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4) your favorite character you’ve written
Tony is always my favorite, but just to change it up a little, I’ll say an original character of mine who can “talk” to inanimate objects. (Which I believe is called psychometry)
5) character you were most surprised to end up writing
I did write a Twilight story, so I would say probably the entire character list of the story?
16) are there any characters who haunt you?
There is a version of Steve from Never for the Dragon that kills me. I won’t give away why in case you haven’t read the story, but anyone who has read it knows why.
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
I liked this interaction between Tony and Bruce in Dangerous Kitchen Tools, because Tony was trying so hard to be Cool in front of his crush, and then as soon as Steve was out of the room:
The silence lasted until Tony heard Steve’s footsteps on the stairs. He rounded on Bruce, pointing at him with an accusing finger. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been teaching Steve Rogers how to make spaghetti for the last six months?” he demanded.
Bruce blinked twice and made a confused gesture toward the door. “Steve? Do you know him?” He frowned and shuffled past Tony into the kitchen. “And we haven’t been making spaghetti for six months. What did you teach them?”
He crouched down to open Tony’s bag and pulled out the siphon. He held it up. “I could be wrong, but I don’t think chicken kiev needs foam.”
“Everything needs foam,” Tony said dismissively. He grabbed the siphon and stuck it back in the bag. “Don’t change the subject. You’ve had Steve Rogers in your kitchen for six months and didn’t even tell me. I feel so betrayed right now.”
Bruce rubbed his hand across the back of his neck and scratched at his stubble, straightening out of the crouch. “I know he’s your type, but you got annoyed when I suggested that you might want to meet him, so…”
Tony cut his hands through the air to halt the reminder of blowing up at Bruce when he’d suggested one date too many to get him out of the ‘increasingly antisocial mood’ he’d been in for years. “Also beside the point. Steve Rogers? Comic book artist?” When Bruce showed no signs of any lightbulbs popping on over his head, Tony groaned. “I have every single comic he’s put out in the last ten years! I made you read them!”
Bruce winced and made a silent ‘o’ with his lips. “I didn’t put that together. Sorry.”
Pacing a tiny, agitated circle, Tony declared, “I thought we were friends, Bruce. Friends don’t do this to each other.” He pointed at Bruce’s nose. “You’re a bad friend.”
Not upset in the least, Bruce just said, “I’ll make sure to mention that at the next board meeting you’re going to make me attend for you.”
“See that you do,” Tony sniffed.
4) your favorite character you’ve written
Tony is always my favorite, but just to change it up a little, I’ll say an original character of mine who can “talk” to inanimate objects. (Which I believe is called psychometry)
5) character you were most surprised to end up writing
I did write a Twilight story, so I would say probably the entire character list of the story?
16) are there any characters who haunt you?
There is a version of Steve from Never for the Dragon that kills me. I won’t give away why in case you haven’t read the story, but anyone who has read it knows why.
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
I liked this interaction between Tony and Bruce in Dangerous Kitchen Tools, because Tony was trying so hard to be Cool in front of his crush, and then as soon as Steve was out of the room:
The silence lasted until Tony heard Steve’s footsteps on the stairs. He rounded on Bruce, pointing at him with an accusing finger. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been teaching Steve Rogers how to make spaghetti for the last six months?” he demanded.
Bruce blinked twice and made a confused gesture toward the door. “Steve? Do you know him?” He frowned and shuffled past Tony into the kitchen. “And we haven’t been making spaghetti for six months. What did you teach them?”
He crouched down to open Tony’s bag and pulled out the siphon. He held it up. “I could be wrong, but I don’t think chicken kiev needs foam.”
“Everything needs foam,” Tony said dismissively. He grabbed the siphon and stuck it back in the bag. “Don’t change the subject. You’ve had Steve Rogers in your kitchen for six months and didn’t even tell me. I feel so betrayed right now.”
Bruce rubbed his hand across the back of his neck and scratched at his stubble, straightening out of the crouch. “I know he’s your type, but you got annoyed when I suggested that you might want to meet him, so…”
Tony cut his hands through the air to halt the reminder of blowing up at Bruce when he’d suggested one date too many to get him out of the ‘increasingly antisocial mood’ he’d been in for years. “Also beside the point. Steve Rogers? Comic book artist?” When Bruce showed no signs of any lightbulbs popping on over his head, Tony groaned. “I have every single comic he’s put out in the last ten years! I made you read them!”
Bruce winced and made a silent ‘o’ with his lips. “I didn’t put that together. Sorry.”
Pacing a tiny, agitated circle, Tony declared, “I thought we were friends, Bruce. Friends don’t do this to each other.” He pointed at Bruce’s nose. “You’re a bad friend.”
Not upset in the least, Bruce just said, “I’ll make sure to mention that at the next board meeting you’re going to make me attend for you.”
“See that you do,” Tony sniffed.
