Room 501, Latish Friday Night
It was fairly late at night, but Sam was wide awake.
Nightmares about giant crazy evil robots trying to kill you and/or your world would do that to a guy. Hence the pacing and muttering and general not-sleeping. He could call Mikaela? No, Mikaela was asleep and would swear at him.
This sucked.
Nightmares about giant crazy evil robots trying to kill you and/or your world would do that to a guy. Hence the pacing and muttering and general not-sleeping. He could call Mikaela? No, Mikaela was asleep and would swear at him.
This sucked.
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"Tony Stark? Who's Tony Stark? And." Mikaela was going to be so pissed. "What about your engine now?"
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One day, he would realize this was a great big tell. This was not that day. Tomorrow wasn't looking real good either.
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"You can talk to me, you can set your secrets free, baby," he finally offered, slightly muted.