Chaos theory

“Influence.”

“Yes,” Steve replied, leaning back against the wall. Tony often spouted random words at him; the man would get to a point eventually.

“Oh.”

“Oh what?” Steve asked, mustering all of his patience.

“Vessel,” Tony replied, tossing a wrench on the workbench, his features annoyed.

“As in, the thing I’m about to burst? Get to the point!”

“Incentive?” Tony asked.

“I’ll come back when you have a coherent sentence. How’s that for incentive?” Steve turned and stalked back towards his room, irritated.

Five minutes. A new record. Tony tapped his earpiece with a smile, resetting his random word generator.