Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

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Well, that'd been an interesting end of the week.

Or something.

Tony was somehow still cleaning up after the party, frowning at the disturbing collection of chip flavors leftover from it.

"Maybe Kitty would like them?" he muttered to himself. Pregnant women were supposed to have odd cravings, right?

[for that fella!]

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"Just not the wasabi ginger ones," Steve said, making a face. "Those threw me into a coughing fit because teenager me is an idiot and ate them by the handful."

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"And now adult you wants to eat them all to prove a point?" Tony asked.

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"No," Steve said. "Adult me doesn't want to give pregnant Kitty heartburn. She might come over and kick me."

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"I want to know how you even found all of them," Tony said, trying his very best not to laugh at that. Well, not too much laughter at least.

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Steve chuckled and shook his head. "I went to a lot of bodegas. I was a little desperate to impress you."

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Tony gave him the fondest look for that, holding onto a bag of biscuits and gravy flavored hell like it was precious. "You you sweet. And Rhodey vouched for you."

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Steve beamed at that. "He did?"

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Tony rolled his eyes, tossing the bag at him with a laugh. "Of course he did."

Didn't even make a thing out of teenage Tony calling in a minor panic about waking up in a bed with a strange guy.

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"It's nice to hear, that's all," Steve said, blushing furiously. "I've got zero chance of sticking around if Rhodey doesn't approve."

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"Awww, sweetheart," Tony said, holding our a hand for him. "Are you scared of my honey bear?"

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Steve smiled but nodded. "Terrified of him."

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"He likes you," Tony promised. "He just has to maintain that big brother thing. And whatever that weird rivalry between the Air Force and the Army is all about."

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"Inferiority complex," Steve replied immediately, grinning and reaching his hand into a bag of chips without reading the front.

Enjoy those grilled cheese and ketchup sandwich flavored chips, Steve. After all, you bought them.

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"Yeah, those poor Army grunts," Tony replied with a sly grin.

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Steve through a potato chip at him. "Hilarious."

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Tony blew him a kiss for that. "Sorry, I have more friends in the Air Force, darling."

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"Hmph," Steve said, cleaning up a small mountain of red Solo cups.

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"You're still my favorite," Tony called after him.

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"I believe you," Steve said, smiling.

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Which just made Tony smile as he picked up a half full garbage bag toss in more unfortunate beer bottles. "At least we didn't have that HYDRA beer around this time."

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"Hooray for small favors," Steve laughed.

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"You would have died if you drank it!"

Because, well, look at teen you, Steve. Look at him.

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Steve laughed louder. "I wasn't that fragile, Tony."

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"I still wanted to wrap you in a blanket the whole time," Tony replied. "Maybe one of those plastic bubbles."

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Steve made a face at him. "You're weren't that subtle about that impulse."