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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"Well, I hope I'm in there," Tony said earnestly. "Maybe check the texts?"

And hopefully they wouldn't think Tony's name was Rumlow.

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There wouldn't be enough Axe on the island for that.

Steve scrolled. "You don't seem like a Natasha," he mused, "or...holy crap, I met the President? That's gotta be the name of the guy at A or somethin'."

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Maybe if Tony starting drinking protein shakes?

"Wow, if our boss makes us call him Mr. President..."

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"It might explain the red, white, and blue shield," Steve said, making a little face. "Gross. Okay, best guess you're either Tony or Fury. Fury's totally a stage name."

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Somewhere, Nick Fury inexplicably hated Captain America.

At that Tony laughed. "I would have thought I'd be something robot sounding. Unless it's supposed to be a secret. I vote Tony. Which still leaves you a mystery."

A beat.

"Wait, call that one. Maybe a phone still works here."

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Steve nodded. "Worth a try. Unless you want to be Weird Beard Guy."

Not nice, Steve.

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"My beard is not weird!" It was just meticulously angular.

Further proving robotics, really.

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"It's a little weird," Steve insisted, handing Tony a Hot Pocket.

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"We can't all be baby faced," Tony muttered, accepting the food easily.

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"And babies with facial hair's just weird," he agreed, pressing "call" on his phone now that he had a hand free again.

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Before Tony could comment on that mental image, he had the same sort of sensation in his head as he had earlier. Only, you know, less crippling.

"Oh. You're Other Steve," he confirmed, tilting his head as he idly followed the call signal through cell towers and satellites back to right across from him. "Nice too meet you, Other Steve."

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"Glad to be the second Steve you sometimes know," Steve said, winking.

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Seriously with the winking. He was just lucky this version of Tony didn't know any better and found it charming and worthy of a flush instead of the dorkiest damn thing possible.

"I wonder if there's an Other Other Steve," Tony replied with a grin.

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"Maybe, but I'm solidly number two, I think I can live with that," Steve said.

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"Well, since I don't actually remember the other one, you can move up to the top of the list," Tony said with an earnest grin.

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Steve gave him an unironic fist pump. "Awesome."

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Oh, Tony would make himself sad remembering this. Steeeeeeeeve. No, the other Steeeeeeeeve.

Instead of being a sad sack of emotional trauma, he grinned like that Jersey Shore bullshit was clearly his goal. "Well, I hope we don't have to work today because I have no idea how to dance."

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"Oh, I bet if we put on music it'd come back."

Steve. Steve, no.

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Steve, why must you make things difficult for them later on? Why?

"You think?" Tony asked dubiously.

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Because he was apparently hardwired to make everything the Hardest Ever?

"I'm sure of it," Steve said encouragingly. "Maybe you need your outfit too."

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"Maybe," Tony granted him, rubbing the back of his neck. "Where do you think I'd keep a robot suit here?"

It was literally in your bones, Tony.

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"A sexy robot suit, obviously," Steve said, nodding. "Maybe your closet?"

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"A sexy robot suit," Tony corrected, looking at the doors that were his options. He frowned, concentrating on which he'd pick as a bedroom and not a linen closet.

Then frowned, holding out his hand like he could feel where it might be. A hand that was suddenly being covered in black, inky material. "Okaaay..."

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"Holy crap!" Steve exclaimed.

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"Definitely a robot," Tony croaked, pulling up the t-shirt he was wearing to find it was covering all of him. "Wow."