Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday morning [Oh God, so early]

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The sun was barely peaking up over the horizon when Steve popped up out of bed. "Tony," he said, shaking him awake. "Tony, Tony, Tooooony."

Steve was even more of a morning person when he was nine! Good luck with that, Tony.

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Steve still looked grumpy but he burrowed into another sweater, shooting Tony a very clear "Happy now?" look.

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"Ecstatic," Tony replied, getting the bacon and his beloved coffee going.

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"You know how to make oatmeal, right?" Steve checked. "You just add water. Or milk if you have extra."

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"I know how to make oatmeal."

He said, looking at the back of the container for the ratios.

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Steve looked even more dubious. "You're reading the box."

[imafuturist]

"It's good to know how they recommend things!" Yeah, it was going to be lumpy without even trying.

He put that aside to warm up milk in a pan for the hot cocoa instead.

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"Uh huh," Steve said. "Ma just knows."

[imafuturist]

"I hear moms are like that." Not that his mother was a cook or anything.

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"She's magic," Steve said, nodding.

[imafuturist]

"Again, a secret power of mothers," Tony replied, adding the cocoa mix to the milk and getting a mug out for Steve to pour into.

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"What's your mom's secret power?" Steve asked, watching the cocoa mug with interest.

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"Her secret power was that she sand the best lullabies when I was little," Tony replied with small smile as he put the mug down in front of Steve.

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"Did she know Toora Loora?" Steve asked, taking a cautious sip and letting out a small, contented sigh.

[imafuturist]

He could make decent hot cocoa at least!

"No, how does that go?"

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Steve took a sip of his cocoa again and began singing. "Toora, loora, loora. Toora, loora, li. Toora, loora, loora, hush, now don't you cry--"

He smiled. "She sings it to me when I'm sick."

[imafuturist]

"That's very nice of her," Tony replied earnestly, biting the bullet and getting that oatmeal started. "My mother sang opera."

Because it was the most Italian she could manage.

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"The man next door to us sings opera," Steve shared. "He's very...loud."

And not good.

[imafuturist]

"She wasn't that loud about it," Tony replied, placing some of thr cooked bacon on a plate to shove at Steve.

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"That probably made it better," Steve said, looking wide-eyed at the mound of food. "I can have more than one piece?!"

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"You can have as much as you want," Tony replied, eyeing the goop of his oatmeal attempt. "Save me a slice or two."

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"I'll save more than that," Steve promised. "I don't want a tummy ache."

[imafuturist]

"Okay, so a happy medium of bacon."

Which was still probably a lot.

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"Maybe three pieces?" Steve asked, still feeling impossibly greedy.

[imafuturist]

"Three is good," Tony replied solemnly, turning to face him with a bowl of oatmeal that was probably better than wallpaper paste.

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Steve looked at the bowl of oatmeal. "Are you sure Ma didn't show you how to make it?"

Because it totally looked like that at home.