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*has been chatting with JARVIS for the better part of several hours, watching newsreels on a strange screen that seems to float in the air, JARVIS filling him in on more historical events, more things he should know, he's fascinated by all the space stuff, that's really neat, he makes JARVIS play the moon landing over and over again, while Tony works, muttering to himself, fiddling with numbers and calculations and dragging what looks like a miniature bar over to his worktable, making Steve do shots of tequila now and then and then taking blood samples*

Tony? *doesn't yawn, but he feels like he should, it's nearly four in the morning* Tony, it's late.

Date: 2012-05-12 09:22 am (UTC)
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*scowls* You're not my mother. And neither are you, JARVIS, that number can't be right. *eyes Steve, who is standing closer than he ever has without it being an implied threat*

You're really tall. God, that's disgusting, be more perfect, why don't you.

*okay, he's maybe a little tired*

Date: 2012-05-12 09:32 am (UTC)
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*rolls his eyes* Upsie-daisy, the last person I heard say that was my d- *abruptly stops, and looks at him for a long moment -- and cracks up*


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