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"Maybe if you emailed ahead, I could have had some installed," Tony said and tilted his head back. This was bad. "J, drop the security grating. I'm going up."

"Do you think that's wise, sir," the AI questioned and Tony just shrugged.

"It wouldn't be interesting if it was." He let the door close behind him when he left his suits behind, the Mk VII nearing the end of it's repairs and Tony was already in design for a Mk VIII, a print out he'd notated taped to the wall by the stairs.

He was wearing a black tank top and soft black jogging pants. His feet were bare and that left him even shorter than Steve than usual. That was annoying. He walked right passed the Captain as the last of the metal grates slipped into place.

"You can't eat? That sounds like a miserable existence," he said, continuing their conversation as he padded into that little used kitchen..even if it was just to pour himself a drink. "Same goes for liquor?"