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Oi, mate, awful rude of yeh. The lady's still as fresh as she ever was! I mean, aside from th' years of bitterness an' all...

Chivalrous as ever, Mr. Scott. I hardly - [Wait. What?] 'Years of bitterness'?

...aah. Um.

Huh.

There's that, then.

[Lineface. Just lineface. Forever, until you explain yourself, Mister.]

[]

Oi, Irene! Y'ever seen a bloke like this? Little laddie's quite the charmer!

[She raises an eyebrow. Long-suffering Irene is long-suffering. Buuuut she hasn't seen him in a while, so she'll let it slide - for now. And also, there's a tiny green man on the screen. She looks a bit dubious about how charming Keenser really is.]

I'll have to take your word for it. Please, do put him down - he looks terribly uncomfortable.

[]

Oh, so yeh've become a crusader for the little folk now, 'ave yeh lass? [] Promise he's quite tolerant. Y'see, this guy an' I, we got stu-- ow! Y'bloody little-- [] Son of a--

[Irene's eyebrows fly up in disbelief, and she places a hand over her mouth. It's a good thing, too, because a split-second later she has to stifle a snicker. She lifts her other hand apologetically]

Sorry, [she manages from behind her hand] I - he's got quite the arm on him, doesn't he? [Another suppressed chuckle, then she composes herself] Are you all right?

And you've lost your characteristic smarm.

A sad day for us both, I'm sure.

That makes me a perfect gentleman, right? Does that mean you'll let me buy you a drink that isn't influenced by hokey Barge magic and wild west apocalyptic desperation?

[Her eyes flick over him - measuring, amused. She raises an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards in the hint of a smirk.] If you behave yourself. You forget that I'm fully aware of what you get up to when your little green babysitter isn't around.

[] It's the only color Bruce looks any good in. Even then, it only accentuates the sickly, squirrely vibe he gives off. I say, "Bruce, buddy, you're creeping the ladies out and reeking of virginity.", to which he insists he had many a hot laboratory co-ed. I may have made that last part up.

[] What do I get up to? I'm perfectly behaved. Perfectly. [] I can't say the same for you, though. Helpless woman that you are. []

[Irene gives a little sigh and a rueful shake of the head at the thought of Bruce - poor, dear, sexually stunted Bruce.] Whatever else one chooses to say about Dr. Banner, I believe we can both agree he is tragically repressed.

[If it was anyone else, she would've risen to the provocation. As it is, she knows to be on her toes. This is Tony, after all. Still, she can't entirely banish the irritable note to her reply, even as she plays at amused disbelief] 'Helpless'? I'm afraid you quite misremember my character, Mr. Stark. I'm hardly a damsel in distress, much as you and your little hero complex might like me to be. [It's a low blow, and she knows it, but being called helpless makes her touchy, okay :|]

I'm 36.

Waynes don't age well.

...or at all, generally.

Right.

[Laughs] What?