OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[fatherofinnovention]

[SHIELD takes up much of his free time. Howard likes it that way, truth be told, even if the kid's sensitive about it. He's not so blind as to not follow why that is, but Anthony's reality is too different from his own for the weight of it to connect-- or, you know, be his problem. Because whatever the Tesseract did to the timeline Howard hasn't yet hit thirty and he sure as hell doesn't have a son.

And he doesn't want one now.

So as is the usual these days, he's busy in SHIELD's Manhattan office building pulling an all-nighter on a recent set of numbers pulled from the Tesseract's measured energy output instead of checking in on the guy he hasn't seen in weeks, gaunt with obsession and steeped in the scent of stale coffee.]

[not_iron]

[After everything, it makes all the sense in the world to end up back where the rabbit hole started: New York. It has nothing to do with resolutions or bookends or unfinished business and it especially has nothing to do with Howard Stark.

That’s what Tony would tell you, anyway.

Repairs and renovations are wrapping up and what is Stark Tower if not a badguy-magnet home away from badguy-magnet home? This one, at least, isn’t a smoking crater in the ground. It has that going for it. For now.

But then he catches wind of this nasty rumor: that his dad is still living out of SHIELD’s basement, doing their dirty work. He doesn’t like it and yeah, okay, he’s a little sensitive about it.

So he drops in, cracks a few locks, and gives security something to chase. All at 3 am.]

What have they got on you that you’re still down here playing ball with these jerks?

[fatherofinnovention]

[Hardly much of a surprise, as these things go. Howard doesn't bother looking up or over his shoulder; doesn't miss a beat.] Now what on earth makes you think I'm doing this because they've got me by the tail?

[not_iron]

I don't know. Some horrible...misguided fantasy that I know a thing or two about my old man? [Does it bother him Howard hasn't bothered to look at him? You bet. But you wouldn't know it by watching him respond with an equally cold shoulder as he pokes around that depressing little bunker.] You aren't making anything. There isn't a single thing in this room you can put your name on.

[fatherofinnovention]

Kid-- [It's a warning: sharp consonants an angled shoulders when he sets his palms flat on the table in front of him. Tony's not wrong to a certain extent, not about the idea of building something, and it's not a sign Howard feels comfortable having plastered onto his chest with a half-familiar stranger pacing circles around the room.] Progress is something you can always put your name on.

[Bullshit in regards to his current affairs, sure, but it sure as hell doesn't sound like it, so there's at least that.]

[not_iron]

You know what? Fine. Lie to me, no hard feelings. I'm over it. [Or he can pretend to be. It's easy--easy-ish--like this, with a Howard Stark so young Tony doesn't recognize him.]

But don't lie to yourself.