Not even sunrise, Wednesday morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was an obnoxiously perky morning person, even when (like tonight. He'd fallen into a Wikipedia hole) he hadn't slept for more than a few hours.

He stretched his legs out at the bottom of one of the endless sets of stairs in Fandom, singing (badly) under his breath: "First to fight for the right, and to build the nation's might...and the Army goes rolling along--"

He grinned over at his partner. "Ready?"

[OOC: For the guy who can fly so he doesn't have to run, probably, but open to anyone else up at an ungodly time to run!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve caught back up another twenty minutes later. "On your left!"

You're going to get tripped, Rogers, and have no one to blame but yourself.

[imafuturist]

"I swear to god, Rogers!" Really, you were just giving him time to stew. And plan.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve waved over his head. "Almost breakfast time!"

[imafuturist]

Tony bared his teeth and tried really hard to catch up to him. "I'm telling JARVIS to only play death metal to wake you up now!"

JARVIS would do no such thing.

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"Sounds real bracing," Steve said, heading towards the Perk.

[imafuturist]

Once it became clear that coffee was in his future, Tony hobbled a little faster. He was just going to be walking like an old man until the Extremis took care of this. Which was always fun.

"You'll like it," Tony lied through his teeth. "Really your type."

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, I'm sure," Steve agreed easily. "I've been enjoying catching up on music. Gangster rap kind of confuses me, though."

Oh, Steve, no.

[imafuturist]

"Which is so strange since you're the OG," Tony said, using nearby buildings to stay upright. His legs felt wobbly, okay? This was new and terrible.

[heroic_jawline]

"The what?" Steve repeated, frowning.

[imafuturist]

"Original gangster," Tony replied dryly. "So, if the original American gangster could get me half that pastry case and a coffee while I collapse on a table, that'd be great."

[heroic_jawline]

"Coming right up," Steve said. "Anything in the coffee other than more coffee?"

[imafuturist]

"If the barista tries to trick you into a latte, I'm turning villain."

[heroic_jawline]

"So that's a definite no to the green tea, then," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"World domination," Tony replied. "I will conquer the planet and hoard all the coffee."

[heroic_jawline]

"And that would be terrible," Steve agreed. "Massive coffee and all the carbs coming right up."

[imafuturist]

Tony let his head drop on the table again, giving him a thumbs up. "You can live in my utopia."

[heroic_jawline]

"Will there be running there?" Steve teased before placing his order for large coffees and most of the bakery display.

[imafuturist]

"My benevolence may allow it," Tony granted him. "How do people do this every day?"

[heroic_jawline]

"We get used to it," Steve said, returning with the coffees and sitting down. "It's nice to not feel penned inside."

[imafuturist]

"Oh god, marry me," Tony said, pulling the coffee close. His precious.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's progressive now, but I'm not sure you can marry coffee just yet," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"People just don't understand our love," Tony whispered to the coffee.

[heroic_jawline]

"That's pretty disturbing," Steve said, arching an eyebrow as he took his sip from his own, strictly platonic, coffee.

[imafuturist]

"Coffee has gotten me through some hard times," Tony replied, digging into one of the sweets.

[heroic_jawline]

"So has my shield," Steve said, "but we're just pals."