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“Where, exactly, did you get a martini?” Coulson asked, rubbing his forehead with one hand. “Bar, I guess. I don’t know, to be honest,” Tony said, not really concerned. “When you’re a Stark, martinis are, just, a naturally occurring substance. Like air. Or grass. You just look around and boom, martini.” From scifigrl47’s Phil Coulson is Not the Avengers’ Public Relations Manager (Wharrrblegarble. My paint program froze up and this was my last saved point and I don’t wanna art anymore on this and and run on sentences.)

“Where, exactly, did you get a martini?” Coulson asked, rubbing his forehead with one hand.

“Bar, I guess. I don’t know, to be honest,” Tony said, not really concerned. “When you’re a Stark, martinis are, just, a naturally occurring substance. Like air. Or grass. You just look around and boom, martini.”

From scifigrl47’s Phil Coulson is Not the Avengers’ Public Relations Manager

(Wharrrblegarble. My paint program froze up and this was my last saved point and I don’t wanna art anymore on this and and run on sentences.)

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