"That's what alternate universe means, numbskull."
He eyes Steve, weighing the option of reaching up to smack him in the head versus staying where he is, where it's comfortable and getting more so by the minute. "Killing Hitler, that creates it, and all the others come after that one. Do you need a diagram?"
He hopes not, because that's literally the only piece of trivia he's got on Tarantino movies, and he's pretty sure that if Steve tried, he wouldn't even be able to hold this one up for long. A brief mention in some article online doesn't exactly make him an expert, and he barely remembers any other details, so he hopes Steve doesn't push it. "Anyway, the point being, it's not like you can take these as fact, okay, I'm pretty sure there aren't people out there levitating or standing on swords or whatever. If there are, then we have seen a shocking lack of ninjas in high-profile cases."
Probably just as well, though he's got the sneaking suspicion Kono could probably take on a bunch of shadowy wall-climbing assassins without even breaking a sweat.
His hand just waves irately at the television, tone grumpy and put-upon. "Will you shut up and watch the movie? Christ, you gotta nit-pick every little thing?"
Willfully ignoring the fact that he's probably said twice or three times as much as Steve, letting his head rest it's full weight, finally, on the arm and shoulder behind him, like Steve's just a big pillow, body-warm and breathing and arranging itself to fit around him, which isn't so bad, come to think of it.
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Date: 2013-05-08 12:29 am (UTC)He eyes Steve, weighing the option of reaching up to smack him in the head versus staying where he is, where it's comfortable and getting more so by the minute. "Killing Hitler, that creates it, and all the others come after that one. Do you need a diagram?"
He hopes not, because that's literally the only piece of trivia he's got on Tarantino movies, and he's pretty sure that if Steve tried, he wouldn't even be able to hold this one up for long. A brief mention in some article online doesn't exactly make him an expert, and he barely remembers any other details, so he hopes Steve doesn't push it. "Anyway, the point being, it's not like you can take these as fact, okay, I'm pretty sure there aren't people out there levitating or standing on swords or whatever. If there are, then we have seen a shocking lack of ninjas in high-profile cases."
Probably just as well, though he's got the sneaking suspicion Kono could probably take on a bunch of shadowy wall-climbing assassins without even breaking a sweat.
His hand just waves irately at the television, tone grumpy and put-upon. "Will you shut up and watch the movie? Christ, you gotta nit-pick every little thing?"
Willfully ignoring the fact that he's probably said twice or three times as much as Steve, letting his head rest it's full weight, finally, on the arm and shoulder behind him, like Steve's just a big pillow, body-warm and breathing and arranging itself to fit around him, which isn't so bad, come to think of it.