Why is it that I have to read some things in fic before I get what they were (or might have been) going for in the movie? I'm feeling like an AU Sam Carter where she ponders a pretty rack of crystals ... until an airman walks up, pulls one out, and the ship leaps out of danger.
Five times I've seen IM2 so far. Five. Times. (So far -- I'm about to stop counting.) And it took a two-by-four piece of fic to make me understand what Tony meant when he told Pepper green was not her color. I, literally, kept alternately staring at her dress and trying to remember what she'd been wearing previously.
OFFS! I am not this dense!
I'm totally blaming menopause for this. They say it causes some women to forget whether a red light means stop or go. Me? It makes me movie stupid.
Now, the same author also proposes that Tony's "new-found" quirk about people not handing him things is due to his impending doom. I forgive myself for not picking up on that idea, as I was totally into the idea that, yes, Tony does have a "genius oddity". In my head, Tony is a modern-day Nikola Tesla, and heaven knows Tesla had a boatload of quirk. I think I'll keep that idea, thank you very much.
I'm not admitting to not fully catching the whole wear a mask, and yes, I donated my art to charity because I'm dying thing. Because then I would feel even denser. (sigh)
I'm thinking it's time for me to go see the movie again.