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[capsicle1919]

*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.

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[thestarkside]

*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*

[capsicle1919]

*ignores JARVIS's reply about his accuracy rate, frowning at Tony* I'm not- Okay, you're tired. Let's get you to bed. *hooks an arm around Tony* Upsie-daisy.

[thestarkside]

*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*

[capsicle1919]

*looks back, then blanches, groans* Oh God- Howard used to say that all the time. Whenever we got on a plane, or I had to come in for testing. *glares at Tony* Stop laughing, my mother used to say it all the time, too!