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[capsicle1919]

*post-battle (genetically-engineered pterodactyls, really?), Steve arrives via helicopter back at the Tower, hops out and gives a tired wave to Natasha and Clint as they power down, makes his way inside and down the elevator to the debriefing room, which is not, in fact, where they are debriefed - that happens at SHIELD - but rather where they shower and change, and so named because Tony decided it's where they are de-briefed, and Steve's never been able to think of it as anything else, goddammit*

Hey. *nods at Bruce, who is drinking a gallon of Gatorade, passes him by and heads straight for the showers, leaning his shield against the wall, starts stripping out of his damaged, blood-spattered uniform*

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[thestarkside]

*has showered by the time the team gets back, damp towel slung around his waist, is leaning in towards the mirror over the sink, peering at an already-purpling bruise spreading down his left arm, forgets about it completely when he catches sight of Steve and turns, quirks an eyebrow* Welcome back, cowboy. Took you guys long enough, did you have to stop for gas? *isn't shy in the least about letting his eyes linger on Steve's shoulders, his chest*

[capsicle1919]

*looks up, frowns a little* You always make fun of us for using the helicopter. If you think we're so slow, invent something faster. *sniffs and toes off his boots, leaning them next to his shield*

[thestarkside]

Or I could keep working on streamlining your armor so you aren't coming back in rags after every fight. I prefer that, really, it's a worthy cause, protecting dat ass. *goes over and crouches down next to him, pinching a shredded sleeve between his fingers and examining the material* Teeth?

[capsicle1919]

*feels his face color, hates how easily Tony's stupid words get to him* Beak. *has got down to his shorts, hesitates a bit, because he really needs to shower off the pterodactyl blood, but he knows what will happen if he's naked in front of Tony*

[thestarkside]

Hm. Do you know if SHIELD managed to snag any of the dead ones? Nothing should have torn that material, there's probably some kind of chemical compound involved. *looks up at him, grins at the blush spreading across Steve's cheeks and down his neck*

Right, slowpoke, I'll let you get to it, then. *stands up, pats Steve's shoulder (okay, kind of gropes it a little)* Next time I'll give you a lift, how's that?

[capsicle1919]

*shrugs* I'm pretty sure Hulk ate one, so you may just want to wait a while. *smirks* How much do you love science, Tony?

*sighs when Tony molests his shoulder, ducks away and into one of the stalls, where he can safely shed his underpants and kick them away, turns on the water* Go build a robot or something. I'm busy.

[thestarkside]

Really, cupcake? 'Cause it just looks like you're showering, and that only counts as busy when combined with orgasms. *peeks into the stall, Bruce rolls his eyes from across the room, gives him the finger* So unless you're going for the orgasm, you're totally not busy. And I mean it, in regards to me giving you a lift, I could make a latch for the shield and handholds and everything.

[capsicle1919]

*goes very, very red, turns away from Tony, which is sort of useless because now Tony's just ogling his backside* I'll believe it when I see it. You'd never alter the suit for someone else. *throws a bar of soap at him* Can't a guy shower in peace?! Jeez. Bruce, come get him?

BRUCE

[supportingcast]

*comes over* Come on, Tony. Stop sexually-harassing Cap. Coulson'll put you in one of those seminars again.

Re: BRUCE

[thestarkside]

*points at him* You, sir, are a traitor. A science traitor. A TRAITOR OF SCIENCE, BANNER. You should be ashamed. *bats his hands away and goes over to his locker, pulling on jeans, calls out* Think about it, Cap, seriously. Helicopters suck, and I'm way better company than Coulson. *tugs on his shirt* And by better, of course, I mean sexier.

Re: BRUCE

[supportingcast]

*gives Steve a sheepish look* Sorry, Cap. You know how he is when he's like this. Just drown him in a bucket if he gets on your nerves. *gives a little wave and shuffles off to find the Advil*

[capsicle1919]

*sighs, scrubbing pterodactyl blood out of his hair* I wouldn't say that in front of Phil. His feelings would be hurt. *glances over, sees Tony's arms disappearing under sleeves and feels a pang of... something, it might be disappointment, but he's not thinking about that*

[thestarkside]

Doubt it. Coulson's feelings are way tougher than my deservedly high opinion of myself. *sits on the bench to put on his shoes* Wouldn't need a latch for your shield, anyway, you could just put it on your back like you always do. I'd have to work out the calculations for flight stabilization with your added weight -- how much do you weigh, by the way, that would help to know -- that won't be hard, maybe an additional few hours if we take long distance flight and in-air battle into account -- and then you just need a place to hold on, all you'd need is a groove somewhere, right, and you'd have to be in a position where you could hold onto me and i could hold onto you but only one should be actually necessary -- seriously, Steve, let me know if you don't want me to look into this, okay, because otherwise I'm going to, and then I'm gonna be really sad at you and all clingy and weepy if you let me do all that work just to be rejected because you're too gosh darn upstanding for the likes of lil' ol' me. *balls up his towel and throws it, aiming for Steve's stall and totally getting it in, a winner is Tony!*

Natasha

[supportingcast]

Do you ever stop talking? *walks by, completely naked, rubbing at her hair with a towel* No, nevermind, I know the answer. Steve, is he bothering you? Do you want me to hurt him? Please, say yes.

[capsicle1919]

*squawks when a towel hits him in the face, squawks again when he shuts off the water and Natasha is there, in the altogether* I hate today. *averts his eyes to the ceiling, holds Tony's towel in front of himself* Uh, no thanks, Natasha. Not today, anyway. I'll let you know, though.

[thestarkside]

THANKS FOR THE DRIVE-BY, NATASHA. *knows he'll pay for that later, doesn't even care, jumps up and looks at himself in the mirror, futzes with his hair* Steve, buddy, waiting on an answer.

[capsicle1919]

*sighs, uses the towel to dry his hair, giving up on any shred of dignity he might have left* I weigh 240 pounds, and I'm six-foot-two. *huffs a little* Man, I'll never get used to saying that. *laughs a little* I was five-foot-five and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet, before. Really strange. *wraps the towel around his waist and goes to look in his locker for a spare set of clothes* Are you really going to alter your suit for this, Tony?

[thestarkside]

*looks over at him* Are you wearing my towel? You totally are, hah. It's mostly software alteration, and getting the suit to be able to compensate for various circumstances is only ever a good thing. Hardware'll be minimal, just needs an extra plate or two in the shoulder area, though you'll have to come by to test it out, hard to tell going off basic arm length measurements. PS, your body dysmorphia makes me want to hug you, just a heads up.

[capsicle1919]

*frowns* There's no sense being wasteful. *blinks* My body- what? Is that another innuendo? Are you just making up words for it, now?

[thestarkside]

It's a real thing! *protests* A mental disorder thing, don't worry about it, you don't really have it or if you do it'd be called something different, just meant your whole thing with feeling like your body isn't really yours, never mind, we can just say it's mine and call it even. *grins*

[capsicle1919]

*rolls his eyes* Only you'd find mental illness a turn-on, Tony. *flings his towel at Tony's face, covering that smirk for just long enough to pull on his underpants*

[thestarkside]

*pulls the towel off his face immediately, and -- stares a little* I could name tons of mental illnesses that are total turn-ons. You'd be shocked at how many there are these days, gumdrop, shocked. *looks away, drumming his fingers on his thigh, then glances back, because, well*

[capsicle1919]

*pulls on his jeans, gives Tony a look* If crazy is a turn-on, Tony, then that explains you're the best-looking guy of all of us. *reaches for a sleeveless shirt and shrugs it on, it's a little tight but it's really hard to find shirts that fit him well* By the way, if I'm ever killed in action, it's now your job to identify my body. You've got every inch of me memorized by now. *makes a face*

[thestarkside]

*leers* Not every inch -- hey. *blinks, and the leer turns into a genuine (if slightly pervy) grin* Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd think that was a compliment.

[capsicle1919]

Of course you would. *shuts his locker* What are you up to, now?