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[definingfuture]

[It actually takes a good ten minutes until he responds. The panic eventually does subside and he refocuses enough to return to the tablet. This time he sticks to text.]

Fine. Maybe it's internal damage.
Whatever.

text

[jumpthegun]

['Whatever?']

Wait. You're hurt? What happened?

text; private

[definingfuture]

It's fine.
I don't need your pal dissecting me.

text; private

[jumpthegun]

[That hits a nerve, whether he means it to or not.]

Sherlock is an investigator, not a murderer or psychopath, sir. He doesn't dissect people.

[Not living ones.]

text; private

[definingfuture]

[He doesn't mean it. Not literally, anyway. He does think Sherlock might question him to death and Iron Man doesn't want more questions. They apparently hurt?]

You need to learn to read jokes, Doc.

text; private

[jumpthegun]

I'm from a place where that was a serious allegation before, not a joke, Mr. Stark. I'd prefer you pick another subject if you're feeling funny.

text; private

[definingfuture]

too serious

[Clint is talking to him now, which is causing spikes of panic and ruining his concentration.]

does he even
cafff

text; private

[jumpthegun]

He's my friend. I care. I don't give a rat's arse what he cares about his reputation.

private

[definingfuture]

[He can't muster a reply for quite some time. Clint pushes the wrong button and for a good few minutes the conversation is dead. It's only because the tablet still has the message that he remembers it. Oops, he had meant to reply to that, right?]

Acknowledged.