Steve Rogers (
heroic_jawline) wrote2016-11-19 01:41 pm
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Above Stark Industries, Saturday morning
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.
"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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Steve was so impressed.
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Before stuffing them into too-big shoes. Cough.
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"Which papers?"
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"But it's Brooklyn."
Damn it, Tony.
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And after he fed you bacon!
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Because they wrote nice things about her functions.
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"Maybe they can be tied?"
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Too soon? Too soon.
"I guess." But Tony sounded dubious because he didn't really think the Eagle existed.
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Huge problem, Steve, but you don't know that.