow.
[ tony frowns and follows after him, leaning into simba's space like a bloodhound who caught the scent, while belle and the restored prince twirl around the ballroom floor. ] I thought you said you didn't remember.
[His memory is like one of the shirts he'd had, more hole than fabric, but there are a few things he's sure of, and his humanity is one of them. His mother - the knowledge that he'd had a mother who loved him more than anything - is another. He can't remember her name or her face, can't remember any moments with her, but her love for him is a certainty that can't be erased.
He remembers the war - it's impossible to forget something like that - but in bits and pieces, flashes of fights, moments of unearthly quiet on empty battlefields, those fleeting feelings of camaraderie and surprising happiness in between going through hell. He remembers her, olive drab and red lips and soft brown curls.
And there are a thousand things that are simply subconscious - like knowing Rosebud was the sled, like the taste of New York pizza, the drawl of his accent. The knowledge from his life, but curiously unchained from the experiences he's had. He can't explain that.]
[ tony's on simba's heels all the way into the kitchen, where he slips around to the gion's front and leans his hands on the counter to peer straight up into simba's face, scrutinizing his expression. there are answers here. tony can practically taste them, though that might be the pizza and beer. ] The whole, [ he loosely circles a hand around his own temple, ] just outta-reach thing?
[Or something like it, with a healthy dose of denial, the knowledge that his guilt will weigh even heavier when he remembers more about who he used to be.]
Incidentally, if your pizza's gone tomorrow, I had nothing to do with it.
[ tony squints once more and backs off. fine. keep your secrets. he knows a subject change when he hears one. ] Oh, good. I'd hate to experience that kind of betrayal from my housemate.
Thanks for the pizza and the movie. Good luck on your date tomorrow night. Don't forget to use protection.
[The caution comes to his lips automatically, his tone somewhere between affection and exasperation, and he blinks for a moment at the familiarity. It feels like there's something missing, some smart-ass rejoinder on the other end, and for reasons he doesn't quite understand, his heart aches with loss. He closes his eyes briefly, long lashes brushing against furred cheeks.]
And wish me luck with that turkey. Jarvis said he'd help, so I assume he'll keep me from setting the place on fire.
[ having his most plausible theory of simba's origins shot down means tony's back to square one, but he also recognizes when he's being shooed away, which is ... fine. created by humans still makes the most sense. there's also the idea that simba was born human, lived as a human, and was altered at some point, but live splicing of that nature is so scientifically ahead of their time it might as well be impossible. tony would sooner believe in a secret society of gions that simba was spirited away from. yet his dad's quote nags at him. what if that infinitesimal degree of probability with more zeroes than anything else actually happened?
simba doesn't seem open to playing twenty questions. the suit needs some maintenance, anyway. ] He tries his best, bless his code, [ tony mumbles about jarvis, pushing off the counter. ] I'll catch you later. [ he leaves for the hallway, but exclaims, ] Oh! [ in it and spins back around. ] Toilet ETA two to three days. Pants two weeks. Keep rockin' the white skirt, Marilyn.
[As Tony heads off to his workshop, he goes back to his room and returns to his makeshift nest. He's raided a couple other guest bedrooms to add some more padding to it, but otherwise seems content to sleep on the floor, if only because it doesn't have the weird quicksand feeling of the bed.
For a moment, he glances at the closet where he has the shield hidden away, but he pushes it from his mind and resolutely settles in to sleep.]
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Instead, he reaches over and rests a paw on Tony's hand, catching it as it swipes over the tablet like he might catch a mouse. He doesn't say anything, just lets the silence hang, more comfortable than before.
At least, until the Beast changes back into a human.]
Okay, but I think we can agree that's definitely not gonna happen.
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tony drops his hand from his cheek, which he unconsciously rubbed at when beast's giant paw cupped belle's face. ] You mean you're not a cursed prince waiting for true love's kiss? [ he jokes, brow popped up. ]
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I'm not hiding an enchanted rose in my room, I can tell you that much.
[And princes don't usually talk like they're straight out of Brooklyn.]
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[He's curious, because by and large, Tony simply hasn't asked.]
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Is that possible?
[Not that he's really all that possible, but growing a baby seems completely implausible to him. Of course, he doesn't even know what DNA is, so his scientific knowledge is just slightly out of date.]
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But the one thing he's struggled to hold onto - the one thing they wanted him to forget - is that he was human, fragile and frail, but full of experiences and emotions. He only has fragments now, and he hoards them like a dragon's treasure.]
I wasn't, [is all he offers. It'll have to be enough to satisfy Tony's curiosity for now. He grabs the pizza box and rises from the couch in one fluid movement, heading over to toss it in the kitchen trash.] I'll try to have the turkey done before you bring your date home tomorrow.
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[His memory is like one of the shirts he'd had, more hole than fabric, but there are a few things he's sure of, and his humanity is one of them. His mother - the knowledge that he'd had a mother who loved him more than anything - is another. He can't remember her name or her face, can't remember any moments with her, but her love for him is a certainty that can't be erased.
He remembers the war - it's impossible to forget something like that - but in bits and pieces, flashes of fights, moments of unearthly quiet on empty battlefields, those fleeting feelings of camaraderie and surprising happiness in between going through hell. He remembers her, olive drab and red lips and soft brown curls.
And there are a thousand things that are simply subconscious - like knowing Rosebud was the sled, like the taste of New York pizza, the drawl of his accent. The knowledge from his life, but curiously unchained from the experiences he's had. He can't explain that.]
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[Or something like it, with a healthy dose of denial, the knowledge that his guilt will weigh even heavier when he remembers more about who he used to be.]
Incidentally, if your pizza's gone tomorrow, I had nothing to do with it.
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[A sage nod, and he clasps Tony's shoulder.]
Thanks for the pizza and the movie. Good luck on your date tomorrow night. Don't forget to use protection.
[The caution comes to his lips automatically, his tone somewhere between affection and exasperation, and he blinks for a moment at the familiarity. It feels like there's something missing, some smart-ass rejoinder on the other end, and for reasons he doesn't quite understand, his heart aches with loss. He closes his eyes briefly, long lashes brushing against furred cheeks.]
And wish me luck with that turkey. Jarvis said he'd help, so I assume he'll keep me from setting the place on fire.
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simba doesn't seem open to playing twenty questions. the suit needs some maintenance, anyway. ] He tries his best, bless his code, [ tony mumbles about jarvis, pushing off the counter. ] I'll catch you later. [ he leaves for the hallway, but exclaims, ] Oh! [ in it and spins back around. ] Toilet ETA two to three days. Pants two weeks. Keep rockin' the white skirt, Marilyn.
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[As Tony heads off to his workshop, he goes back to his room and returns to his makeshift nest. He's raided a couple other guest bedrooms to add some more padding to it, but otherwise seems content to sleep on the floor, if only because it doesn't have the weird quicksand feeling of the bed.
For a moment, he glances at the closet where he has the shield hidden away, but he pushes it from his mind and resolutely settles in to sleep.]