#v: Alana stark: let’s succumb to our desires for we become just like our fathers. (endgame)

[godblooded]

@agentharrisonofshield (x)

all the thunder ‘ s out of the man of iron. gone. done for. he doesn ‘ t have anything left to give anymore. running on fumes is an understatement. there is nothing to run on left. all she ‘ s got are the skin and bones left that line her body , thin and taut as they are these days , and the horrible thought that every single thing is both his fault and irreparable because of him.

in a more present state of mind , stark would ‘ be been wolffish and quick. would ‘ be swiped that bottle back and guzzled it out of sheer defiance. but this state of mind is far from present , and bloodshot eyes prove that. the dark circles embedded beneath them like bruises. the bruises she sports to begin with seem pale by comparison , and those are fresh from a bar fight only two days ago.

“ i don ‘ t like movies. “

attention ‘ s struggling to be kept. she doesn ‘ t. she thinks they ‘ re boring and they never keep her focus. she doesn ‘ t understand how people sit through four hours of stuff moving on a screen. or two. or even one. that level of sitting still. that level of undivided attention. not exactly the tin can ‘ s talent.

“ that ‘ s a forty year macallan. at this rate , it ‘ s probably the last forty year old vintage left in the world. — give it back. “

even stark recognizes the lack of conviction in his own tone. it ‘ s run right into the ground. it ‘ s dead as dead can be.

“ christ , don ‘ t make me beg. “