Above Stark Industries, Saturday morning

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Steve woke up swimming in his pajamas--not really new--and warm--which was new. He blinked his eyes open, glanced around and then padded out into the kitchen. "Hello?" he called as he opened the huge icebox, which was full of food.

"Anyone here?" he asked, pulling out eggs (why were they being kept cold? So weird) and milk and fruit and carefully avoiding the giant bottle labeled "protein drink" which sounded super icky.

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Tony shrugged like clearly it wasn't worth the righteous indignation. "Normal kinds?"

He thought.

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"There aren't normal kinds of mean games," Steve said.

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"...there arent?" Hey, he didn't have the normal friendships.

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"No," Steve said firmly.

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"Okay," Tony muttered, looking at the ground instead.

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Steve reached out for Tony's shoulder. "Hey. It's not your fault."

Righteous and forthright even as a kid.

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"We can play other games after breakfast?" Tony asked because he was Howard Stark's sonand emotions hard.

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"Of course," Steve said. "You like checkers?"

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"I haven't played it, but I can learn," Tony said quickly.

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"It's not hard," Steve promised, starting some eggs in a pan.

Hopefully Tony liked scrambled and slightly burned...

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If it was made for him, he was down.

"You can show me."

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"Course I can," Steve said stoutly. "Bucky showed me and it was easy to beat him after the first time."

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"So I should beat you right away?" Tony asked with a hesitant little smile.

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"Only if you're better than me at it," Steve said, smiling back.

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Hey, Tony was sort of okay with being possibly kidnapped here. Because he was making friends darn it.

"I'll start the toast." As that was the thing he'd end up ruining the least. Also, he didn't understand the need for coffee yet.

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"And you can try the weird milkshake first, too," Steve offered.

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"Okay." BECAUSE TONY TRUSTED YOU, STEVE. TRUSTED YOU TO NOT LEAD HIM ASTRAY.

He nodded, grabbing one of the 'milkshakes to inspect before taking a sip. And making the most horrified face ever at it.

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"Not good?" Poor, innocent Steve replied.

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Tony continued making that face as he shook his head and shoved it in Steve's direction. To share his pain, you see.

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"It can't be that bad," Steve said. "Ma makes me eat liver."

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"I think most moms do that," Tony said with the knowledge that his own did. The fanciest damn liver possible.

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But it was still liver and therefore disgusting.

Steve took a sip of the protein shake, made a face, and kept drinking.

Depression Era. If there was food, you ate it.

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Tony stared at him like this was some sort of magic trick. Some horrifying magic trick.

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Steve shrugged. "Not allowed to be picky."

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"Or you get sent to your room?" Tony ventured.