Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday morning

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Steve woke up at his normal (not that he knew that) pre-dawn time wrapped around an extremely attractive guy.

He had no idea who said attractive guy was.

Or who he was. That seemed like a major problem. "Um, hello?" he said, shaking the guy.

[OOC: For allll the slowplay.]

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"Hi." Well, that was a smooth response from a deeply confused Tony. "This is awkward."

Guy whose name he didn't know.

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"A little," Steve agreed, hastily moving his hand from places it shouldn't be on a complete stranger.

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Which left Tony with... a pillow or nothing. He slowly went with the pillow. "So, wild party last night?"

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"Wish I could tell you," Steve said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "It's all kind of a blur."

Or a blank. A terrifying blank.

[imafuturist]

At least they were in the same boat?

Tony cleared his throat, glancing around the room. "Nice place?" he ventured.

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"Thank you?" Steve replied. "Kinda thought it was yours?"

Were they weird home burglars who slept over? Was that a thing?

[imafuturist]

Well, that would explain everything and nothing.

"Really?" Tony asked, glancing down to the floor in hopes of finding clothing that fit him. "Maybe it is."

At least this time JARVIS was,keeping the flow of technology away from Tony's brain.

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Steve took one last, slightly covert glance at his ass. "It's nice," he said. "Lots of light."

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Tony glanced back at him, catching that as he found a pair of sweats at least one size too large for him.

He looked down at himself before deciding the look was warranted. Though it was a shame the guy seemed too shy to return the favor.

"I'm sure that's what my real estate agent said too."

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"If it's your place," Steve teased, pulling on a pair of pants that said "Stark" across the ass. Seemed kind of weird to label your own clothes...

"Stark mean anything to you?" he asked, pointing at his butt.

[imafuturist]

"Maybe a fashion designer?" Yeah, that seemed right.

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"That makes sense," Steve agreed. "These feel a little tight," he admitted, "but at least they don't look like...cat burgling clothes or anything."

Maybe they were super casual burglers or something.

[imafuturist]

Tony gave him a very appreciative look as he,opened up a dresser drawer to see if anything seemed familiar. "Wow, I have a lot of workout gear."

No, that was Steve.

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"Do they all say Stark on them?" Steve asked.

Some of them say SHIELD, too!

[imafuturist]

"Not all of them," Tont replied, digging through it a little. "Oh. And... supplies."

For more hookups, it seemed.

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"So you do this a lot?" Steve asked teasingly.

[imafuturist]

"Well." He was feeling a little slutty here! "Maybe I'm a gentleman about it. Maybe I treat folks to breakfast too."

PLEASE NO, TONY.

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Steve's stomach gurgled. "I could eat some breakfast," he said, smiling hopefully.

[imafuturist]

"Come on, pal." Just keep avoiding using names to pretend he totally didn't forget it. Yeeep.

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"After you," Steve said.

Ten bucks said they got lost going to the kitchen.

[imafuturist]

No bet!

Tony could at least find the door out of the room even as it took a little more effort from there. "So, this is... the spare bedroom," he said, trying to cover that up.

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"You don't have a roommate, right?" Steve checked, glancing around oh-so-casually for photographs or anything to give him a clue about important things like his name...

[imafuturist]

"It doesn't look slept it," Tony muttered, mostly to himself. Because it'd be bad if he admitted that he had no clue.

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Steve noticed a couple of black and white photographs in frames as he looked around. One of a stunningly pretty brunette woman staring fiercely from the frame, the other that looked a bit like him in a military uniform with his arm slung over the shoulders of a...well, stunningly pretty brunette man grinning like an idiot at him.

Apparently he had a type? He wasn't going to point it out to the other pretty brunette, since he seemed to think this was his place. Maybe it was their place?

[imafuturist]

That wouldn't make it awkward at all if the other guy was around here somewhere!

Tony gave what looked like some art supplies a little nudge, looking down at his own hands to confirm they didn't have any ink or charcoal smudges on them. Were they sure this was his place?

"You find anything?"