Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Tower But 50 Percent Scale, Thursday Morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was trying to get out the door for his classes today, truly he was. Every time he turned around, though, he was blocked by duffel bags labeled "HOWLING COMMANDOS" or neat, compact and heavy hatboxes with "PEGGY" and "SHARON" on them. The suitcases labeled "BUCKY", "BUCKY (OTHER)," and "BUCKY (OTHER OTHER)" had already been shoved against the wall with some super-strength and he honestly wasn't sure if the giant safe labeled "NEVER ENOUGH" that was blocking the elevator belonged to him or to Tony, but either way, it wasn't moving.

So he'd retreated to the kitchen and the comfort of reheated bagels from New York and ignoring the "FOOD INSECURITY" box blocking his way to the pantry.

It was gonna be a day. He could tell.

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[imafuturist]

"Here, the repulsor from the stealth suit," Tony said, holding it out to him. "It's just quieter."

Because the noise was sort of an aesthetic choice. It had seemed cool.

[heroic_jawline]

Maybe Steve should start with the giant 'MOTHERHENNING' bag that dropped between them?

[imafuturist]

Maybe the 'SELF DESTRUCTIVE' one that plopped down next to it!

"I'm taking notes," he decided, going back to his work station.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve strapped on the repulsor and aimed right at both of them.

This was strangely cathartic, actually.

[imafuturist]

"Good?" Tony asked, ignoring the tool box of 'NEEDY',

[heroic_jawline]

"Very good," Steve said. "You should try it."

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled at that, pleased to accomplish it. "I'm fine. Taking readings."

The shooting was for Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was definitely looking for a Howard bag to destroy with prejudice.

[imafuturist]

What, the very old looking trunk labeled 'TERRIBLE SON' that Tony had thought was well hidden?

Tony was focusing real hard on those readings. He could totally make this barrier... if he asked Reed to help.

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, absolutely not," Steve told that trunk, firing on it until it was starting to smoke.

[imafuturist]

"You don't need to--you know what. Nevermind." He wasn't going to be telling Steve what to do here.

[heroic_jawline]

Dodge that 'WOULD BURN THE WORLD DOWN FOR PEOPLE HE LOVED' bowling bag, would you, Tony?

"I absolutely need to," Steve replied.

[imafuturist]

Hey, remember how Tony really believed that Steve could do better than him? One of those moments.

Which was why he didn't really have anything to say at that, just looked at Steve like he was a puzzle to be figured out.

[heroic_jawline]

"What's the face?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"You're a complicated guy," Tony replied with a little chuckle as he whole extradimensional nature of the bags.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "I don't hear that a lot."

[imafuturist]

"Maybe it's just me," Tony suggested.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve ambled over. "You find me complicated?"

[imafuturist]

Tony's fingers stilled on the keyboard for a moment before he went back at it. "The weird days do that."

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"They discombobulate you?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Shouldn't you be shooting things?" he teased, changing the subject the best way he knew how that wasn't, you know, sex.

[heroic_jawline]

"I can multitask," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

Hey, maybe shoot the other Howard box labeled 'BAD AT ACCEPTING SINCERITY'

"Well, maybe doing this together was a bad idea," he joked. Because wow did he not want to have all this out there for more reasons why Steve super picked the wrong person to marry.

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't think so," Steve said.

'WORRYWART' slammed down next to him, and he shot it quickly.

[imafuturist]

"Things just get mixed up," Tony suggested.