LOL that's OK. It's fine to demand. I demanded prompts pretty brusquely too!
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"No, seriously, how did you do that?"
Tony Stark blew an elitist puff of breath through his nose and leaned even more over Steve Roger's shoulder. "Watch closely this time," he commanded.
Tony had a lot of good qualities, Steve reminded himself.
"You have to right click," Iron Man's alter ego stressed, jerking the mouse around on the smooth wooden desk. "Then click Save As."
"I did do that," Steve protested.
Tony was often understanding when it came to Steve's minor misunderstandings with modern life. He could be very gentle in his suggestions for how Steve should shake hands with women, at what height Steve should wear his pants, or what kind of loofah to buy. (He even explained what the heck a loofah was.)
"No," Tony drawled. "Because if you had, then you'd understand this already."
But Tony Stark always, ALWAYS lost his patience when trying to explain technology. He would try to be helpful and informative, but he would either become too detailed and accuse Steve of eyes-glazing-over boredom, or he'd skim too quickly over processes that were, to Steve, not second nature. Heck, not third or fifth nature.
Saving files to a hard drive? One of those alien things he was still getting used to.
"You're saving them in the temp folders. You need to choose another folder, you understand?"
Steve cradled his chin in his hands, frowning at Tony's reflection in the monitor, too close behind him.
"Yes," Steve lied. He glared at the mouse, which was still seized in Tony's hand, and wished he would be allowed to take control of it again.
Tony weighed his answer before sighing heavily. "Move," he intoned, pushing at Steve's powerful shoulder.
Steve rolled his eyes and relinquished the office chair to Tony, who set to work like a pro.
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:23 am (UTC)<><><>
"No, seriously, how did you do that?"
Tony Stark blew an elitist puff of breath through his nose and leaned even more over Steve Roger's shoulder. "Watch closely this time," he commanded.
Tony had a lot of good qualities, Steve reminded himself.
"You have to right click," Iron Man's alter ego stressed, jerking the mouse around on the smooth wooden desk. "Then click Save As."
"I did do that," Steve protested.
Tony was often understanding when it came to Steve's minor misunderstandings with modern life. He could be very gentle in his suggestions for how Steve should shake hands with women, at what height Steve should wear his pants, or what kind of loofah to buy. (He even explained what the heck a loofah was.)
"No," Tony drawled. "Because if you had, then you'd understand this already."
But Tony Stark always, ALWAYS lost his patience when trying to explain technology. He would try to be helpful and informative, but he would either become too detailed and accuse Steve of eyes-glazing-over boredom, or he'd skim too quickly over processes that were, to Steve, not second nature. Heck, not third or fifth nature.
Saving files to a hard drive? One of those alien things he was still getting used to.
"You're saving them in the temp folders. You need to choose another folder, you understand?"
Steve cradled his chin in his hands, frowning at Tony's reflection in the monitor, too close behind him.
"Yes," Steve lied. He glared at the mouse, which was still seized in Tony's hand, and wished he would be allowed to take control of it again.
Tony weighed his answer before sighing heavily. "Move," he intoned, pushing at Steve's powerful shoulder.
Steve rolled his eyes and relinquished the office chair to Tony, who set to work like a pro.