Penthouse Apartment of That Bitty Tower Labeled Stark, Sunday Evening

[imafuturist]

Well, the whole time in New Orleans had been... interesting. Yes, that was what Tony was going with as he navigated the weird, funhouse mirror versions of events from his own world taking place in Steve's. But now they were back home and waiting for any updates from Fury.

And Steve was, well, not taking the waiting well. Which was why Tony had sent him out for dinner and he was pretty sure Steve had gone into Brooklyn for it. On foot.

Just running out all the emotions in a perfectly healthy fashion.

[for the husband!]

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[imafuturist]

"I'm not that out of shape," Tony replied, leaving him and the dog alone as he went to get his own eclectic mix of food.

[upthereistheendgame]

And, during that brief little period of being alone, the phone, yes that phone chimed with a simple: Thanks.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve jumped in his seat, read the text and grinned at the word there for an embarrassingly long time. It never sat right with him when he and Tony were at odds. It happened frequently, but he didn't enjoy it. He texted back an immediate, Of course. Has F been in contact?

[upthereistheendgame]

No. But then came, But Fri is tracking him for me.

[heroic_jawline]

Good. I don't think he would've told us about our...neighbors...if he'd had any other choice.

[upthereistheendgame]

It's Fury.

Which meant Tony agreed with that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve huffed a laugh at that reply. I don't enjoy fumbling my way in the dark. Tell Fri thanks

[imafuturist]

"Good message?" Tony asked as he got back from the kitchen.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled at the phone, then at Tony. "Tony reached out."

[imafuturist]

"We ready to head out?" Because maybe Fury really did work that fast!

[heroic_jawline]

"Not yet," Steve said, still smiling. "He wrote anyway."

[imafuturist]

"A good message, I gather," Tony said, settling in to sit next to him.

[heroic_jawline]

"He said thanks," Steve said, beaming.

[imafuturist]

Tony let out a little laugh at that. "You're very easy to cheer up."

[heroic_jawline]

"We haven't really been texting pals for a while," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

Tony leaned into his side a little for that. "A good step forward."

[heroic_jawline]

"It is," Steve said. "I've missed him."

[imafuturist]

"Feeling better now?"

After walking to Brooklyn.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll feel better when the Skrulls are resolved, but this seems like a good step back to where we were," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"We'll get there," Tony promised. "Figured it out before my world did."

Lucky bastards.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded, starting on his dinner. Second dinner. Details. "That's what has me hopeful, though I did notice how they were squirrelly about how many Skrulls are involved."

[imafuturist]

"I think a number would be hard to pin down with something like this," Tony replied slowly. "They're shapeshifters."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'd like to know if it's a few hundred or half the planet," Steve said. "Just to anticipate how hard I'm gonna get hit."

[imafuturist]

"They said something about a colony off planet," Tony said thoughtfully, fiddling with a slice of pizza as he thought about it.

[heroic_jawline]

"They did," Steve said, "so that's probably not for dozens of Skrull."