…then you’re deadwrong. Don’t. Touch. My. Stuff.”
"Hey hey hey. You put it down, it’s mine. My energy-efficient tower, my rules."
Oh geez, haha. I had to take it down because it was messing up my theme.
Thank you though!!! That’s nice of you to say.
“Sure. Gimme’ anything. Just no scotch. Not in the mood for that.”
“You don’t have to be modest, Barton. Alright, I won’t push the envelope. I’m being a terrible host, aren’t I? Would you like a drink? Because I certainly need one.”
"Brandy, then? I was going to have vodka earlier, but drinking alone is a bit—"
He bit his lip. The last thing Tony wanted was a neat little footnote on his ledger saying that he was an alcoholic. It was a sore subject.
"Pepper’s away. It’s nice to have company once in awhile. Although, no offense, you’re not as scary as she is."
“I get paid enough. I just didn’t inherit a weaponry business at a young age. I don’t need assistance. I’m not living on top of Stark Tower.”
"You don’t have to be modest, Barton. Alright, I won’t push the envelope. I’m being a terrible host, aren’t I? Would you like a drink? Because I certainly need one."
“I wonder why— oh, right. Because I’m not a billionaire.”
"What’s the matter, Clint? S.H.I.E.L.D. not paying you enough? You should work for me instead of old Mr. Angry over there. You like heights, right? You can live on top of Stark Tower. Deal? Deal."
“Stark- Stark- I know you love the way I style my hair, but you don’t have to ramble about it. And it wasn’t the hair that allowed me to sneak up on you.”
"No, no. It’s the hair. You know, you are surprisingly bad at listening for someone with such keen eyesight. I placed first in GQ’s latest ‘Billionaires with Best Hair’. Did you make any top ten lists? I don’t think so.”
"—it’s the hair. That’s it. That’s the only logical explanation I can think of. You style it so that you move through the air more efficiently, decreasing the noise made when sneaking up on people. I’m a genius. Well, I’ve always been a genius, but you get what I’m trying to say."