In a bar...

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Harry's having a fairly good day, as these things go. He's taking a break from work, and has absconded with Perry's laptop to the bar, where he is typing up a blog post detailing their last case. Or at least, what he's allowed to blog about. Perry still insists on checking these things over before Harry posts them (confidentiality and all that, which fine. Harry can work with that), but he's got pretty good at knowing which bits to leave out or alter slightly to keep Perry in business.

And besides. It's kind of fun, being like Dr Watson. Only, you know. Without the doctor part.

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"Yeah, he'll do that," Harry says. "Has he, like, started the thing yet where he is Iron Man, and then he denies it, and then he is again, and he denies it again?"

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"What? No, he's just like, all over being Iron Man. Tony Stark has privatised world peace and everyone needs to know. I swear to god he would put twinkle-lights on that fuckin' suit if it wouldn't neatly put it over the border from butch to completely gay."

Darcy's pretty sure there's some knight errant psychology going on there.