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cap_ironman2010-04-03 11:44 am
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Fic: The Real Deal, G
Title The Real Deal
Rating G
Characters Steve and Tony
Word Count 523
Summary Tony confronts Steve about something (fluff)
Notes Two days late, but it needed to be written
It was midmorning, and Steve had settled into his favorite kitchen chair to read the paper and have some orange juice. The availability of the juice still amazed him and he liked to indulge in it when this crazy new era gave him the chance to rest.
He’d just finished skimming the headlines for the stories that looked the most interesting when Tony Stark entered the room and made a bee line for Steve’s area of retreat.
Steve’s mouth twitched as the urge to laugh took him. He suppressed it. Granted, it was Tony, so Steve knew the jig would be up soon because his poker faces never held up to Tony’s scrutiny. However, that didn’t mean he wanted to give the game up as soon as Tony entered the room.
“Steve, a word.”
“Yes?” Steve looked up from his paper to see Tony glaring at him. Smiling at his friend, Steve folded the paper, tucked it away.
"What brings you by, Mr. Stark?” It amused him to use the more formal address precisely because Tony gave him a look of exasperation every time he did.
"Jarvis had a problem in the kitchen this morning, Mr. Rogers," Tony responded. “It’s most interesting.” Tony produced a plate of eggs and held it up for Steve’s inspection.
"I asked Jarvis to make omelets and to Jarvis’s surprise, every egg had been hardboiled. How do you think that happened?"
Steve knew his lips were twitching with an effort not to laugh but still he tried to keep his expression somber. "I have no idea, perhaps it's the beginning of some villainous plot."
"A plot that also involves oil in the shampoo bottles and honey on the banister?"
"Clearly the work of an evil genius," Steve responded.
Tony sighed and shook his head. “This evil genius may want to apologize to Rick because Jan is convinced it’s all is doing.”
Steve knew his expression became guilty for a moment.“Ah well, I’m sure he’s not so evil as to not clear things up. . . .in a bit.”
Tony gave Steve a look of mild amusement then softly began to chuckle. “I thought that might be the case. Well then, my work here is done. Oh wait, one more thing, the evil genius also owes Jarvis eggs. Now my work here is done.”
“Tony,” Steve called, as tony neared the door to the room. “How did you know it was me?”
Tony turned round and now there as clear laughter in his eyes. “Because Jan and Hank wouldn’t prank themselves, I knew I didn’t do it, Thor isn’t around, and well, Rick wouldn’t prank me.”
“Also, Mr. Rogers,” Toy continued and it became clearer that he was struggling not to laugh, “I seem to be the only person here who recalls that despite your illustrious war record and despite the era you were born, you are still only 24 years old and not the innocent prude history insinuates. By the way, nanites are going to disassemble your record player for a good twenty four hours. Just a heads up.”
Steve laughed out loud as Tony turned and left.
Rating G
Characters Steve and Tony
Word Count 523
Summary Tony confronts Steve about something (fluff)
Notes Two days late, but it needed to be written
It was midmorning, and Steve had settled into his favorite kitchen chair to read the paper and have some orange juice. The availability of the juice still amazed him and he liked to indulge in it when this crazy new era gave him the chance to rest.
He’d just finished skimming the headlines for the stories that looked the most interesting when Tony Stark entered the room and made a bee line for Steve’s area of retreat.
Steve’s mouth twitched as the urge to laugh took him. He suppressed it. Granted, it was Tony, so Steve knew the jig would be up soon because his poker faces never held up to Tony’s scrutiny. However, that didn’t mean he wanted to give the game up as soon as Tony entered the room.
“Steve, a word.”
“Yes?” Steve looked up from his paper to see Tony glaring at him. Smiling at his friend, Steve folded the paper, tucked it away.
"What brings you by, Mr. Stark?” It amused him to use the more formal address precisely because Tony gave him a look of exasperation every time he did.
"Jarvis had a problem in the kitchen this morning, Mr. Rogers," Tony responded. “It’s most interesting.” Tony produced a plate of eggs and held it up for Steve’s inspection.
"I asked Jarvis to make omelets and to Jarvis’s surprise, every egg had been hardboiled. How do you think that happened?"
Steve knew his lips were twitching with an effort not to laugh but still he tried to keep his expression somber. "I have no idea, perhaps it's the beginning of some villainous plot."
"A plot that also involves oil in the shampoo bottles and honey on the banister?"
"Clearly the work of an evil genius," Steve responded.
Tony sighed and shook his head. “This evil genius may want to apologize to Rick because Jan is convinced it’s all is doing.”
Steve knew his expression became guilty for a moment.“Ah well, I’m sure he’s not so evil as to not clear things up. . . .in a bit.”
Tony gave Steve a look of mild amusement then softly began to chuckle. “I thought that might be the case. Well then, my work here is done. Oh wait, one more thing, the evil genius also owes Jarvis eggs. Now my work here is done.”
“Tony,” Steve called, as tony neared the door to the room. “How did you know it was me?”
Tony turned round and now there as clear laughter in his eyes. “Because Jan and Hank wouldn’t prank themselves, I knew I didn’t do it, Thor isn’t around, and well, Rick wouldn’t prank me.”
“Also, Mr. Rogers,” Toy continued and it became clearer that he was struggling not to laugh, “I seem to be the only person here who recalls that despite your illustrious war record and despite the era you were born, you are still only 24 years old and not the innocent prude history insinuates. By the way, nanites are going to disassemble your record player for a good twenty four hours. Just a heads up.”
Steve laughed out loud as Tony turned and left.
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You're evil Steve Rogers, evil I tell you.
Who knew you had it in you?
(I did that to a friend of mine once, he didn't liked it very much)
This is really sweet.
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Ha! Poor Steve, getting caught so quickly. He shouldn't be surprised; the pranks sound just like something Cap would do if he were to prank someone! Poor Rick, too, although I can see why Jan would suspect him over Steve. ;-)
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Funny how many people forget about him...
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