[for Steve] This old thing?

[notawastedlife]

Tony didn't just work in the workshop, or the scrapyard. He spent the majority of his working time there, certainly, and even some of what he thought of as leisure time, working on projects that were more for his own interest than being purely island improvement related

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[onlyforthedream]

If I'm honest with myself, I put paying this visit off as long as I could. I let baseball come first, I built a house with my own (and a fair number of helping) hands. I'm not settled onto the island, nowhere near, but I've done what I could to beg off having to face Tony again outside of a crowded social situation.

He told me he has something of mine. I honestly don't know what it is.

Clad in faded denim and a dark blue t-shirt that says All Star on it, I head up the curved stairs of the exceptionally easy to find home. Not as stately as Stark Tower, but it has definite architectural flare. I find myself unsurprised.

As I walk, I remind myself that I do not know this man, that I can't, because we've barely spoken. Still, going to meet him in jeans and t-shirt feels... strange. Not for the first time, I wish the Flag hadn't been ruined during my arrival, and not for the first time, I push the thought away for folly, in more ways than one

[notawastedlife]

Tony leaned sideways enough to see who it was.

"Yeah, right here," he said. "Jarvis, screen off. Our guest is Steve Rogers, aka Captain America."

The display on the computer switched off, and Jarvis said in his usual tones, "Very good, sir. Hello, Captain Rogers."

[onlyforthedream]

I stop short, barely two steps onto the wide expanse of balcony.

"...Jarvis," I repeat, staring at Tony. The fact that he named his house AI after his butler seems either sentimental in the extreme or strangely mocking and callow, I honestly can't determine which.

[notawastedlife]

"Sure," Tony said. "You never met an AI before? Sure you have, your guy could do that. Come on, it's inside."

He swept his feet off the table and rose, turning to wander inside without much further to-do.