Stark Industries [Sunday]

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Sam staggered into Stark Industries, laden down with bags of groceries. Since he couldn't figure out what he was supposed to actually do with the groceries, he shrugged and put them down on the nearest horizontal, semi-clean surface. It was no skin off his nose if something went bad or whatever, he figured.

Then he looked around the shop and said, mostly to himself, "So, uh. Now what?"

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There was coffee downstairs.

Yes, Tony had asked Jarvis to alert him to this fact. It was the truly important part of the whole thing.

So he limped his way on downstairs to check it out, ice pack firmly attached to his shoulder. "Did you get it?"

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Sam whipped around and said, "Did I get what? Are--are you okay? Boss. Sir. Mr. Stark?"

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Aww. It was like being at home.

"I'll be better if I have coffee," Tony replied, digging through the bags for the roasted gold.

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"Oh, right, it's in. Uh. One of these. What happened? Were you running from giant robots? Of course not, it's a tiny island. There's only one giant robot and he was a girl yesterday. Are you sure you're okay?"

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Tony stared for a moment, mid-rifling through a bag.

It was the kind of stare that just asked for some elaboration on the subject of giant robots being girls. And why he wasn't made aware of this.

"I'm fine. The power setting on the repulsor was just a hair too high."

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"There was some kind of mind-swapping experiment," Sam enlightened him, and did not answer the second part of his implied question, as the answer was 'because Sam wasn't letting his boss near his car while his car was a girl, that was asking for trouble.'

"R-repulsor? I thought this was like a repair shop." With an AI. And an owner who liked to grope alien robots.

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"I'm tinkering with a few things," Tony said airily, continuing his hunt for coffee. "Try not to touch anything that looks dangerous, by the way."

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"Wasn't planning on it. Uh. I think it's in that one--that one there," Sam said, trying to indicate a specific bag.

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Grinning widely at the discovery of coffee, Tony snagged it and went to the... very nearby coffee maker.

So maybe he had one in almost every room. He stayed up late and needed it.

"I might have Pepper e-mail you a few things to work on."

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"Yeah, I uh. I got that e-mail," Sam admitted. He now had all of Tony's personal information, and also... "Lindsey Lohan? Seriously?"

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Tony just sighed. Of course Pepper went into that one again. "I've only met her once and it's not like I am going to again."

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"Oh God why would you do that--I mean. Uh. Have you been tested for STDs lately, sir? Boss. Mr. Stark."

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"They did the whole testing at the VA hospital," Tony said, eying the coffee maker as if to make it work faster.

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"Oh. Okay. Good." Sam still took a wary step away from Tony, as if he might catch Lindsey Lohan germs.

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"Nothing happened," Tony said, like he had to say it far too many times already. Which he did. Damn Pepper.

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"If you say so," Sam said doubtfully. "So did I get the right coffee?"

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He'd had better, but Pepper had left a voicemail about breaking his assistants so he wasn't going to snap.

Much.

"It'll do." A beat. "Did you get anything microwavable?"

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"Uh, yeah, there's. Uh. Food." Sam kind of flailed at the bags.

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Tony had the cooking ability of a drunk cat. He just hoped most of it could be considered vaguely healthy and microwavable.

"I like those frozen burritos."

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Sam also had the cooking ability of a drunk cat! "Those are in the bag with the ice cream."

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"You got me ice cream?" Oh, Tony liked this one. "You get a raise."

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"It might be kind of, uh, melty, I don't know where your freezer is or anything," Sam pointed out. "Not that I don't want a raise, I mean, come on--wait, I'm getting paid?"

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"Of course you are," Tony replied, grabbing the bag of frozen things with his non-iced arm. "Pepper handles that part of it. Pick those up, the fridge is upstairs."

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Sam grabbed the other stuff and obediently made to follow his boss. "Yes, sir, boss, Mr. Stark, sir." Note to self: e-mail Pepper.

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"Just Tony is fine," He said, not even bothering to keep the smirk off his face as the lights in the upstairs loft came on from the movement or Jarvis just being attentive. "You make me feel old."