Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve had jumped out of bed with his hair and beard perfectly in place (and his belt and boots still on, which had been Very Comfortable and Not at All Inconvenient, thanks so much for wondering) and began doing his daily pushups (showing off all 30 points of articulation, heck yeah) as he watched Karla on the screen in their room that JARVIS had helpfully shown them (so helpful, that JARVIS).

"Served Skywalker right," he declared pompously righteously pompously and righteously as he stood up to his full 12 inches. "Don't you think so, Tony?"

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[heroic_jawline]

"You too," Steve said. "Something feels off today."

[imafuturist]

"Yeah?" Tony said, letting his hopes get up.

[heroic_jawline]

Sorry for breaking your heart, Tony.

Steve...kind of shrugged. His plastic wasn't that articulated. "If Skywalker had any accomplices, they might be off-guard today."

[imafuturist]

IT WASN'T COOL, STEVE.

"I'll keep an eye out for them," Tony said. Because he was one, damn it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled at him. "Good. Steer them in the right direction."

[imafuturist]

"Always do, Cap." Tony reached out to pat Steve on the arm. Well. Punch him because his hands were fists right now.

[heroic_jawline]

He should check the drawer o' hands!

So creepy.

"Because we're superheroes," Steve said, nodding heroically as he posed.

[imafuturist]

HE DIDN'T WANT TO LOOK THERE.

They both posed heroically. It was almost like they were part of the same collector's set.