For a moment, it's as if Dum-E and Dave share a moment. The robot seems to stare at him, and Dave nods back as if they've shared a look of understanding. Seems like he likes cake, Dave can respect that immensely. For a robot, anyway.
He seems confused when Tony addresses J.A.R.V.I.S before him, but he knows damn well who he's talking to. He never expected he'd be so surprised at the voice coming from nowhere. It seems that, despite all the shit he's been through, he's still something of a 13 year old fanboy for this kind of crap. It's enough to make the fact that he's in another goddamn foreign universe almost novel.
"Don't blame the robot because you fucked up." Dave points out, watching Tony fire out orders and dive into work immediately. He raises his hands like he's being held at gunpoint, but he steps further into the room anyway to go look at Dum-E, who he fully intends to prod at. "You don't need to slide into the sweatshop so fast, y'know. Lest you done goof again." Dave sets the knife down on a counter, waving a hand at Dum-E, mostly to see if he'll wave back. "I'm a little seasick from all the interdimensional travel, anyway. I wouldn't mind, like. Drinking. Eating. Taking a small moment to contemplate the vast and cavernous universe and its pockets of murder and mayhem. If that's not too much to ask, I mean. You're acting like I'm ants at a picnic."
And then he pauses. "So do Steve or the other cool Avengers live here or is it just you?" Emphasis on just.
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Date: 2016-05-01 12:06 pm (UTC)He seems confused when Tony addresses J.A.R.V.I.S before him, but he knows damn well who he's talking to. He never expected he'd be so surprised at the voice coming from nowhere. It seems that, despite all the shit he's been through, he's still something of a 13 year old fanboy for this kind of crap. It's enough to make the fact that he's in another goddamn foreign universe almost novel.
"Don't blame the robot because you fucked up." Dave points out, watching Tony fire out orders and dive into work immediately. He raises his hands like he's being held at gunpoint, but he steps further into the room anyway to go look at Dum-E, who he fully intends to prod at. "You don't need to slide into the sweatshop so fast, y'know. Lest you done goof again." Dave sets the knife down on a counter, waving a hand at Dum-E, mostly to see if he'll wave back. "I'm a little seasick from all the interdimensional travel, anyway. I wouldn't mind, like. Drinking. Eating. Taking a small moment to contemplate the vast and cavernous universe and its pockets of murder and mayhem. If that's not too much to ask, I mean. You're acting like I'm ants at a picnic."
And then he pauses. "So do Steve or the other cool Avengers live here or is it just you?" Emphasis on just.