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Title: Rudder Flubber
Series: Heavy Data
Rating: G?
Word Count: 233 words.
Genre: crack, fluff (er, for now, anyway...)
Betas: pandanoai  and jynx 
A/N: For the_oke , and her humorous Nightmares lists.
Series Summary: When the Iron Man armor refuses to fly and claims Tony's weight is the cause, Tony's determined to trim down.  But when distortion meets dangerous methods, Steve will have to step and prove to Tony how beautiful he really is.  (and could this summary be anymore smchaltzy?)
Chapter Summary: Tony tries to have a relaxing weekend, tries being the operative word.  With some Spidey/HT sneaking around.

Sometimes, on the weekends when there weren’t any earth-shattering evil overlords or bank robbers, Tony liked to sneak down to the garage early (early for him, anyway), put on the armor, and spend the day flying.

 

This was shaping up to be one of those weekends.

 

Or so Tony thought.

 

----Last Night----

 

“This is gonna be so sweet, Pete!” Johnny Storm kinda whispered, as he and Spider-Man left the elevator heading for Tony’s garage.

 

“You did not just rhyme with my name.”

 

“Just a little.”

 

“How do you do ‘just a little’ rhyming?”

 

“You work on your timing?”

 

Peter slapped himself on his forehead.  “Stop it.”

 

“Fine.  How are we doing this?”  Johnny murmured as he quietly approached Iron Man’s armor.

 

“We just put the disk in that terminal over there, and let it run for a bit.  That should upload the program.”

 

The computer whirred to life and the visor’s eyes flashed a few times before going dim again.

 

“Tony’s going to go nuts.”

 

“Hopefully he’ll think it’s funny, Johnny.”

 

“And if he doesn’t?”

 

“It’s a little too late to wonder about that, don’t you think?”

 

----Now----

 

Tony let the armor slide into place around him, enjoying the feel of the armor’s presence in his mind.  He prepared to lift off, deciding to head toward Madripoor when a screen popped up.

 

Error: Over Weight Proximity for Functioning Flight Coordination

 

“WHAT?!!!”

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What do ya think?  Do you want more, or do I need to be dodging tomatoes?

And, yes, I so used my Run, Fatboy, Run icon...