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There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

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Right, my mistake.

What am I supposed to do with a tree? I'd rather win a car, or a flat screen.

Way to ruin the metaphor. Idiom. Whatever the hell we're going on right now.

[Let's just... cling to this stupid conversation like a lifeline and forget that Tony ever acted like Captain America was a friend okay? Okay.]

I think it's both at this point. An idiom turned metaphor. And if you're giving out prizes I think you can do better than trees.

[ Hey, however she can help. She's happy to oblige. ]

Should I count you on my robo-santa list? I have a sock folding code all ready to go.

[Sock folding fit in the palm of your hand helper bots, Steph. How cool would that be?]

People fold socks? I just sort of toss 'em.

See, that's the genius of it. Create a robot to do something even people don't do and suddenly they're flying off the shelves.

Because- here, here, just think about it. You toss the socks, a hand sized robot zips around and sorts them, and the next thing you know they're cleaned and sitting in a drawer just waiting to be worn again.

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...Wow. That is sorta genius. They clean them too?

.... Either that or they burn them. It's like. A number difference in the code.

That seems important.

That's what tests and prototypes are for, honey.

As long as you're not testing it on my socks. I lose enough of them to the dryer as it is.

Don't worry, I have a few pairs that have bravely volunteered for this mission.

[He both loves and hates that these kinds of conversations are actually real parts of his life.]

You'll have to let me know how that goes.

[ Embrace it, Tony. ]

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