Apartment about Stark Industries, Saturday morning

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When Lucas opened his eyes and didn't recognize anything it wasn't all that unusual for him. He was, after all, a very famous and sought after movie star and he didn't have to sleep alone unless he wanted to.

He didn't always stay over but hey, maybe he could wrangle some breakfast and another round...

"Hey, babe," he said, snuggling in and copping a feel--

Not a babe.

"--bro. Hey there, bro."

Totally smooth recovery, right? Right.

[OOC: For poor, poor Tony.]

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"So, like a really, really long time ago?"

LUCAS.

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RUDE.

"Yes," Tony replied dryly. "I guess that explains why you called me daddy all night."

Never let it be said that Tony wasn't an asshole.

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Lucas gasped overdramatically. "I did not."

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Tony shrugged like 'what can you do?' Because he got to make up all sorts of things that happened, low rent Steve.

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"Like you could stay awake all night anyway," Lucas shot back, cuddling his coffee like he was afraid Tony would take it away.

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Tony smirked, patting him on the arm. "You keep thinking that, sweetheart."

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Lucas scoffed but was definitely giving Tony a second, longer look.

Scoffily, but, you know. Tony wasn't terrible to look at. "That's all your real hair?"

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"Oh, now you get nothing for breakfast," Tony replied. "JARVIS, keep an eye on our guest while I take a shower."

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"So it's not, then?" Lucas yelled after him.

"I can find my own food," he muttered. "I can make a protein shake and everything."

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"Fire safety protocols ready," JARVIS announced. You know. Because he was helpful.

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"Who sets a protein shake on fire?" Lucas asked the ceiling, looking for something vaguely blender shaped.

"Ooh. Cereal."

Even easier! Stale bags of Lucky Charms!

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He had faith in you ability to fail, Lucas. Blame Steve and Tony for that one.

Tony showered quickly (once again dressing in Steve's clothes) before coming back to check that the place hadn't burned down. "That's from weeks ago."

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"Cereal doesn't go bad," Lucas declared, clutching the bag to his chest.

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"That much sugar, you might be right," Tony replied, going for another cup of coffee. He was woefully under-caffeinated still.

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Not enough caffeine in the world to deal with Lucas, Tony.

"Plus then I can just pour milk into the bag and bam! No dishes to clean."

Quite the Renaissance man, he.

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"Please tell me I didnt miss that frat boy problem solving," Tony said, staring at him in horror.

It was like watching a train wreck.

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"Oh, I didn't go to college," Lucas said. "Figured this one out all on my own."

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"So much more makes sense." HOW WERE YOU STILL ALIVE, LUCAS?

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PURE LUCK.

"You're just jealous you don't have a bag of your own," Lucas said, sauntering over to the fridge for the milk.

He walked kinda like Steve.

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Ass wasn't as nice. Wow, Tony needed to stop looking.

"I can assure you I'm not," Tony called after him.

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"Whatever, old man," Lucas snorted. "Is there, like, prune juice in here for you or something?"

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"Oh, you don't even get to sleep in the spare room now."

Because you're rude, Lucas. Rude.

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Sometimes the truth hurts!

Not right now, but still. "I can get a hotel," Lucas said, putting milk into his bag like some kind of weirdo and then pouring the cereal into his mouth.

So hot.

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"I'm so into you right now," he deadpanned.

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"You're welcome," Lucas said, mouth full of cereal.