“Hill wears a wig?” That’s somewhat more surprising than the fact that Fury knows how to have fun, and Tony’s eyebrows rise accordingly.
His expression of surprise twists into one of feigned disgruntlement at hearing he’s to be the recipient of coal, only to even out a moment later into something that’s a lot closer to a smile. “Does this mean I need to start calling you Santa Coulson?”
There’s an air of expectation in his Christmas well-wishing, like there’s something Tony needs to be doing, and he suspects that there’s something in the midst of being handed to him. It figures that it’s when he’s blind that everyone goes handing-happy. Licking his lower lip, he turns toward Phil again, debating with himself before he sighs and gives up. “At the risk of sounding pathetic, I’m going to need a little direction here. I can’t see. At all.”
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His expression of surprise twists into one of feigned disgruntlement at hearing he’s to be the recipient of coal, only to even out a moment later into something that’s a lot closer to a smile. “Does this mean I need to start calling you Santa Coulson?”
There’s an air of expectation in his Christmas well-wishing, like there’s something Tony needs to be doing, and he suspects that there’s something in the midst of being handed to him. It figures that it’s when he’s blind that everyone goes handing-happy. Licking his lower lip, he turns toward Phil again, debating with himself before he sighs and gives up. “At the risk of sounding pathetic, I’m going to need a little direction here. I can’t see. At all.”