Apartment Above Stark Industries, Thursday morning

[heroic_jawline]

The dinosaurs were strange, the flooding was really not what a guy who'd drowned wanted to be around for a week, but this...creepy, post-apocalyptic nuclear fallout 50s wasteland was just...not what Steve wanted to deal with.

And they were almost out of food. Again. Which was fine. It was fine. Super-soldier metabolism was a pain about the calories but he could handle being a little hungry--a lifetime of practice when he was younger and all that--and he wasn't going to take the last of things and leave Tony in the lurch.

So he was pacing the apartment--running outside in that muck seemed like a bad idea even with advanced healing--dropping to do a few pushups when he began to feel too caged.

There had been a lot of pushups.

[OOC: For that other one who lives here!]

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[imafuturist]

"Should I be worried?" Tony asked, eyeing the number of pushups with obvious concern.

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Steve blew out a breath, remembered they were trying that clear communication thing, and muttered, "I don't like this weather."

[imafuturist]

"You and me both," Tony grumbled, looking out at the desolate landscape of the island.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve stopped with the push-ups, switching to crunches instead. "Not bringing up great memories of combat," he grunted. "So...exercise."

[imafuturist]

"We could go kill bugs," Tony offered. Totally helpful suggestion, that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve brightened immediately like the well-adjusted man he was. "Yeah?"

[imafuturist]

"And then I'll see if I can dig up more protein bars." That he'd hidden after the last time this sort of thing happened.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's stomach let out a deeply unhelpful little gurgle over Steve's protest about not being that hungry anyway.

He frowned down at it, betrayed. "Bugs first."

[imafuturist]

"Nope, I'm finding you something to eat," Tony declared at the noise. "Couldn't the randon sandwiches happen today?"

[heroic_jawline]

"That'd be too easy," Steve said, looking annoyed at his stomach. "I'm not that hungry, it's just being dramatic."

For the record, Bucky never bought that excuse either.

[imafuturist]

"Uh huh," Tony replied, clearly humoring him as he went through possible hiding places.

[heroic_jawline]

"I left stuff for you in the fridge," Steve said, emphasizing the "you."

[imafuturist]

"And we will share that tonight," Tony replied with cheer and willful ignorance. Two could play at the self sacrifice game.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve made a face at him. "Stubborn ass," he muttered.

[imafuturist]

Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek as he passed to check the next spot. "Takes one to know one, sweetheart."

[heroic_jawline]

"I can go for days without food," Steve said, frowning.

[imafuturist]

"You also burn at least twice as many calories as I do." He cheered as he found a small cache of protein bars. They might not taste great, but he learned after last time.

[heroic_jawline]

"What'd you find?" Steve asked. "I'm not ready to eat cockroaches."

[imafuturist]

"Protein bars." He frowned a little at the labels. Which were now old fashioned and quaint.

[heroic_jawline]

"You don't seem all that sure about it," Steve said, getting up off the floor to investigate.

[imafuturist]

"They look weird." The island hated them.

[heroic_jawline]

"How weird?" Steve asked. "I'm okay with a little weird."

[imafuturist]

"It's very retro like everything this week," he said, offering one to him.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll try one first," Steve said. "Not much I can't eat."

[imafuturist]

"You're not allowed to get sick," Tony said seriously. "I'll be very upset."