Uh—no. See, most people who knew my father at this age is dead. So—yep. There you go. Can’t say it if you haven’t seen it which fits me just fine.
{And there’s a particular
urge
To actually twist the wires
Off the arm of the man
harshly.
But tony stops.
He’s better than that.
Sometimes. }
You want your arm fixed or what?
Your darling father worked with Steve. So did I.
I was in the army with the lug.
So, I did know your father – didn’t like him, but I did know him.
[ james rolls up the sleeve of his shirt
and gives a gentle huff, the strong
metal glinting in the light. the
awkward tense nature was something
he could get used to. maybe.
he’d make up an ideal on stark
if he stayed around. ]

Hurry up then.
My darling father is not here and working on your arms. And Howard's darling son really doesn’t care about if you like...
Your darling father worked with Steve. So did I. I was in the army with the lug. So, I did know your father – didn’t...