Apartment Above Stark Industries, Thursday morning

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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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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."

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

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"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.

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"I won't get sick," Steve promised, kissing him softly.

[imafuturist]

"Holding you to that," Tony replied, happily kissing him back.

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"Tough week for you too, huh?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"It's stupid," Tony said with a hollow laugh. "Little like being back in that cave."

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"It's not stupid at all," Steve said, sitting on the dilapidated, slightly weird smelling sofa. Steve really hoped that would change if they island every moved again. He pulled Tony gently into his lap. "Tell me about it?"

He'd even eat the protein bar if it would appease Tony some.

[imafuturist]

"What's to tell? It wasn't Club Med," he joked with the usual strain of deflection on his glaringly obvious Issues.

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Steve's arms tightened around Tony. "Didn't figure it was. How long did it last?"