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“Tony, what did we say?”
“Do you want one of your widow’s bites to explode on you?”
“Tony, what did we say?”
“Do you want my armor to get squished again?”
“Tony, what did we say?”
He grumbled, running his hands down his face before looking at her tiredly.
“No stressful-”
“Things, I need to relax and recover.” Natasha intoned with him as she reached over the island and closed his holoscreens.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“What do you do for fun?”
“Work on my armor?”
“No, next.”
“Invent things?”
“Next. And don’t you dare say Steve.”
“Hey!”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Look. I am physically incapable of being cooped up, much less not building something.”
“Go play video games or something.”
“You had us taken off the active duty list for four weeks and you expect me to stay sane?”
“You got buried in a building, hypoxia, went blind, thought Steve died, relapsed, got the trashcan, and then had to travel back in time to prevent global conflict- all over the course of six weeks. Nevermind the fact you apparently died twice in that time period. I wanted to make it longer but didn’t want Fury getting suspicious.”
“And none of that would have happened if my armor could withstand more pressure and weight.”
“Um, apparently that Steve and Natasha were dumbasses.”
“I was buried in a building.”
“And you’re misdirecting this conversation on purpose. Go lay by the pool, doing nothing, for two hours.”
“Doing nothing? Two hours?”
“And you can’t verbally design something out loud to Jarvis.”
“That’s going to make my memories louder.”
“You can read a book.”
“Doctor Doom is going to attack soon.”
“You said it was decently handled, we know what buildings to evacuate and when.”
“Jarvis told me you were being stubborn.” Steve came in and Tony turned towards him, melting as Natasha laughed.
“Steve, I don’t know why I bother when I can just call you.”
Tony turned to give her a look and Steve joined him, Natasha throwing up her hands and walking out of the kitchen.
“Were you working on your holoscreens again?”
Tony leaned back into his hug, tilting his head up for a kiss. Steve looked down at him, sighing.
“You really need to relax.”
“I am going crazy, it’s only been a day and a half.”
“Star Trek?”
His face twitched as he crossed his arms.
“Patak.”
“That means absolutely nothing with that smile on your face.”
Steve fought his face into a frown for a few moments before it bounced back into a smile.
“Fine.” He tilted his head up again, and Steve leaned down, kissing him softly before pushing Tony off the stool, steering him to the communal area.