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“All right,” Rhodey said, making a note. “Tony and Stephen should be able to determine whether this thing is technological or magical. I’ll ask them to look into it.”
“Assuming you can get them to stop making out long enough,” someone muttered.
Rhodey looked up from his notes, but there was no indication of who had spoken. “They still get the work done.”
“We know, Rhodes,” Natasha said. She smiled wryly, “But you have to admit they are…”
“Shameless?” Carol filled in. “The other day Tony practically had his hand down Stephen’s pants. In the kitchen.”
Sam snorted. “I’ve caught them making out in the gym so many times I’ve started knocking before going in.”
“Better the gym than the locker room,” Clint put in, pained. “I’m no prude, but I did not need to see that much of Tony. Or Stephen.”
Rhodey spread his hands. “Look, I could ask them to tone it down, but you know Tony. He’s liable to take it as a challenge.”
“Maybe Strange can—” Natasha started, but Carol shook her head.
“Stephen apparently finds Tony completely irresistible,” she said.
“I’m glad they’re happy,” Rhodey said. “I really am. But—”
They all echoed his sigh.