[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The heavily striped exotic beast would release a soft breath laying in the snow contemplating over his life and how he had gotten here with Steve, how he would get frustrated around the other and when he wasn't trying to would sometimes scoff at the sandy lion being more sarcastic than usual. He figured that it was due to the fact that the other hadn't made a move on him but, Stark wouldn't ever admit that since he knew that sometimes occurred to people when they liked someone else at this level. He heaved a soft breath using a large paw to scoop up some snow into his forepaw, he would stare at it feeling the cold snow kissing his paws until they were numbed and he had lost a bit of feeling in them. He would let out a soft huff escape his jaws as warm chocolate eyes surveyed the area and curved ears would try picking up any sound of approaching clanmates, he rested his cheek on one of his arms staring out into the distance feeling at home here but then again, he thought it was only home because he was here with Killua, Steve, and Jacob remained a familiar face even if there interactions had been minimum. Steve had taken a liking to the kid so Stark figured that he might as well try and socialize with the people around here.

"This isn't like t'city. . ." He finally concluded rising to his paws and starting to walk about, he could remember he had a tower of his own which he always liked to call the Stark Tower, oh, how he had loved it. Not dealing with personal issues but the way he felt like the place had been his type of kingdom and his tower was his sweet getaway. Names of his past clanmates were a blur in his mind but he could only make out a select few with a face or two that would be familiar to him. He could remember on how he had started when he first joined his home, he had proved to be a hardworker and slowly climbed up the ranks higher than anyone else ever had. Eventually he was the deputy of the joint but, it was short lived since the leader before him had decided to step down leaving him as the new leader and well, the old camp had gone into ruins. Stark had rose slowly telling all of those people that were now under his law that they would be safe and he realized from that day on that he carried the world on his shoulders. He led them out of the ruins of the old territory before introducing them to a city which had been their new home. Some of the things weren't remembered as much as others, some vague and others vivid. He recalled one thing, the clan being warbound.

Something Steve didn't like, it made his stomach do little nervous flips though he reminded himself that there wasn't anything to worry about. He needn't worry about those kind of things especially now that he was here in Snowbound where the climate was something he could tolerate and use it as an excuse to sleep with Steve, sleep being as next to him not the other thing. Steve Rogers was old-fashioned whilst Stark; he thought about the future and all the possibilities. Every single one of them. What difference they'd make and whatnot, he found it to be fun in imagining how things would be if it were different. One thing was for sure was that Steve was starting to rub off on Stark to the point where it felt like he couldn't live without the other, feeling as if Steve were his other half. It was funny really and endearing to think that way about Steve without uttering a word to anyone, Stark bottled it up like most of his feelings toward anything.