Penthouse Apartment of Stark Baby Tower, Monday Morning

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Tony was regretting the number of dogs he'd ended up with here. Mostly because he was presently covered in them as he tried to go through work emails. Tried was the key word there because they were being needy and competitive for the attention he could provide.

"Steve, you can turn back any moment now," he just sighed as he was up to his neck in fur.

It'd be so nice if things worked that way, wouldn't it?

[for the husband!]

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"Should we get them suits?"

They would not wear them.

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"They don't need suits," Steve said firmly.

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"Paintball suits!" Although...

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"Oh, paintball suits are different," Steve said. "They should probably have those."

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"I'll get to work on that." They would be ripped to shreds so fast.

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And that was putting aside the fight to get the dogs into the suits to begin with!

"You're a genius," Steve said, grinning. "You'll be swell."

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Tony pulled him into a kiss for that. Because it was sweet and also he'd missed Steve. Then immediately regretted it because Steve had been a dog for over a week. "Okay, maybe we get you dressed and showered before any w-a-l-k-s happen."

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"And teeth," Steve guessed astutely.

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"And teeth." Ah, marriage. Wasn't it grand?

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It was nice being known!

Steve smiled. "You'll be okay with the gang?"

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"I've been with them all week," Tony assured him dryly.

While Fee found the remote and cracked it between her teeth.

"Work in progress."

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Steve laughed and kissed the top of Tony's head. "I'll make it quick."

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"Thank you!" Tony sighed and tried to replace the broken remote with a kong.

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"Maybe something she can tug?" Steve suggested.

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"Good idea." Bad idea.

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"She'll love it."

Tony's arm sockets might love it less?

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"Shoo. I've got them," he promised. Even though he did not, in fact, have them.

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"I'll be right back," Steve promised.

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Tony was tackled the moment that Steve was out of sight.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Let's find you guys some better toys. I'm sure we've got them still."

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Patriot went skittering off to defend his toys, just in case, while Steve took a quick shower and a long time brushing his teeth.

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When he'd find Tony again, the puppies were chewing on some material that was still in the stress test phase of being used for either Stark Industries or Iron Man. Or both, possibly.

And Tony was trying to take notes as Fee lay directly across his legs as she chewed.

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"Are you using our dogs for science?" Steve teased.

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"It's the only thing she hasn't broken," Tony insisted. "Liberty is the control group."

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"Do I want to know what it's made of?" Steve asked.

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"Prototype. Can't share," Tony said solemnly. "It's proprietary, after all."