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*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*
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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Date: 2012-07-24 05:30 am (UTC)*looks over at Tony, confused* I wouldn't wish this on anybody, Tony. *and he wouldn't, nobody should have to go through what he has, takes out some cheese, turkey, chicken, salami, mayo, more cheese, tomatoes, and some of Clint's ghost peppers* Do we have any bread?
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Date: 2012-07-24 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 05:38 am (UTC)*finds the bread himself, starts assembling a sandwich of delicious doom* Sure, I'm fine. *smiles at Tony* Those stupid flying dinosaurs didn't really do much damage. Except Hulk looked like he could have eaten a few more.
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Date: 2012-07-24 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 05:47 am (UTC)*pauses, just for a second, while buttering some bread* I'm all right. *doesn't look at Tony* Good days and bad ones, you know? Same as anybody else. D'you want bacon on yours?
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Date: 2012-07-24 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 05:57 am (UTC)*it's the first time anyone's said anything like this to Steve, no one's really talked to him about how it feels to have your life completely disfigured by science and war and time, but Tony's right - every one of them on the team is really screwed up, either by circumstance or their own hands, and he's hardly the only one dealing with it, and it does make him feel a tiny bit better, flashes a small smile at Tony, it might be flirty even, he can't help it, he loves this thoughtful side of Tony* Thanks. *quietly*
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 06:08 am (UTC)It's okay. You said it now. *puts a towering sandwich on a plate and passes it to Tony* It's just, it's rough sometimes. Y'know? I still feel like any day now I'll get a letter from Bucky, catchin' me up on what he's been doing. *starts on his own sandwich* There's Bogart movies I haven't seen, and I keep forgetting phone numbers 'cause there's too many digits. *sheepish little laugh* And I've hit my head in my closet so many times because for just a second I'm not six feet tall, in my head. Is that crazy?
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 06:18 am (UTC)*smiles a bit more, pops an olive into his mouth* We didn't even have a phone, when I was a kid. We had to run down to the five-and-dime and ask Mister Possetti if we could use his. *licks olive brine from his fingers* I bet you wouldn't last five minutes without a phone.
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 06:23 am (UTC)*makes a face* Eat your sandwich, Tony. You'll need your strength so you can paint the suit yellow like a taxi cab. *grins toothily and bites into a ghost pepper*
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 06:31 am (UTC)Okay, then how about orange like a school bus? *grins, the pepper is terrifically hot, but for him it's a nice burn that flushes his cheeks* I think it'd look pretty snazzy.
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-24 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 01:21 am (UTC)*plucks the tomato from the counter and chomps on it, smirking at Tony, eats like his sandwich is going to run away*
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Date: 2012-07-25 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 02:58 am (UTC)What- oh. *stares, because Tony is licking his fingers, and it looks like... It looks like things he does not let himself think about, but he's thinking about it, how much he wishes Tony's flirting was sincere and not just attempts to get his goat, swallows hard and puts down the remainder of his sandwich, clears his throat and goes to the fridge* Want something to drink?
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Date: 2012-07-25 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 03:04 am (UTC)*gets a glass of milk and chugs it, swallowing quickly, finishes up and licks his lips, puts the glass in the sink* I think Natasha baked some cookies. *looks at Tony, little smile* You finished your sandwich, so you should have a couple.
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Date: 2012-07-25 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
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