Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Morning

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Steve had been known to steal most of the covers in the night, but today he woke up absolutely swimming in the comforter.

In fact the entire bed seemed huge.

Like...worryingly huge. "Hey, Tony?" he said, reaching for him. "You awake?"

Since it was just past Stupid O'Clock in the morning, probably not...

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[imafuturist]

Awake? Hell no. Very, very comfortable in his literal blanket nest? Yes.

He made a distressed noise at being woken up too early, trying to shove his head under a pillow. The massive, massive pillow.

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"Tony--" Steve whined. "I think the room got really, really big overnight."

Or something.

[imafuturist]

Tony's eyes shot open at that and he sat up. Or tried to sit up where he was engulfed by blankets. "JARVIS, was Hank anywhere near here?"

"Unfortunately not, sir.

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Steve sat up too. "Well, you're the right size," he said.

Tony was not.

[imafuturist]

"I don't think I am," Tony said, working his way out from under the blanket. "Or you are."

He was using his keen scientific mind for that conclusion.

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"But we're not young," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"I would have preferred that, honestly," he admitted, relieved to find he was still in pajamas of clothing stolen from Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve glanced down at the...nothing he was wearing.

Crud.

"So we're really, really small?"

[imafuturist]

"I think? It's Pym Particles at least?" Was that better? It was not.

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"Does that mean the rest of the clothing in my drawers might've shrunk?" Steve asked oh-so-hopefully.

[imafuturist]

"We can hope." The answer was gonna be no, however. "If we can get out of the bed without breaking an ankle."

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Steve walked over to the edge to peer alllll the way down, his bare little butt getting very cold as he did so. "Suppose we could use the sheet as some kind of rope thing?"

[imafuturist]

Tony considered that for a moment. "Think you can rip the sheets to make you a toga before that? Not that I'm not enjoying the view..."

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"I can lift up a motorcycle," Steve said, psyching himself up a bit. "I'm sure I can rip a sheet."

Probably.

[imafuturist]

Tony eyed the sheet compared to Steve for a moment. Because. Yeah.

"Of course you can," he said loyally.

[heroic_jawline]

"You don't seem entirely convinced," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"I think you'll manage more than me." Which wasn't too hard. "And if not, I can still control the armor to help."

Yes. Normal sized armor just shuttling them around.

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"Won't the armor smush us?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"I'm not going to smush us," Tony said with a sigh. Because the armor was clearly just an extension of himself. In Tony's mind.

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"I trust you," Steve said, giving the sheet an experimental tug. "I just don't know how big the armor's going to seem today."

[imafuturist]

"Let's cross that bridge... if we have to." At least the sheets were a ridiculously high thread count to be comfortable for Steve to wear?

[heroic_jawline]

That was making them a little tough for his adorably muscled arms to rip, though.

Not that he was going to admit to having trouble just yet.

"We could ride around on the gauntlet?"

Steve, no.

[imafuturist]

Just think about showing off those guns!

"The gauntlet isn't a magic carpet, Steve."

[heroic_jawline]

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, giving the sheet a harder yank.

[imafuturist]

"I'm sure." At some point when he wasn't zoning out on Steve's arms, Tony just might remember that he could just wear the underarmor suit and give Steve his pajamas back.