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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]

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You're a huge, muscly baby.

Gotta hold on to what I can. Besides! Howard gave me that shield. [ leans over to pat Tony on the shoulder. ]

[dodges that :| :| :|]

Right. Favorite son and all— well, if you got nothing else to do here, I'm busy.

[ :( :( :( ]

Seems like I just freed up some of your time.

[gestures with a hand, and a table lights up with like, weapons for every member of the Avengers. Except the Hulk. The Hulk just gets stretchy pants.]

Started with yours. Doesn't mean I don't have more stuff to do.

[ stands up at that to get a better look at the table, after a minute pointing at one section. ]

Can I see Natasha's?

Why? So you can criticize? Maybe you'll want me to give her a skirt like the ones women got in the war.

I don't think that'd really work for her, but you can ask.

Don't you have barbecues to attend?

Huh?

Why are you here? You came in and dismissed something I've been working on for weeks. What else do you want?

I don't want anything. ... I've missed spending time with you down here.

Yeah well, I'm busy.

That's not it.

[puts whatever he's holding on the table and turns towards him]

Okay, fine, let's do whatever heart to heart you feel is necessary. Go.

[ looks annoyed. ]

I don't. Stop asking if I have an ulterior motive, Tony. I just came here to find my friend.

[I WAS ANNOYED FIRST!!]

You turned down his present so he's not feeling very friendly at the moment.

He wouldn't usually take it so personally.

Yeah, I usually take wasting hours of my time much more graciously. You must've caught me on a bad day.

Always figured you got somethin' out of it either way.

[W O W. I'm done with this conversation, turning back to his tools]

. . . I got a grand total of two things from back then, and my shield's one of 'em. So maybe give me a break on this.

So I should just take your insults because you're nostalgic?

It's not about you.

No, I know. It's about my dad and whatever secret handshake you two had. I get it.