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Our Lady of Fandom, Monday Morning

Tony sighed and moved closer to the warm body in bed with him this morning, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary just yet. That would come later.

Like, oh say... now.

Because he was on the floor. And he sure as hell would never decorate with a crucifix. And he was taller than the person with him.

"Huh."

[[For that guy with him(modded with permission), but the church is open!]]

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"Huh?"

Why no, Algren hadn't entirely managed to wake up yet. The longer he remained asleep or something like it, the longer he could also remain in blissful denial about... Well. About the entire weekend. And his current state of undress. And the fact that he was in this state of undress, in a church, with Tony Stark.

Any minute now.

"Please tell me that everything since Friday evening has been a whiskey-induced hallucination."

Yep.

Tony gave him a sardonic look, shaking his head. "I think I preferred the weekends I was doing the despoiling."

"I think I preferred the weekends I wasn't eating people," Algren offered, putting a hand to his forehead as the events of the weekend snapped into focus in his mind.

Ooooooh.

"In... most possible variations of that phrase, actually."

Tony was less than sympathetic. "Hmm. Yes, I think you and Tyler managed to bite me this weekend."

"That was Tyler?"

Well, it hadn't looked like Tyler.

"I didn't go to bed with anyone else Friday night," Tony replied, looking around for his clothing. And hoping to god those horrible monk robes weren't what he had to wear back home. "And I've met his other half."

"Ah." Nathan was searching for his own clothing, now, noting that Fandom seemed to thrill in leaving him unclothed and in public places. "I wasn't aware that he had another half to meet."

A pause.

"Though I'm finding that far less surprises me every day."

And the rest, he would live in stubborn denial of.

"It's complicated," Tony replied. And his suit was there! Thank... well he wasn't going to start in on that god thing again.

"The turning into someone else or waking up naked in a church? Because this is a second time for me."

"You've woken up naked in a church before?"

It was either a lame attempt at humor, or he really was sticking to that denial thing.

Nathan located his clothes, and he had absolutely no problem with thanking whoever or whatever there was to be thanked about it as he worked on pulling on his trousers.

"It was in Paris. Or was it Prague?" Tony contemplated that for a moment, pulling his pants on. "I can't keep track of these things."

"Of course."

Oh, good. There were pants, now. Nathan could actually look at Tony in order to partake in this conversation without his brain informing him that it would like to file for divorce. Or something.

... And then he was looking away again if only to keep from staring, trying to puzzle out what in the world he'd just looked at. "I don't suppose you picked that up in Prague?"

It was glowing, okay.

Tony frowned at him. "Prague?" Then followed Nathan's gaze down to his chest.

Looking away far too casually for it to be casual, Tony put his shirt on over it. Which didn't help much without the usual layers. "No, that was in Afghanistan. Old war wound."

Algren fell silent at that. Nodded. Kept his eyes quite firmly on his clothing as he sorted out his shirt and his vest. Very important process, really, except for how it actually wasn't.

"My apologies. I-" Really didn't have words, actually.

Tony rolled his eyes. "It's not exactly normal to see even for people here," He said, maybe trying to be a little nice to the guy.

Being from the dark ages and all.

"You had bombs, right?"

"Of course." Algren pulled in a deep breath of air, and then busied his hands with the buttons on his shirt. "Cannon artillery, mostly, if we're talking about their use in warfare."

"Built those. Only much more effective," Tony said with a sort of savage pride mixed with disgust. "And one was used against the convoy of soldiers escorting me. Shrapnel hit me and this--" He rapped on the glowing disc to produce a slightly hollow sound. "--is keeping all that metal from ripping my heart to pieces."

He didn't want to mention how fortunate Tony was to have such technologies available to him. Nathan figured the man was already well aware. And he'd managed to compose himself enough that he wasn't staring, either.

This was Fandom. Fandom had strange things. This was to become a mantra, really.

"Tyler had mentioned the advances made in weaponry," he offered, as though this was somehow a better topic for conversation. "But for all things change, it would seem the basic idea has remained the same."

"Wars come and go, but soldiers stay eternal," Tony quoted dryly.

That was... actually pretty profound, Nathan decided.

"The one thing the world will always have use for," he added, frowning as he pulled his vest on over his shirt. "Fighters. Killers. And better ways to kill them."

He didn't sound terribly thrilled about that, himself.

Tony snorted in a dry sort of amusement. "I'll drink to that."

"Or about it," Nathan amended, giving his vest a firm tug downward to be certain his clothing was straight.

If he was going to be making a fully unexpected walk of shame through the streets of Fandom from the inside of a church, he was going to look good doing it, damn it.

Which was almost adorable.

Tony, on the other hand, was rather poorly put together in a rumpled suit. "Let me guess, your first walk of shame?"

"... No."

Yes.

"That wasn't technically us last night, you realize."

Yes, it was.

"I'd hope not. I'm nowhere near that passive in bed," Tony replied, looking him over again.

Nathan's eyes widened some at that before he could catch himself, work on securing his wits, and attempt to work out some kind of response to that.

Some kind of response that was more than the, "Oh... Uh, good," that he managed to choke out, naturally.

And the blush. That was entirely unintentional, and he was going to do his damnedest to mask it behind a professional scowl. There totally was such a thing.

That had been entirely too easy. But oh so fun.

"Don't worry, I won't sully your good name." A beat. "Probably."

"Probably," Nathan echoed. And then he cleared his throat, and he reinforced that scowl as best as he could. Which really resulted only in his looking mildly uncomfortable and cranky about it.

Not quite what he'd been aiming for.

"I suppose I ought to be thankful for that much?"

Tony patted him in the chest, brushing on by toward the entrance to the church. "Try not to mention it to Tyler before I have a chance to talk to him."

...

"Of course..."

Nathan's vest wasn't even nearly straight enough, yet. Dammit.

"And you still owe me a drink!" Tony said as he walked out the door.

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