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Penthouse Apartment of That Bitty Tower Labeled Stark, Sunday Evening

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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"How?" Steve demanded.

"A very good disguise and people being very much the worst?" Did that sound about right?

"That's depressing," Steve admitted.

"Yes," Tony agreed, glumly eating another bite. "So, I guess I understand some of the fear."

"How long did he rule or did you figure it out quickly?" Steve asked.

"Oh, he only got to Secretary of Defense, no presidential run there."

"That's only a little reassuring," Steve said.

"Also, there was a red version of the Hulk." Tony was so helpful.

"...how did he turn red?" Steve asked.

"That was actually Ross, not Bruce," Tony said thoughtfully. "Maybe we keep that in mind."

"He didn't happen to get a sample of blood from SHIELD in your world, right?" Steve asked, still deeply suspicious of whatever Fury was up to.

"No, he got it from the Red Skull." But it was indeed Hulk blood!

"That's not much better," Steve had to admit. "How did Red Skull get it?"

"I assume the same way Fury has," Tony replied.

Steve made a face. "Creepy people lurking around fight scenes."

"Weird people always tend to show up around them," Tony admitted.

"Is there an invisible weird person magnet?" Steve wondered.

"We're weird people too, sweetheart."

"But we're nice weird," Steve decided.

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