You know what happens when I don't push myself, people die.

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‘Cause we’re gonna be legends,                               gonna get their attention.                   What we’re doing here ain’t just scary,                                                    —– it’s about to be legendary!

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“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

Eddie decided to stick to good old solid food, meat and potatoes, nothing fancy and none of this weird new stuff in the jelly that was so in fashion at parties.  He sent somebody out to pick it up, and the man returned with only slightly cooled platefuls of steak and vegetables to put down on the table.

“From one of my favourite diners,” he told the kid.  “Whenever I feel like giving Jarvis a break.  He does need to dote on his wife now and then.”  He chuckled and sat down to eat his own meal.

It was a good choice, Tony wouldn’t have liked anything covered in jelly, that was just disgusting. Steak and potatoes was a little old fashioned, but at least it was food he recognized and it smelt heavenly. Like on queue, the teen’s stomach growled loudly, making Tony chuckle embarrassingly.

“Oh, I wasn’t saying no, thank you,” said Peter with a chuckle.  “Just considering giving you a lecture on the wisdom of taking weird homeless guys with you.  You’ve got a Reed Richards too, huh?  Is he an arrogant jerk here, too?”  He probably shouldn’t make assumptions like that - that sort of thing was how Ock had managed to catch him off guard.

“How do you know I’m not planning on killing you? Maybe you shouldn’t follow teenage boys home?” Tony had absolutely no plans of hurting the man, he was just pointing out that what he did was nothing worse than what Peter agreed to. “I’ve never met him personally, but he’s amazing! Such a genius, I’d love to work with him. He don’t seem to be arrogant or a jerk to me.” Peter’s universe really had to be different, or maybe they just had different criteria of what made someone an arrogant jerk.

“Thank you,” said Toby, and took another bite of his sandwich.  “I don’t know, either.  They look at me like they think I’m dangerous, but I’m not, I promise.  I don’t know how to fight or anything, I’m not even as smart as they wanted me to be.”  He paused a moment and wondered if he should have said that.  He’d already mentioned that he wasn’t good at designing weapons, but would the original not want him if he knew Toby wasn’t smart?

Clint had napped a while when Tony went back to sleep. Crashing on the couch while petting Lucky. The dog didn’t seem to mind that he fell asleep during attention giving. Which was great since it happened more often than he’d admit. He still woke up long before the boy, making a pot of coffee for himself and then a second when that one was gone. Somewhere in his brain there was a voice muttering about getting iron and sugar for blood-loss. He ignored it. Wasn’t in the mood to make food, which he rarely did anyway, and didn’t want the sound of the doorbell to wake Tony.

He was sitting on the counter, reading through an article about dhampir’s on his phone when Tony came downstairs. Twisted his wrist experimentally with a smirk. “Seems to work fine. There’s coffee if you want it. Only one mug though so one of us gets the pot.” He should ask if the other felt better. It would be the polite thing to do. He didn’t. 

“I think we should get burgers today.” He couldn’t find any information about any sort of vampire getting sick after starvation. They metabolized the blood differently it seemed. An empty stomach shouldn’t have made Tony sick. Nor should the caffeine in Clint’s system. There hadn’t been an explanation he could find for it. “And stop by a blood-bank. Since clearly you can’t handle my awesome.”

Tony nodded in a way that seemed to say ‘good that it’s fine’. He would have felt even more guilty if he’d injured the archer’s wrist permanently. “Of course you only have one mug,” he said with a huff. “I’ll use the mug.” He had a feeling Clint would also prefer it that way.

A continuation of this post. I just keep finding hot pictures of these two doofuses and then I gotta draw them.

After a few months of grouching at the weird Captain America knock off his dad’s found, Tony’s starting to realize he’d much rather climb Steve Rogers Jr. like a tree. He should probably be working on his thesis, but then Steve wears that one leather jacket, drives to their cafe on a motorcycle, and the gravitational pull of Steve’s ass keeps Tony orbiting.

Meanwhile, Steve has an ongoing mantra of “Howard’s going to kill me” battling with his other mantra “What that mouth do?”. He should probably stop talking to Tony, it’s getting harder to cover up that he’s the OG Capsicle. But then Tony flutters his eyelashes, tells a bad joke, and Steve’s back on his bullshit again.

BONUS:

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