Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

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Tony woke up to an ungodly cacophony that pretty much only he could hear. Data streams, stray satellite feeds, basic tech in the house...

He made a small noise of pain, shoving the heels of his hands against his eyes like that might help, and went through a mantra of 'make it stop, make it stop' inside his head, not hearing the concerned:

"Sir? Sir, you are overloading the local processo--"

Until everything just... suddenly stopped. And he was able to look around what seemed to be a living room without any pain. Because of course he'd passed out on the couch last night rather than his perfectly ergonomic bed. Not that he even knew about said bed at the moment, but still.

"What just happened?" he asked himself quietly. Or maybe he was asking the voice. There'd been a voice, right?

Come Monday, JARVIS was so not going to be a happy camper about being forced into blackout mode by a panicked technopath. Words would be had on the subject, Stark!

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[fjordicswagger]

There was clearly no better thing to do, after waking up with no memories whatsoever, than calling everyone in your contacts.

So Tony's phone was ringing.

If it, you know. Still worked.

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It did indeed!

The noise in Tony's head this time was bearable if a little weird. Also weird how it was kindly labeled as 'Tamsin' for some reason. "Hello?"

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"Hi!" chirped the woman, who had not yet seen anything with her name on it and so had no idea she was Tamsin. "I'm just calling you because you're in my phone! Hi!"

That was... a lot of sunshine for this early in the morning.

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"Hi," Tony returned, slightly less hesitant than he'd been before. He tried pulling at the line of data streaming from this phone call, looking a little awed at the process. "You're apparently in mine as well. Hi."

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"Cool," the woman said. "So you're... Tony? What's up, Tony?"

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"I have no idea," Tony replied, still mentally poking at the phoneline. "You're Tamsin then?"

And he was Tony. That was good to know because he didn't fucking carry a license or ID because he was Tony Stark.

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"If that's what the phone says, I guess so!"

You didn't need to end everything in an exclamation mark, Tamsin.

"I just woke up here. Weird, right?"

But it felt like that was the way it was supposed to be.

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Excuse you, she needed all of the exclamation marks.

"I did too. Wherever here is." Now he had to wonder how the heck they knew each other.

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"I think mine is a house," Tamsin whispered.

Well, stage-whispered. It wasn't very subtle. "I have a house!"

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Okay, now he could see it. She was pretty adorable.

"So, you're Tamsin with a house," Tony said, smiling despite the weird situation. "And I'm Tony with... I think this is an apartment. Doesn't feel like a house. Honestly, I'm not sure what a house feels like. I can tell you how many satellites and cell towers this phone call is bouncing off of though. That's normal, right?"

Ramble away, Tones. Just ramble away.

[fjordicswagger]

"I don't know," Tamsin said, because she honestly didn't. "How many are there? Can you tell me?"

So much excitement. "Or is it a secret?"

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"...I have no idea." Oh god, what if it was a secret? "But five. Total. I think we might be in space."

HE WAS BOTH WEIRDED OUT AND REALLY EXCITED ABOUT THAT ONE.

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"Really?" Beat. "Hold on!"

There were footsteps. And a door opening.

"Oh my god. It's all full of stars!"

He was lucky he was getting this version of amnesiac Tamsin, and not the almost feral one.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve woke up in his own bed and without voices in his head, so he was already two steps ahead of Tony. Yay! Not that he knew Tony.

Or who he was. Or much of anything.

After looking in the mirror and flexing his arms for entirely too long, he heard Tony's voice (thanks to superhearing!) and called out, "Hello? Who's there?"

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Of course he did. Geeze, Steve.

"...hello?" he called back, getting up from the couch to investigate. That did not sound like the voice before at least!

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"Hello!" Steve echoed. "Where are you? This place is really big."

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"I thought it was kinda small," Tony muttered to himself, not sure why he'd think that. But there it was. "Living room."

His stomach growled a little.

"Wait, kitchen. Kitchen now. Please tell me there's food in here."

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Steve took a couple of wrong turns, then found the kitchen. "Depends if a Hot Pocket is food," he reported from the freezer.

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"Works for me," Tony said, giving the coffee pot a little poke to find it also dinged on the weird brain stuff he had going on.

Then turned to greet the person who hopefully had answers for what was going on. "Hi. Wow. You are not what I expected."

With the tall and the blond and the triangle shape.

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"Should I apologize for that or somethin'?" Steve asked with a slight quirk to his eyebrows. "You're my....roommafe? Cousin? Boyfriend?"

Steve, how should Tony know that.

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"No? Maybe? Sorry, I don't even know how I got here," he admitted, flushing a little in embarrassment. Ugh. Tony was going to hate this later. "I was hoping you would."

Or that voice from before. That could totally come back to explain this stuff.

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Steve blinked. "Well...you weren't in bed with me," he offered, "so that probably means roommates."

Beat.

"You wouldn't happen to know my name? I found a really weird costume in the closet and a red, white and blue shield that I tripped over, but no wallet."

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"Which leaves friend or cousin open." A beat. "Or I did something wrong because I woke up on the couch."

He frowned, patting at his own pockets to make sure he hadn't missed a wallet either. But he was Tony Stark and other people carried wallets for him. He did, however, find a strange card instead. "Is that me?"

Look, he hadn't found a mirror yet.

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"It is!" Steve confirmed eagerly. "You're an A. Apparently."

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"I really hope that's not my name," Tony muttered, turning the card to look at it closer. "Maybe we have a costume club?"

Because the actual fuck was he wearing in that picture? And what was going on with his bangs? The beard was... eh.