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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]

[smiles a little too]

I wouldn't have asked a few months ago.

Yeah, I know.

[ aaand actually eating now ]

Good to know we're good. Mostly good.

Decent? Ish?

[on his second hot dog already]

We're good. And Tony? I like your company.

[ nods his head toward the stove where the pan is sitting ]

There's more.

[stops mid-bite. lowers his plate. takes a second]

...

Where did that come from?

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You said I can't be spending time with you for the company.

[unsure of how to deal with this]

Uh.

...

You have weird taste. People usually steer clear from me when I'm tinkering.

Well, I'm not really worried about anything exploding.

You haven't been around me for long enough.

Oh, I'm sure I'll get to see it someday. I'm just not worried about myself.

Oh good. Don't worry, it's usually just property damage.

...

A concussion that one time.

...

Couple of broken ribs. Nothing to worry about.

If you're expecting a lecture from me on self-preservation . . .

Please don't.

It'd be pretty hypocritical anyway.

Gotten yourself blown up recently?

Nope. Did join the army a while back, though.

I hear there was a war happening at the time.

Lot of army doctors tried to save my life before, well.

Oh right. Skinny, sickly boy.

Something like that.

[ puts his plate down and brushes the crumbs off his hands. ]

[... Tony is getting more food ok]

. . . hm.

[ turning around and bending to grab another pan before straightening and going to the pantry to get out a can of green beans. ]

[he's found cheese and is eating it]

... what's that for?

Fiber.

[ getting out the can opener ]

[... watches him in confusion and mild apprehension]