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#Post#: 741--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: MagicNightStar Date: April 27, 2013, 8:06 am
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[center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
[center]Steve laughs as Tony continues his joke about Hugh
Hefner as he washes his mug, dries it, and then sets it to the
side. Of course, he doesn't comment on Tony being more charming
and handsome that Hugh Hefner, because, well, he just doesn't.
He feels sort of like he has to watch what he says around Tony
now, even if he knows the mans not going to try to jump him
again. It's just a little thing Steve did, something awkward
happens, and he tries not to bring it up as much as he can. The
last thing he wants to do is make this friendship so awkward to
the point he feels uncomfortable.
Steve walks back into the living room in time to see the cat
going crazy with Tony's hand, and Tony telling him to stop. He
chuckles shortly, walking over and grabbing Tony's cup, deciding
to wash it as well. "What's that cat's name anyways?" Steve asks
as he re-enters the kitchen, turning the sink on a low amount of
water before washing Tony's coffee mug. "And where did he come
from, he seems like a pretty nice cat," he adds, chuckling again
because he knew Tony probably didn't think that judging from the
way he's been acting around him.[/center]
#Post#: 743--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: TinyGoliath Date: April 27, 2013, 11:15 am
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[center]{:: T O N Y ::}
[Size=10pt]Steve walks over again, chuckling as he takes Tony's
mug from the coffee table. Tony watches him him with vague
surprise, ignoring Dummy while he chews on Tony's fingers
erratically. Steve is doing his dishes? Oh my god, what is he,
the all-American housewife? Tony's barely listening as Steve
asks what 'that cat's' name is, because he's too busy watching
in bewilderment as Steve cleans his mug. His entire sink is
fully of dishes. Steve not cleaning those, too, is he? God, Tony
doesn't think he'd be able to handle that. He might have to stop
Steve before he starts dusting, or something.
For now, though, he's brought back to reality as Dummy bites his
pinky particularly hard. "Ow, sh*t," Tony growls, yanking his
hand away, "Get away from me." Dummy just rolls onto his back
again and paws at the air. "His name is Dummy," Tony continues,
getting up and walking towards the kitchen. "He comes from the
dark. As far as I know, he has no story." He shrugs and watches
the cat catch sight of it's own tail, leaping off the couch and
pinwheeling madly in the air to catch it before he leans on his
feet at the foot of the couch. "I mean, seriously, first day
moving in here, and there's nothing in the room except for an
open window and that cat." He points toward the window next to
his desk. "If I ever leave it open, he's in here. If I remember
to close it, he yowls at me until I let him in. Every day,
almost. I don't even know how he's alive, he's dumber than the
couch. Hence his name."[/size][/center]
#Post#: 745--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: MagicNightStar Date: April 27, 2013, 6:42 pm
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[center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
[center]Steve's done with Tony's mug by the time the man gets
around to answering his firs question, telling him that the
cat's name was Dummy. He snorts, thinking, yes, the name seemed
suitable from Tony's perspective. Then again, from what hes
seen, Dummy probably was dumber than a box of rocks labeled,
'Merry Christmas, now you can finally get stoned. ~Bucky : D'.
And yes, he was speaking from personal experience. Steve has
never gotten a normal present from Bucky. Last year it had been
a box of condoms labeled, 'You don't seem very into girls right
now. These should help fix that. ~Bucky ; )'. As you can
imagine, Steve had been quite furious and embarrassed because
he'd opened the said present with his grandma sitting right next
to him. Yeah.
Steve's quickly drawn back into the conversation as Tony
explains that Dummy doesn't have a story and how he first met
the feline. He laugh's, already fond of the cat who seems to be
very fond of Tony and his apartment. So Dummy wasn't really
Tony's, but he might as well be. Interesting. "So you don't feed
him or anything?" Steve asks, smiling as he moved on to some of
Tony's other dishes. It seems like a weeks worth of plates were
in the sink. Did Tony even wash the dishes, or did he just throw
them in the dish washer? It was actually faster just to wash
them by hand, really. Of course, then again, back at home, Steve
washes the dishes by hand and then puts them into the washing
machine, making them extra clean and spotless. Steve has a lot
of extra time on his hands sometimes, believe it or
not.[/center]
#Post#: 748--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: TinyGoliath Date: April 27, 2013, 8:19 pm
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[center]{:: T O N Y ::}
[Size=10pt]Tony's nose crinkles at Steve's question -- is the
man suggesting that he's [i]supposed[/I] to feed it? "God, no.
If I start feeding him in here he will start making stains in
here, and I am not getting on my hands and knees to clean up
after an [I]ani[/I]-- wait, wait, what are you doing, no, stop."
Tony turns around to see Steve, sink still running as he works
on cleaning the rest of the dishes. Tony frowns deeply and walks
over to Steve, pulling the plate out of his hand, giving him a
stern look. [B]"Steve, are you serious? You're my guest. And as
my guest, you are not doing [I]dishes[/I]. I mean, holy f*ck,
are you even [i]real[/I]?"[/b] Okay, that. That last part. That
hadn't come out on purpose. But seriously, what kind of
impossible is this guy? He acts like he's from the forties, or
something, with all the... the hair, and the clothes, and the
[I]dishes[/I], honestly, what the hell.[/size][/center]
#Post#: 749--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: MagicNightStar Date: April 27, 2013, 8:37 pm
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[center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
[center]Steve's only slightly-not-at-all surprised when Tony
comes over and takes the dish he had been cleaning from his
hands. Right, Bucky has told him about this before. "Steve, you
just don't go around washing other people's dishes without
asking. It might have been acceptable back when the dinosaurs
ruled the earth, but that girl was not at all impressed with
your housemaid skills!" he recalls his friends saying after a
girl wished him goodnight for the first and last time.
Apparently people just don't find it "acceptable" when you do
their dishes as an act of charity anymore... or they just feel
guilty or something because it's really the person who owns the
houses job to wash their dishes.
Steve listens as Tony "scolds" him kindly, giving him a stern
look. Yeah, okay, right, he was the guest. No dishes. Mmhm, he's
got it. Was Tony upset? "Um, I'm pretty sure I'm real," he
replies awkwardly and quietly, turning off the sink and drying
his hands slowly. "It's just that, um-- I dunno, I guess I'm
just sort of...." Steve fishes for the right words to describe
himself, but everything sounds wrong in his head. "An awkward,
lonely, busybody?" Yeah, that sounds about right. "I, uh, I like
work, I guess is what I'm trying to say." Okay, actually, that
sounds much better than the other things he had just said. Sure,
he was a pretty awkward person who didn't get around enough to
really connect with many people, and, yes, he was quite lonely.
I mean, his house was huge, but most of it was empty and
unfilled like something was missing when, well, there wasn't,
ostensibly. Steve's agent had requested that his house be built
with lots of space, and now Steve doesn't really know what to do
with it. His life was pretty lonely, and he knows he needs to
try harder to fix that.[/center]
#Post#: 751--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: TinyGoliath Date: April 28, 2013, 6:31 am
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[center]{:: T O N Y ::}
[Size=10pt]Tony smirks as Steve starts to answer. It kind of
tickles him, because Steve really isn't trying very hard to
argue, and he looks kind of guilty, and Tony has a notion that,
maybe, this isn't the first time something like this has
happend. Tony wants to hear that story, if there is one. It's
probably insanely cute. Er, adorable. No. Funny? Yeah, lets go
with that one. Okay, Tony's still a little attracted to Steve,
but, you know what, that's Steve's own fault, Tony's not
apologetic because Steve good-looking (or 'oh my god how the
f*ck did you get this gorgeous' looking).
[I]Anyway.[/I]
Tony tunes back into the conversation as Steve say [I]"I guess
I'm just..."[/I] and waits for him to finish. When he does, Tony
just stares at him a moment. It occurs to him that he's still
holding the plate, so he sets it down, eyes never leaving
Steve's face.
[B]"Yeah, no,"[/b] he says finally, shaking his head. [B]"No,
I'm pretty sure you just described [i]me[/I]. Like, to a
tee."[/b] Is that Tony Stark, admitting something about himself?
Wow. But, you know, it's true. Tony doesn't have many friends
and has a hard time making them, for some weird reason, so
oftentimes he divulges himself in work rather than try to be
social. He blinks slowly at Steve, then huffs, reaching out and
grabbing his wrist. [B]"C'mon"[/b] he says, dragging Steve out
of the kitchen, towards the couch. [B]"We're gonna go be lonely
busybodies together."[/b] He drops Steve's wrist when the get to
the couch (Dummy is taking up one cushion, sprawled out all over
it) and then goes over to kneel by the entertainment system,
rifling through an obscene amount of video games. [B]"Portal
2?"[/b] he asks, holding up a game case. [B]"You ever played
it?"[/b] You know what, when in doubt, play games. There is no
awkwardness or deep conversations when you're playing video
games. There is only ass-kicking.[/size][/center]
#Post#: 754--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: MagicNightStar Date: April 28, 2013, 7:47 am
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[center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
[center]Steve just stares back at Tony as the man tells him that
he also managed to describe him. He's not really surprised, in
all honesty, judging from what Rhodey and Bucky had told him
about Tony. The man does seem to live a rather lonely life,
probably only having the occasional man or woman over to sleep
with and then perhaps Rhodey to play some video games with.
Steve wasn't really very familiar with Tony's life, but he hopes
to get more familiar with it as they go along. Steve, on the
other hand, well, there wasn't much to learn from his life. He
goes to interviews, holds charity events, tries to avoid
paparazzi as much as he can, stays at home most of the time to
read and write and do the housework. Bucky stays over a lot, but
when he does, Steve never seems to be able to stay in the house
with him, like today. As for Clint, well, Steve doesn't see him
as much as he'd like, especially after he got with Natasha.
Seriously, the two seem to be already heading into the stage of
engagement.
Steve's thoughts are pulled away from him as he feels something
small and warm wrap around his wrist. He looks down to see it's
Tony's hand, urging him to come follow him. Steve obliges, and
follows Tony over to the couch in which Tony drops his wrist to
look around for some video games. Steve smiles and takes a place
on the couch, waiting until Tony picked out a game, asking for
Steve's opinion and experience. He looks at the game of Portal
2, and nods. "Yeah, I've played a few times," he responds, hands
in his lap as he awaits a controller. Being lonely busybodies
didn't sound like a bad idea at all.[/center]
#Post#: 755--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: TinyGoliath Date: April 28, 2013, 8:00 am
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[center]{:: T O N Y ::}
[Size=10pt]Tony grins widely at Steve's reply. "Good," he says,
turning to turn on the TV and put the game in the console. It's
a small TV, pretty much impossible to see from across the room,
but Tony can't seem to bring himself to get rid of it, just like
the rest of his apartment. Even if it's tiny and broken and
dirty, he's been living in it for something like five years, and
he's gotten kind of attached to it. You get used to things, the
way the bathroom door sticks and you have push extra-hard on the
window in his bedroom to get it to open, and even though it's
silly it's become a home -- his home, and he's not anxious to
let it go.
Tony throws a controller to Steve as the game starts up and
grabs one for himself before he flops down onto the couch,
watching as the game starts up. He sits close to Steve,
shoulders touching, proximity not really a big deal for him
because he's going to be shoving somebody during gameplay at
once point or another, and says, "Alright, there is only one
rule when you play a Portal game with me, and it is this: you
must agree that GLaDOS is the b*tchiest b*tch ever, otherwise
this isn't going to work, we can't be friends."[/size][/center]
#Post#: 758--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: MagicNightStar Date: April 28, 2013, 8:38 am
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[center]{:: S T E V E ::}[/center]
[center]Steve catches the controller Tony gives him and waits
for his friend to sit down. When Tony does sit down, however,
it's awfully close, and Steve could feel Tony's heat that was
radiating off his body. It wasn't uncomfortable, though, in
fact, it was quite cozy. Then again, he has a feeling that
sitting this close to Tony while playing a video game was
probably not the best of ideas. If Tony dare shoves him, he's
totally going to shove back, and with his broad shoulders, it's
gonna one heck of a shove.... It won't be too hard of a shove,
though.
The game starts up, and Tony starts to talk about GLaDOS. Steve
just smiles and rolls his eyes shortly. "If you mean b*tchy as
in freaking awesome, then, yeah, we're on the same boat," he
replies, placing his fingers over the correct buttons he knows
he's going to have to use the most. "I can't eat a potato
without thinking of her saying ow the whole time anymore," he
goes on, chuckling quietly to himself as he waits for Tony to
press the start button. "Of course, I also like Cave Johnson
when he's not being a chatty b*stard," Steve adds with a shrug,
leaning forward on the couch, ready for the game to
begin.[/center]
#Post#: 760--------------------------------------------------
Re: This Is Not Going To End Well
By: TinyGoliath Date: April 28, 2013, 9:11 am
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[center]{:: T O N Y ::}
[Size=10pt]Tony laughs -- he's glad that he actually has
somebody to make references with, now. Rhodey will play with
him, but he is terrible at puzzle games and he complains the
whole time and asks which portal is the 'in' one and which one
is the 'out' one and Tony has to explain that 'goddammit,
Rhodey, it's a the same f*cking thing'. "Potato GLaDOS is the
best GLaDOS," Tony says cheerily, smiling widely, bumping his
shoulder against Steve's while he starts the game.
They get through the first few levels easily, with their
favorite genetic lifeform and disk operating system snarking
them the whole time, and Tony loses track of the minutes that
pass. He knows, eventually, though, that Dummy falls asleep
under the coffee table and he gets shoved off the couch at some
point (it's kind of his fault) and then he just sits there
instead because he's too lazy to get up. He's having a good
time, a great time, and then there's a knock on the door.
Tony pauses the game, throwing a look at the door. "Door's
open!" he calls, and Rhodey pushes the door open, holding a big
bag of what looks like takeout from Tony's favorite Chinese
place.
"Okay, not letting you starve today while you wallow in your
hangover, so get up, get what the f*ck?!" Rhodey stares at Steve
on the couch, and Tony on the floor, and seems unable to
comprehend it. It takes a moment, but then his face seems to
dawn into something like understanding.
Problem, platypus?"
"You--" Rhodey starts, shakes his head, and the looks at Steve.
"Um, I just... I thought... I thought you were straight. Uh.
Wow."
For some unspoken reason, Tony hides his face in his arms and
laughs hysterically.[/center]
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