Ballroom of Stark Mini Tower, Friday Afternoon

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JARVIS had notified Tony that something was happening in the ballroom today. And after several assurances that it was non-threatening, Tony made his way there with a cup of coffee in hand. All of that to find out the entire floor had turned into a ball pit.

Yes, balls flooded into the elevator once he stopped on the floor. And yes, it was a mess.

"This is going to be annoying to clean up," Tony sighed, trying his best to wade through the balls.

[sometimes it's necessary]

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What was Thor doing in the ballroom? Casually and straightfacedly throwing a plastic ball at Tony, that was what.

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"You're helping clean this up!" With god magic or something.

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"Indeed," Thor agreed. "I am helping." And he threw another ball at Tony. See? Helping. The ball had been removed from the floor.

That it was now on the floor again was irrelevant.

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Tony maturely, responsibly, calmly... threw one back at him.

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The ball bounced off Thor's chestplate and fell amongst its fellows before Thor picked it up and tossed it back at Tony. "Have at thee!"

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Tony snorted and attempted to keep up, but c'mon now. This wasn't his oeuvre.

"Did you cause this or is it just the island being... whimsical?"

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"Verily, my command of the weather now extends to manifesting hundreds--nay, thousands--of plastic balls indoors," Thor said dryly, so Tony could hear how silly that sounded.

I mean, you also have the Odinforce, Don pointed out helpfully, like a helper. If it could make a me it could probably also make a bunch of plastic balls.

Thor would just be ignoring that point.

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"I am going to point out that it's magic," Tony said, holding up a finger in protest. "Which would involve plastic ball hail. It feels like a Florida thing."

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"I have nothing to do with Florida," Thor pointed out, because ew, Tony. Florida? "Perhaps the island merely felt that the ballroom needed to be more literal."

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Well, Tony couldn't fault the latter, but the former...

"So your weather thing stops in Florida?"

Look, sometimes you just had to joke about things. For reasons.

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Thor did not deign to answer such a silly question in words.

Instead, he answered by throwing another ball at Tony's head.

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"It's for science, Thor!"

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Thor summoned up a gust of wind to pelt Tony with several balls at once. "You and your science!"

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It was his thing, okay! It was his thing.

"Cheater!"

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"I am using the resources I have available," Thor corrected with great dignity.

[heroic_jawline]

Well, clearly Steve had to defend his husband from the terrifying Norse god.

Through ball throwing, naturally, with super-soldier precision.

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"Alas, I see how it is," Thor said mournfully. "I am besieged."

As was Steve. By the plastic ball Thor was throwing at him.

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Oh no, the consequences of his actions, etc! Ignore the giggling, please, Thor, this was clearly a Very Serious Supersoldier on a Mission.

At least his aim was good through the laughter?

“Training exercise!”

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"A most worthy one!" Thor agreed as he fell dramatically backwards into the balls.

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“It’s so much fun,” Steve said, belly flopping into the balls like a sugared-up toddler (with the second best shoulders in the building).

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"Stark wants to investigate the cause," Thor told him. "He seems to suspect me, for some reason."

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“You're not also the god of plastic balls, are you?” Steve asked. “It hasn’t come up in class.”

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"I am not," Thor affirmed. "But he seems to think I could cause a rain of them, were we in Florida."

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“…why Florida?” Steve asked warily.

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“This is swell!” Steve yelled on his way past, cannonballing into the balls.

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"Do you know how many there have to be to fill up a space this big?" It was a lot, Steve! A lot!

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“I don’t, but I bet it’s a lot!” Steve said with a grin. “You’re already doing the math on it, aren’t you?”

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"I can't give a fully accurate number without the exact size of the balls." Heh. Balls.

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“They all look roughly the same size,” Steve said with a bright, slightly teasing smile. “Have you measured a lot of balls before?”

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"I will leave you to clean this on your own," Tony warned.

He would never.

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“Does it need to be cleaned?” Steve asked. “Patty would never be seen again if he got loose in here, but other than that…”

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"Well, we can't just keep a ballpit in the ballroom," Tony replied.

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Steve gave him big eyes from where he'd buried himself up to his chin. “At least for a little while?”

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Tony sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "For a little bit."

It would last for at least a month.

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“You’re the best,” he said, plowing through the balls to give Tony a kiss. “Thank you. We probably won’t need them for Yule.”

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"It would make for an interesting party theme," Tony granted him.

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“With cotton candy, maybe a Ferris wheel, fire jugglers…”

Steve, no.