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[Given what's happened lately? Tony's looking even more sleep deprived as usual. And more than a little fed up with... well, with just about everything]

Few things, ship.

One: The food here is crap, and I want a cleaning service. Or a car. Or both.

Two: I think I kind of promised someone a particle accelerator. I claim time extension rights considering my first port and a goddamn flood.

Which brings us to three. Sorry kids, bed offers expired.

[Filtered to Maintenance/Repair/Lab Wardens and such]
Pretty sure you guys have been told about me. But I'm kind of a big deal in engineering, robotics, and math.

So here to serve or whatever.

[Private to Charles]
I need you to back me up. I'll trade ignoring your trigger happy friend for it.

Basically, I need spare arc reactors. And I need to build them, and have people not know what the hell they actually are. And since I'm an inmate that's probably gonna require your word that they're not some sort of bomb.

[Private to Steve]
Do I need to tell you to shut up about the arc reactor, or is that kind of a given?

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Awwww, didn't know you cared.

[It's so much easier to just fall onto sarcasm and assholery at times like this. But. It's Cap, so...]

Already promised Speed Wheeler a blanket ignoring session. But... [He makes a face] We need to talk, later.

You may or may not have noticed, but I get kind of clumsy when going into heart failure. So it might be worth it to explain to you how this things screws in and out.

[Hey look, Steve. This is trust. :C ]

...Yeah, it probably would be good to know that.

My room, then-- sixth floor, first room.

[He gives a tense grin]

Not in a pickpocketing mood this time, so you're safe.

Right. See you soon.

[A beat.]

You could have just asked, you know.

Pretty sure you wouldn't have let me go without a designated driver, Cap.

[And he really wanted to drink alone]

...Sometimes a guy needs to drink alone. I know that. I've done it myself. [...Or tried his damnedest, anyway.]

Just -- ask, in future? I'll come if you want company, but I don't have to.

[.... That... okay. Yeah, he can do that.

He hadn't been expecting that from Steve Rogers, but... he can do that]

.... Roger, Cap. [No, wait] Roger, Rogers.

[Airplane. Bit past Cap's time, but it was a reference that had to be made]

[Yeah, well, Tony, you don't know him half as well as you think you do just yet.

A little grin.]

Thanks.

[He shrugs a shoulder, still... moderately uncomfortable.]

Yeah, sure.

[Just... get your ass up here, Capsicle. He wants this demo of the hole in his chest over as quickly as possible.]

See you soon. [And heading to Tony's room?]

[Heading to Tony's room! Which is right next to Natasha's, so. Tony will kind of be standing in the door way, arms crossed and glaring at his neighbor's door, guarding the threshold and- ah. Steve.]

What'd you do, stop to pick flowers on the way up? Come on.

Sorry, sorry. You're...feeling alright, though? [He heads in, then, a bit awkwardly.]

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