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[The video opens on a very nice view of a warehouse ceiling, at least until there's a muffled curse offscreen and it tilts to reveal one Tony Stark. He's practically vibrating with the kind of manic energy that means he's been working for possibly too long, all hair standing on end and a few dark smudges on his face, but he looks pleased at least. Just behind him is a glowing blue hologram picking out the lines of something circular, spinning lazily like it was hurriedly abandoned.]

So hey, you all know those power plants out there in yonder abandoned wasteland? Sure you do. I know there's one working, but I've got some ideas for how to give the other ones a good kick. Thing is, I could use an extra hand.

[The metal arm that's been slowly rolling along behind him suddenly straightens and twists in Tony's direction, claw at the front contracting. Without looking back, Tony just snorts.] Not you. [The arm droops, somehow giving the impression of looking disappointed, but continues his trek to wherever he thinks he's going.]

Anyway, yes. Manpower needed. Preferably the kind that knows it's way around a welding iron, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, and a metric shitload of palladium. So if anybody's got a spare catalytic converter or twenty, let me know.

[He reaches for the phone, then pauses, something slightly sardonic flicking across his mouth.]

Or if one of you magic types wants to straw-into-gold me up some, I'll take that too.

Thanks in advance.

[Looking much more satisfied, he reaches the rest of the way to cut the feed.]

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[It startles a laugh out of him -- he's used to being the ridiculous one, what can he say -- and Tony just leans an elbow on the worktable beside him and rests his head on his upturned fist.]

See, now that's just an invitation.

[wingedman]

My ass? You're damn right it is.

[Sam turns his head to look over his shoulder and waggle his eyebrows at Tony again.]

You want dinner and a show?

[buildsomething]

Exactly what kind of show are we talking here?

[He might be forgetting about the food at the moment. Who can blame him?]

[wingedman]

The kinda show Dum-E and the mice aren't allowed to watch.

[Spoiler: it involves Sam touching himself.]

[buildsomething]

Well then you probably shouldn't be doing it here, huh?

[Not that Tony's going to stop him. He's not stupid.]

[wingedman]

I might only do it if you keep eating your damn food.

[Sam laughs and rolls over onto his back, tugging his boxers the rest of the way off.

Later on, they're squeezed together on the couch, boneless and relaxed, and seriously, Tony, you need to get an actual apartment or something.]

So I brought some more of the incense along. [It's a little hesitant. Obviously since he's mentioning it now, it's not the same kind they used previously.] I figure you got one of those brains that doesn't like to shut up enough for you to sleep, and you just roll with it because you don't like to sleep, but-

[Yeah, it's the sleepytime incense.]

[buildsomething]

[It's probably the best time to bring it up, Tony looks far too relaxed to get worked up about the whole thing. He does shift enough to crack and eye open and glance over in Sam's direction.]

You're putting me to bed, now?

[He just sounds amused. It's not like Sam's wrong, after all.]

[wingedman]

Maybe a little bit.

[A rueful grin, and he stretches out to reach for his jacket, where he's got the incense and a lighter.]

Both of us, even.

[Meaning that he has every intention of staying there with Tony through the whole thing.]

[buildsomething]

[He just watches Sam move, appreciating the view. He's also very much not stopping him in trying to fetch it.]

Couch is gonna get kinda cramped for the two of us.

[wingedman]

You got any better suggestions?

[He's all ears, Tony.]

[buildsomething]

[Okay, so he doesn't actually have an answer to that. He hunkers down a little in the cushions to keep from admitting it.]

Thinking about putting in an apartment upstairs.

[wingedman]

Doesn't do us much good right now, does it?

[Sam just snorts.]

Should've gone for a fold-out couch.

[buildsomething]

Not sure most of those would be any more comfortable.

[Larger, maybe. But they can manage.]

Exactly how long does this thing work?

[wingedman]

Nah, but we'd have more room.

[You know, instead of basically being on top of each other.]

I did ask if you had anything time-sensitive going on, you know. The other couple times I used this, it was bedtime anyway, so I don't know how long it takes to wear off. You gonna complain if you actually sleep eight hours?

[buildsomething]

Probably not?

[It sounds a little hesitant, though. It's not like he's never just slept on the couch before, but usually not with company.]

I think we can make it work.

[wingedman]

[Sam pulls a blanket that's...presumably there over the both of them, holding the incense between his teeth for a moment.]

Let me know if you need help putting that apartment in.

[Hint, hint, Sam really wants a bed to do this on.]