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Tony leaned over the edge of the balcony of Avengers Tower and silently thanked God that he was wearing the nano-suit, just in case. “Steve!” he shouted.
Steve paused in the act of taking his shield off his back and waved enthusiastically to Tony. “Hi!” he shouted back. “You should film this! It’s going to be amazing!”
Tony looked down at the dizzying slope of glass and metal that Steve was preparing to surf down with nothing but his shield and his reflexes. Steve had done similar things before, but they were nearly 90 stories up and the slope gave way to a sheer drop off after about 20 stories. “My cameras aren’t working!” Tony shouted back, which was a damned lie. “Come back in while I fix them!” Steve looked like he was considering it, and then he glanced at his shield and the slope and Tony could almost see the inhibitions-suppressing-spell kick in again. No appeal to safety was going to work right now. What else…? Inspiration struck. “Everyone would be so sad if they missed it!”
After one more heart stopping moment, Steve re-secured his shield and hopped back up onto the balcony with a couple of long strides and a jump. “You’re right,” he said cheerfully. “It can wait a bit.”
Heart still pounding, Tony followed Steve back into the living room and heaved a sigh of relief when Stephen’s red magical ropes wrapped around the super soldier and deposited him on the couch next to a similarly bound Natasha and Clint. Next to them, a miniaturized Scott pinged from one side to another of a glowing red enclosure.
Tony made his way over to the second couch, where Stephen had slumped over, and dropped down next to him. “How weird is it,” Tony said, leaning back until he was staring up at the ceiling, “that we’re the responsible ones right now?”
“Not so weird,” Stephen sighed deeply, “if you realize that karma is real.”
Tony turned his head to look at Stephen, horrified. “Please tell me we don’t have to pay it off all at once.”