Tony is flashy, flashier in his younger days than he’d been the last time he’d brought Steve to Brooklyn. There’s no baseball cap and lifted cell phones are met with easily posed for selfies. Steve, for the moment, is ignored, cast in a shadow twice Tony’s height to dwarf the blond. Most people have forgotten Captain America enough to no longer know what he looks like. Tony is on magazine covers and the nightly news.
It’s extra cheese and birch beer again, and they’re back in that corner by the door to the office and stock room. People are giggling and texting around them, but Tony’s eyes are fixated on Steve, drinking him in and turning him over as if trying to decide what the best angle to bite into might be.
They’d spoken at length In the car about HYDRA, and JARVIS took down names and places to search while his human creator had pizza with a man more out of time than ever before. Now, Tony is less interested in work. You don’t work while you have pizza unless it involves watching TV too. The news keeps him informed of where he needs to go next, but it’s also entertaining.
“So I’ve been thinking that when I get closer to retirement, I’ll run for president. Is your me President?”
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It’s extra cheese and birch beer again, and they’re back in that corner by the door to the office and stock room. People are giggling and texting around them, but Tony’s eyes are fixated on Steve, drinking him in and turning him over as if trying to decide what the best angle to bite into might be.
They’d spoken at length In the car about HYDRA, and JARVIS took down names and places to search while his human creator had pizza with a man more out of time than ever before. Now, Tony is less interested in work. You don’t work while you have pizza unless it involves watching TV too. The news keeps him informed of where he needs to go next, but it’s also entertaining.
“So I’ve been thinking that when I get closer to retirement, I’ll run for president. Is your me President?”