FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
"it is pretty adorable. if he was more in control of himself i'd swear he was doting on her." he admitted with a smile before his smile fell. "...some-days. i don't." he admitted softly. "some days it hurts to even breath, others the memories are so overwhelming i can't stand them. but everyday gets a little better, a little easier." he admitted, smiling at Tony. "thanks to you."
Steve blinked at her, what did comfort have to do with anything? he was a tool, not a pet after all. oh dear god, she was turning him into a pet! was that so bad? no more killing at least, and food. plenty of food and a soft bed. what was so wrong with being a pet other than boredom? nothing. he could be her pet. he'd enjoy it really. he sat down obediently, watching Tony with the same wonder and amazement as he always did. Tony was someone who completely and totally fascinated Steve. he was always doing everything he could to copy every move Tony made and when he couldn't, he watched Tony intently, as he was doing now. Steve watched the arm get attached, memorizing every nook and cranny Tony tucked into so he could remove it himself later before flexing his fingers, going through a slow, methodical run through. he'd clearly done this hundreds of thousands of times, making sure every single joint worked exactly as it was needed before jolting, surprised when sensation came through the arm. as if he was... touching. he stared at the hand, his eyes wide.
Steve blinked at her, what did comfort have to do with anything? he was a tool, not a pet after all. oh dear god, she was turning him into a pet! was that so bad? no more killing at least, and food. plenty of food and a soft bed. what was so wrong with being a pet other than boredom? nothing. he could be her pet. he'd enjoy it really. he sat down obediently, watching Tony with the same wonder and amazement as he always did. Tony was someone who completely and totally fascinated Steve. he was always doing everything he could to copy every move Tony made and when he couldn't, he watched Tony intently, as he was doing now. Steve watched the arm get attached, memorizing every nook and cranny Tony tucked into so he could remove it himself later before flexing his fingers, going through a slow, methodical run through. he'd clearly done this hundreds of thousands of times, making sure every single joint worked exactly as it was needed before jolting, surprised when sensation came through the arm. as if he was... touching. he stared at the hand, his eyes wide.