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Tony hears Stephen well before he reaches the door of the relic room.
“Levi, let go!” The Cloak’s response is, of course, silent, but knowing how stubborn it is… “Yes, I’m aware that you’re more familiar with the relics than I am. That doesn’t mean— No, I haven’t forgotten!”
When Tony reaches the door—standing open despite the apparent argument—he finds Stephen, dressed in nothing but black yoga pants, dusted in what looks like silver glitter, playing tug of war with the Cloak over something that looks like a censer, but must be a relic. The silver glitter puffs out of the censer every time the yanking makes it swing.
Stephen startles at the sight of Tony and the Cloak successfully pulls the chain of the censer out of his hands. Tony just barely jumps out of the way before it’s out the door. “Fuck,” Stephen groans.
“Do I even wanna know?” Tony asks, biting back a laugh.
Stephen attempts to wipe away some of the glitter, but it’s no use. “No.” He sighs. “It’s not really dangerous. I just hope a shower is enough to get this off of me.”
Tony kind of hopes it isn’t: the glitter suits Stephen.