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[biggerstick]

[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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[paragon]

What's so funny?

[biggerstick]

You're just so nice.

[paragon]

Says the guy who got me colored pencils?

[biggerstick]

[gestures at his armor]

Gray doesn't do it justice.

[paragon]

Gotcha.

[biggerstick]

You look like crap, by the way.

[not that he looks much better but]

[paragon]

Not surprised.

[ apparently done inspecting the art supplies he moves into fuller view, and Tony will be able to see that he's— holding a stuffed bear. a stuffed bear with tufts of its stuffing poking out of a hole where an arm should be. ]

[biggerstick]

[I understood that reference.]

... you can sew?

[paragon]

You asked me that last time. That hard to believe?

[biggerstick]

Did I? I thought I'd asked about knitting. [sneezes again] JARVIS put on some music.

[and suddenly!11 Loud punk rock]

[paragon]

. . . Jarvis, could you turn the music down?

[biggerstick]

[the volume is turned down because JARVIS is a disloyal jerk]

No, you can't do that.

[paragon]

Are you sick?

[biggerstick]

No, that's ridiculous.

JARVIS.

[and he sneezes again]

[paragon]

Tony.

[biggerstick]

I'm getting a new AI. One that listens.

[back to tinkering, not even turning to look at Steve]

It was the snow cloud, I'll be fine by tomorrow

[paragon]

[ derailed for the moment ]

— what? What snow cloud?

[biggerstick]

Jack Frost gave me a personalized snow cloud for a bit. He's a moron.

[paragon]

Did you deserve it?

[biggerstick]

Pretty sure it was a deal with Loki, so even if I did it was bullshit.

[paragon]

So this has nothin' to do with your body already being compromised.

[biggerstick]

... what? No. What?

[paragon]

You've been getting no sleep and running yourself into the ground besides.

[biggerstick]

[sneezes again, looks incredibly annoyed. And after a moment puts aside what he was tinkering with and rubs his face]

I'm not sure of what you're expecting from me, here.

[paragon]

. . . nothing.

Just don't expect to be better by tomorrow at this rate.

[ and with that he fishes a sewing kit out of his pocket and sits at the other end of the couch to open it ]