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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Hopefully it wpuld involve brooding while looking out into the ocean. Or maybe the stars. Those were some classics.

But most likely all the repression in the world. Who didn't love some repression?

Tony held put his hand like he was letting Steve go first here.

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"Oh, you're all heart," Steve teased, ripping the other sleeve off of his uniform, just to be symmetrical.

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"You're the one who wanted me to danxe," Tony replied, gathering up the nerve to shove at Steve's chest and invade his personal space.

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"I was thinking more in terms of your choreography, but sure, I'm game," Steve said.

Even amnesiac Steve couldn't back down from a challenge.

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Maybe this would teach him a very important lesson about it? No? No. Probably not.

"I hope my choreography isn't just me doing The Robot while removing clothing," Tony replied, trying to picture how not sexy that would be. "Also, you kind of look like a dolphin trainer right now."

It was the lack of sleeves.

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"You might be able to pull that off?" Steve offered hopefully, looking down at his suit. "Lose the top part?" he guessed.

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"You--you could," Tony replied, eyebrows going up. He frowned down at his the undersuit rather than look at Steve, trying to pinch at the material on his arm to pull away. Instead of that happening, the black just retreated from his fingertips to reveal bare skin.

Which was helpful. Sure.

"Oh, that's weird."

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"Bet the ladies love that," Steve said, waggling his eyebrows. "A few guys, too."

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"Uh huh," Tony replied dryly, focusing a little on the image of sleeveless like Steve was sporting and finding it was actually doing just that. He was magical. "I'm sure they notice me standing next to you."

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"Not everyone likes blonds," Steve said with a philosophical shrug.

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Tony rolled his shoulders and made a face like he was just humoring the guy. "I'm pretty sure I was only hired because I can control my outfit with my mind."

Look, it was now a v-neck! And now it was a ridiculously deep v. He was having way too much fun with this.

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A ridiculously deep V Steve was ogling appreciatively. "It's a really cool trick."

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"Probably saves on costume cost," he replied with a shy little grin and look at Steve's outfit. What was left of it.

SHIELD would never get an answer on what happened to it, would they?

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He's honest, but not necessarily...oversharing on details. Yes.

"You'd think they'd have made this easier to tear," Steve agreed. "Maybe it's to show off my biceps."

Maybe he should also tear stumps in half! Just spitballing.

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Maybe only to make some poor technician cry. Because no one would believe him if he tried to share this.

"They are very... bicep-y," Tony admitted, doing a little ogling of his own. Goddamn, son. "Maybe it's to build up the reveal?"

Just ask Peggy Carter about the reactions to revealing all of that.

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Or Howard!

...Maybe not Howard.

"How much do you think I reveal?" Steve asked, frowning down at his pants. "There's not a lot of room in the pants for, you know, much else."

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That would end in so many tears.

Tony tilted his head and squinted a little like he was actually doing the math on what could be contained therein. Because he was actually doing the math. Jesus, Tony. "I think it depends on what you're wearing underneath?"

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Turned out that Steve could still blush! "It's red white and blue?"

And tiiiiiny. Natasha had a wicked sense of humor, and in his right mind Steve wouldn't have EVER touched them.

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"...really?" Natasha, why?

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"With a shield. I don't know why."

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SURE YOU DIDN'T, STEVE.

"Like for a fan dance?"

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"Oh, God, I hope not," Steve said.

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Tony was trying very hard not to grin at that. Veeeery hard.

"I'm sure you did a great job?"

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"I feel like I have a pretty strong work ethic," Steve said, flexing. "I don't think these muscles just magically appeared."

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Yes, a comment should have been made about that in any other situation, but luckily for Steve, Tony had amnesia. And was distracted by the flexing.

"You must work out a lot," Tony agreed, not able to look away.