[He's starting to get annoyed. Starting, HA! he's been annoyed, but he's been able to at least lie to himself well enough to keep from punching out one of the yahoos who keeps glaring at him like an idiot. Yeah, like an idiot, because who glares at someone who's possibly going to become a werebear for goodness sake and decide that they sure do like your head at least four feet from your body? But he's kept his spirits up, managed to charm a couple of the village girls into literal haystacks to keep his spirits up (and his opinion on that is that haystacks are overrated and that girls are and always will be, regardless of the universe, G-d's gift to him, personally), and now he's looking to get some answers. He's not reading those loo-look pamphlets that sound like they were written by a self-help quack on a bender after movie night. No, he's looking for people who know what they're talking about. Or at the very least, a damn lab where he might be able to work some of this out himself...]
SCENARIO TWO
[...what the hell is he doing here? What, exactly, in the blue stinkin' blazes is he doing her? No really, what? Why is he in a forest? Why did he think it was a good idea to go into a forest? Wait wait wait... blonde, brunette, or redhead? Ahhhh. There's the ticket. But the girl seems to have scampered off and now he's just lost, which is not his favorite thing, in the woods, which will never be his favorite place to be. And where the hell are all these kids who keep laughing at him? He's never had the inclination to punch a schoolgirl in the face before, but it's starting to make more and more sense to him.]
SCENARIO THREE
[The thing about being the scientist is, if you're not a complete nincompoop, you're not the one who gets the funny features. Of course, you also don't get the bulging pecs and the kind of arm that the Dodgers would pay money for, but you at least always know what you're about and that everything's going to stay where it's supposed to, roughly.
So these fangs? These fangs just... are not going to happen. No, he's not doing this. He is not. He's gonna find a file and he's going to file these babies down and they're going to pretend like this all DIDN'T HAPPEN because no. No no no. This is not happening.] All right folks, anyone got a good file, smallish, maybe the kind you'd use for wearing down a bolt or something?
SCENARIO FOUR
[He really wishes he had his money right about now. His money would be great because he could pay these whackos off and go about his business, but his car might not be bad either. He could use his car, run away, far past where they could get him, or if they kept up with this nonsense, maybe just run over a couple of them, lickity split. But no, he's here, and they're here, and they've got guns and stakes and swords and is that garlic? No, something else. The whole kit and caboodle, anyway, as if they're not sure exactly which kind of beasty he is, exactly. Which is fair, he supposes. No telling what you might come upon and better to be prepared. But right now, he'd really rather they weren't because he's going to do his best to get AWAY...]
Howard Stark | MCU
SCENARIO ONE
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SCENARIO THREE
So these fangs? These fangs just... are not going to happen. No, he's not doing this. He is not. He's gonna find a file and he's going to file these babies down and they're going to pretend like this all DIDN'T HAPPEN because no. No no no. This is not happening.]
All right folks, anyone got a good file, smallish, maybe the kind you'd use for wearing down a bolt or something?
SCENARIO FOUR