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[What does an insomniac superhero do at night? They wander off the pool house and build their own working area in the underground labs]

[looks like he's considering it for a moment.

then lays down on the ground. eh.]

[ughhhhhh god you suck]

Sir, shall I restore the playlist?

...

I don't like either of you.

... yeah, didn't think so.

[ so basements and underground labs have windows near the ceiling right.

because an eagle with a 7-foot wingspan just crashed right into yours. ]

Leave it how it is for now, Jarvis.

[ still looking at the ceiling when he does that. ]

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[jumps at the noise]

WHAT THE—

...

Why. why... there's an eagle. I don't understand. I really don't.

[half-hearted because UGH STUPID STEVE]

He's not actually on the ceiling.

[ picking himself up, feathers ruffling a bit but not seeming any the worse for wear.

and he peers inside the window with a caw, head tilting. ]

JARVIS is there actually a bald eagle on my window?

That appears to be the case, sir.

... okay.

I don't actually have a follow-up to that.

. . .

[meows and goes over to bat at Slick again.]

[ sees the cat with a twitch of his head in that direction and taps his beak against the window. ]

[looks from the eagle to the cat and back]

Where the hell did you find a bald eagle to piss off?

[looks back over at Tony and gives him the cat equivalent of a kanye shrug.]

[ tapping again. ]

Tony, let me in!

[... THE EAGLE SPOKE]

[IT SOUNDED LIKE STEVE]

[this starts as somewhat hesitant chuckling but in three seconds flat he's doubling over, laughing so hard he almost can't breathe]

[oh no strange human, are you choking!!

pads over to Tony to rub against his legs again, what.]

[p-pats the cat, still wheezing omfg]

One... one minute Steve. Just— [but when he looks up at the eagle he loses it again]

[ just gives a somewhat embarrassed caw. ]

Bucky, can you get up here?

...

[immediately stops petting the cat and wipes his hands on his shirt]

You loved it, Stark.

Now you've ruined the moment.

[STILL LOOKING PRETTY AMUSED THO. And moving to get the window open]

. . . thank you.

[ does a little half-hopping, half-flapping thing to get inside, the window too narrow for his wings, and lands on a chair. ]

Your country salutes you.

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