Stark Tower, The Same Size But Feels Bigger When You're Tiny [Saturday night]

[heroic_jawline]

Well, it wasn't like Steve could blame Mr. Jarvis for how he'd blocked off the kitchen and the elevators to him and Tony--not after Tony had tried to disable the security measures with a screwdriver and a sledgehammer. (Steve didn't even know how to use a sledgehammer. Tony was a very impressive kid.) And it was kind of reassuring how that blaring alarm went off when he was about to eat something he was allergic to (he didn't even know what soy was), but.

But.

But Tony had gotten really into this pillow fort. It had stairs inside it, and space for all the dogs! And a kitchen! Steve had definitely not helped enough with this.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked.

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[imafuturist]

"I've got it!" Tony insisted. Because it needed to be perfect. Perfection was necessary because he had a friend here.

Nothing about this could ever possibly bite him in the ass later on or anything.

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"But I want to helppppppp," Steve insisted.

Also not a lifelong problem!

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"I've got it," Tony insisted, peeking out to make sure Steve wasn't messing with any of the supports. Yes, supports. On a pillow fort. "Maybe another blanket?"

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"I can find one!" Steve said eagerly, racing off.

And then slowing down. Because racing off was for better lungs.

[imafuturist]

"Careful!" Tony called as one of the dogs chased after him. It was Fee. God help them.

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There was an excited "eeeeeeeeeee" and then a thump as Fee knocked Steve over. "I'm okay!" he called from the hallway.

[imafuturist]

"Okay," Tony called back, frowning. "We should be good with the blanket."

Or wake up, overheated in a tent that was made for much smaller people.

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"I've got the blanket," Steve said, dragging it back into the room with Fee holding onto the other end and shaking it.

[imafuturist]

"Fee. Drop," Tony said, trying to do as instructed by robot JARVIS. The dog dropped the blanket, but immediately looked for a treat for doing it. Mostly by shoving her nose into Tony's side.

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"I didn't mind!" Steve said, despite definitely losing against a half-grown Belgian Malinois.

[imafuturist]

Tony was shoved to the side from the force of her searching. "Just gotta get the blanket over top and we're good."

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"It looks swell," Steve said, extremely impressed.

[imafuturist]

"Yeah?" Yes, be impressed. Be very impressed. And stick around.

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"What're you, nuts?" Steve demanded, sounding very Brooklyn. "Of course it does!"

[imafuturist]

Tony beamed, tugging on Steve's arm to get him to follow into the fort. "I got the breakfast bars that robot Jarvis says are okay for you too."

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"Thanks, Mr. Jarvis!" Steve said to the ceiling. He was pretty sure Mr. Jarvis was some kind of guardian angel.

[imafuturist]

No, no. Definitely a robot.

The shield was in there too, Patty jealously guarding it as his bed. "C'mon."

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"I'm coming," Steve said, following closely behind Tony. "I wanna tour!"

[imafuturist]

"We can sleep in here." Since the main bedroom was too big even for Tony.

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"Really?" Steve asked excitedly. "My ma always makes me take 'em down before bed."

[imafuturist]

"Robot Jarvis can't really stop us," he whispered once they were safely under blankets and pillows. Because clearly he couldn't monitor there in there.

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Steve laughed. "We're on an adventure!" he whispered in that little boy way that involved not actually being quiet and also a lot of spit.

[imafuturist]

"Maybe we can get a TV in here." Tony, no. Please don't break more electronics.

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"What's a TV?"

Sorry in advance, JARVIS.

[imafuturist]

"...are you Amish or something?"

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"I'm from Brooklyn," Steve said, frowning.

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Tony considered that for a moment. "You'll like it."

Brooklyn Amish! It was now a thing.

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"Well, if you think so, you're probably right," Steve said stoutly. His new pal was very smart.

[imafuturist]

JARVIS despaired with them.

"If not, we can play a board game?" He only knew chess. It was sad.

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"Do you like checkers?" Steve asked eagerly.

[imafuturist]

"Maybe? You can show me how to play," Tony suggested.

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"I am very good," Steve bragged. "I have times when I can't play outside."

[imafuturist]

Tony nodded like that made perfect sense and did not think 'because he was god's greatest mistake of an immune system' at all.

"Me too!"

But more rich people reasons. Like kidnapping worries.

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"You have asthma too?" Steve asked excitedly.

[imafuturist]

"No," Tony said slowly. "Don't you have an inhaler?"

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"What's an inhaler?" Steve asked.

How did you survive childhood, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"It keeps you from being sick."

Look. Look. He wasn't a medical expert. By any means. At any age.

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"I'm not sick all the time," Steve said defensively.

[imafuturist]

"But it helps." Somehow. Everyone was very lucky that tiny Tony wasn't actually time travelling to get fixated on this or anything.

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"Huh," said Steve. Nothing had helped so far, really. "Sounds swell!"

[imafuturist]

"Maybe Robot Jarvis can get one." From the robot store.

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"Do they let robots in stores?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Definitely," Tony decided because clearly, in the future, that was true.

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"Okay, then," Steve said. "Can you get one, Mr. Jarvis? Please?"

[imafuturist]

There was a deeply judgemental pause. Or maybe he was just sorting through medical records to confirm.

"Of course, Captain Rogers."

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"I'm a Captain," Steve said proudly. "Like a pirate!"

[imafuturist]

"We could find pirate bandanas," Tony suggested cheerfully.

They were going to ruin some Gucci scarves and pocket squares.

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"YEAH!" Steve said with far too much enthusiasm for his tiny lungs.