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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"I'll wait while you do," Steve said helpfully.

[imafuturist]

"...fine." Now he had to find some thin sweaters. Damn it, Steve.

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Steve beamed at him. "I'm gonna go find socks!" he said, heading back to the other bedroom. "Wow!" he called. "This bed is really big!"

If you think he's not jumping on it right now, Tony, it's like you don't even know him.

[imafuturist]

"Please don't fall off!" Tony called after him, wondering how Sarah Rogers managed this.

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"I'm fine!" Steve called back, followed, inevitably, by a heavy thunk. "I'm still okay!"

[imafuturist]

"That's good," Tony replied weakly. Then mouthed 'why?' Up at JARVIS like he was in charge of Steve's safety

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"Ow," Steve muttered, rubbing his elbow as he reemerged from the back room.

[imafuturist]

"You didn't break anything, right?" Tony asked, only half teasing as he tugged on an MIT sweatshirt.

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"Me or the room?" Steve checked carefully.

[imafuturist]

"You. Stuff can be replaced." People, not so much.

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Steve smiled at that. "I'm okay," he said stoutly. "I've had waaay worse."

Probably not as reassuring as you think, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"What does that consist of?" Tony, why even ask that?

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"I had scarlet fever last winter," Steve said, "so now my heart's not so strong. Plus the asthma. And Ma says I catch every cold in the borough."

[imafuturist]

"And this is why you're wearing a jacket with those sweaters."

MAYBE A THIRD SWEATER.

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Steve gave him a mulish look. "I don't wanna."

[imafuturist]

"You can wear my leather jacket," Tony wheedled. Because that was a cool thing for kids, right? Right.

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Steve had a weakness for leather jackets going way back. "What color?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

Score one for Tony!

"Black." And it would look oversized and adorable on him.

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"Ooooh," Steve said quietly. "Okay. And we're still getting donuts?"

[imafuturist]

"We are still getting donuts," Tony assured him. "And maybe something for breakfast again tomorrow."

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"Your oatmeal was good," Steve said with a smile.

In case Tony was worried or something.

"Sometimes Ma and I stop at the diner after church," he added.

[imafuturist]

"There's a diner here too. We can go there then."

Unless someone got sick on him.

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Someone was totally going to get sick on him.

"That would be great!"

Inside voice, Steve.

[imafuturist]

Tony would graciously let that go with a smile, nudging him along. "Sweater and then jacket."

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"That's three sweaters," Steve muttered, scuffing his feet along the floor.