Snooping [Private RP], locked to legacyofiron

[americacapt]

What strikes Steve the most is the glass; and he's not sure how to entirely feel about that. It seems ethereal in one sense, stunning it's unabashedly modern style. The steel, the white, the marble. Like... he felt like he was stuck in the future and a Grecian temple in the middle of Turkey. Somehow it fits Tony, though it seems so fragile. It

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[americacapt]

Steve jolted when he heard the cool, clipped tone from the AI echoing through the home office he was currently at. That was the only term that came to mind, besides a den. But it looked more for appearance sake than for use, sterile and unused besides one chair that looked well used along with books that had been well loved and of various topics. There were a few rewards and clippings stored through the room, but he suspected Pepper had done the care. It then struck Steve this was probably Pepper's space. He backed out and for a moment was lost.

Well, better to get lost here than the hallway he was at not too long ago. He had discovered Tony's room, but backed out when figured the grandeur was not a guest room. While he was trying to figure Stark out, the bedroom seemed too personal. He was sure there would be film of his hasty departure on camera somewhere to be added to the album. Though in his haste, Steve hadn't seen some of the memorabilia though it wouldn't surprise him. Give a kid a hero, a hero you knew was actually good.

[americacapt]

The blond man just stared up at the painting for a few moments longer. His hands were crossed in front of him, head at an angle. One that happened when he was in deep thought as he studied the subject and color and leaned over to study the brush strokes. Steve ran his hands through his hair then and simply just smiled. He was one of those who could be lost in a museum for hours on end. He almost seemed unaware that Tony had bounded up the steps