Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

[imafuturist]

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!

[open yesss]

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[imafuturist]

Tony blinked, breaking himself out of his weird math as he shuffled backwards against a counter top. "Sorry."

[heroic_jawline]

"No harm done," Steve said, waving his hand. "Let's see if we can find some good music and get dancing!"

This was going to be such a shitshow.

[imafuturist]

A shitshow of strippers and poor choices!

"There's got to be a radio around here somewhere, right?"

The fanciest one possible.

[heroic_jawline]

"Definitely!"

Probably a tax write off for work expenses! Strippers totally itemized, right?

[imafuturist]

Glitter was a totally a deductible expense.

Tony spun around, wiggling his fingers in the air like he had robot superpowers to find these things. "Maybe... this way?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Sure," Steve said, shrugging philosophically.

[imafuturist]

"Worth a shot," Tony agreed, ambling toward the living room where he'd woken up. "Think this place is yours then?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, I was in the bed and you weren't...so, sure?" Steve said, frowning. "It's nice."

[imafuturist]

"Guess you must make good money," Tony said, running a hand over the television. Maybe if he concentrated he could put music on that?

[heroic_jawline]

"I must," Steve agreed, looking around. It still seemed weirdly large to him.

[imafuturist]

Clearly they had very weird reactions to the amount of space because Tony thought it looked small and homey.

"Looked outside yet?" Tony asked, getting the television to turn on with a thought. Aw yeah, robopowers activate.

[heroic_jawline]

"...no," Steve admitted. "Think it's full of magic robots?"

[imafuturist]

And the TV was on... a news channel. Ew.

"It looks like a castle out there."

[heroic_jawline]

"Bullshit," Steve said, poking his head out to see.

[imafuturist]

"See?" Tony said, abandoning the news station.

[heroic_jawline]

"Why don't we live in the castle?"

[imafuturist]

"Because we're strippers, Steve."

Strippers.

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe we strip for the people in the castle?"

Steve. NO.

[imafuturist]

"Well, we might?" TONY, NOT YOU TOO.

[heroic_jawline]

"Strippers to kings," Steve mused. "Sweet gig."

[imafuturist]

"Explains how you can afford this place." Look at them finding logic in this somehow.

[heroic_jawline]

"We must be extremely talented," Steve decided.

[imafuturist]

"And that's probably why our boss is 'The president'."

Because of a castle. See?

[heroic_jawline]

"Right," Steve agreed. "Because calling him the king would be kinda tacky or something."