Stark Industries, Thursday Morning

[not_ironmaiden]

Tony supposed it was a good thing that he hadn't been wearing the boots or the stablizer gauntlets when this... thing happened.

It wouldn't have been comfortable and he might destroy his precious work.

It had been a normal day. He got up, showered, had coffee... turned into a pony mid sip of coffee...

You know. Normal.

He hated this place.

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[screwyoumarvel]

Steve opened the door of Stark Industries and looked around. "Hello? Tony? I--" This was going to sound lame. "I brought cake."

[not_ironmaiden]

Cake would have been nice, but right now all Tony wanted was a drink. A really strong one.

The small pony attempted to communicate this with a very annoyed whinny, but... it lost something in the translation. Instead he just attempted to glare in Steve's general direction.

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve blinked down at the pony. "Well, hi there," he said, bending down to be more at pony-level. "How did you get in here?"

The way the pony seemed to be glaring at him should have been a clue.

[not_ironmaiden]

Tony was going to bite him. Well, he would if it wasn't so undignified...

Instead he stomped a foot--hoof on the floor, shaking his head in a way that really shouldn't have felt so normal.