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He snaps.

The glass slams on the counter and as he turns, his posture turns predatory, the anger and frustration and the offense swelling in his expression and words. “—In case you’ve forgotten, Howard Stark was murdered. I’m not Howard Stark. I haven’t been Howard Stark in twenty god damn years. I had to give up the company I built from the ground, I had to leave my son. And no, it wasn’t easy. It’s never been easy. But don’t you dare try to equate what I went through to this.” He gestures at Eames.

“Do it again, and I’ll throw you out of here so fast your head will spin.”

Normally, it took a lot to upset him. Normally, he could handle just about anything anyone threw his way with nothing more than a laugh. This was different. This had hit a nerve that he didn’t think possible. And this would most likely destroy whatever was between them. But it had to be said. He had to put it out there once and for all. Eames knew it was time to stop playing games, to stop running, and just throw it all out there.

“You’re right. How dare I compare having to give up my life to what you gave up. I wouldn’t know a bloody thing about that would, I?! I wouldn’t know what it’s like to lose what you hold dear, to get off a fucking plane and find out your family was dead. You’re not the only one who’s lost something.”

The ire was all there, just waiting for the right moment to let it go. But he couldn’t. As much as Howard had angered him, the sensible part reminded him that he’d also made sense. To the world he wasn’t Howard Stark. Just like to the world he was only Eames and not Jamison. They’d both kept themselves hidden away and now it seemed as if it was going to bite him in the arse. And maybe that was the point. He needed to be reminded that not everything was black white or even grey.

“But we’re not comparing loss here. You scare me. The thought of a ‘normal’ life scares me. Normal is not something I’ve ever had. The last time I did it was ripped from me. So I’m sure you can see why I’m so bloody hesitant. But I’d try it once again. For you.”

If Howard even wanted him to.

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