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[aggravating]

[You know, for a minute there this was going to be an awesome team building exercise. Taking Loki out - again - and corrupting an American icon with hate and lying and trickery? Yeah. It was going to be awesome. But then Steve had to have some kind of really annoying morality crisis and you know what? Screw that. He was already halfway up to Charles' room when Steve started talking about. Telling him to wait- Why would he wait? They had a plan, and he was sticking to it. Unlike some jerkwad team leader.

So, he takes a swig of scotch from the flask he'd made for himself during some downtime in the maintenance room. Just quickly hammered out metal, sealed up tight and a little dented but hey. It worked. And as disgusting as scotch normally was warm, Tony just didn't taste it anymore. Either way, he'd need it to try and come off as charming and nonchalant as possible when he got to-

Oh. Hey. Charles' door.

He shoves the flask back clumsily into his back pocket before knocking on Charles' door. At the very least, he has had way too much practice at enunciating while drunk off his ass.]

Hey. Sweetcakes. Surprise maintenance call.

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[Charles honestly hadn't been expecting him, obviously. He glanced up at the knock on his door, sent out enough of a telepathic probe to tell who it was before Tony spoke and went over to open it, already looking a little confused and more than a little concerned.]

Excuse me? [But wait, more important question that he already knows the answer to first.]

Are you drunk?