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Friendsgiving - Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Evening

Well, it looked like this dinner party was going to either be dead or the strangest one that Tony had thrown in a long time, just based on how he woke up this morning.

But the invites had been sent and there was a catered turkey all ready to be eaten. And mama didn't raise no quitter, so here Tony was. Soldiering on through One Of Those Weekends.

"...oh god, should I have childproofed the cabinets?" he asked himself, staring at his completely not kid-friendly apartment.

Yeah, this would be a great party.

[[Paaaaarty! Come on by!]]

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"Wait, how can you not have pizza in Brooklyn? Or Chinese food?!" Alec did not understand the words coming out of Steve's mouth, even though he was pretty sure they were speaking the same language.

Even in Chicago, he knew that Brooklyn was kind of the go-to borough for pizza.

"Well, it might be around, but they don't drop it off at my house," Steve said.

"What kinda house gets a milk delivery an' not pizza?" Alec demanded, pushing the overfull bowl of Lucky Charms in Steve's direction. "That's just weird!"

Steve shrugged. "It's my house. Well, I guess my other house? Because I was here this morning."

But that was fine because Tony made breakfast.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Steve was rich. That made sense. Rich people did all sorts of weird things, like have their meals delivered and apparently not eat anything tasty.

The fact that Alec had also woken up in a different house today didn't really register. He was still working on thinking of Nana's house as 'his,' never mind this one.

"What do you do with two houses?" Alec asked. "You can only live in one at a time!"

"It's Tony's," Steve said. "We should ask him that question."

"You should try the Lucky Charms first," Alec said. "Everything gets all mushy if it stays in the milk too long."

"And it would be wasteful not to eat 'em," Steve said, nodding solemnly.

"Well yeah," ALec said. "Also they're yummy."

Because they were marshmallows!

Steve stared into the bowl, looking slightly confused. "There's s'posed to be blue ones?"

Blue food was still pretty unheard of in the 1920s.

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The 1920s existed solely to make everybody sad was the problem.

"Course!" Alec said, a child of the nineties, where the less natural a color was, the better it tasted. "Colors an' shapes! Hearts, stars, moons, clovers, diamonds, horsehoes, an' balloons! The blue ones are diamonds."

"Sure," Steve said with a little grin, taking a big bite. "This isn't dessert?" he checked.

"Naw, it's breakfast!" Alec said. "Nana doesn't let us eat 'em, though. She says they're unhealthy. But they're so good!"

"Are these crunchy marshmallows?!"

Oh, Steve was going to be so sick tomorrow. So. Sick.

So worth it.

"Ain't they great?" Alec grinned. "Them an' Cinnamon Toast Crunch are my favorites!"

"I haven't had those either!" Steve said.

His life was a vale of tears, clearly.

"I've had cinnamon toast, though," he added.

"That's it, after you're done with that bowl, we're sneakin' out an' goin' to the store an' gettin' you all the good cereals you ain't never had," Alec decided.

Boys, no.

"That sounds swell!" Steve said. "I'll tell Tony first, though. He worries."

"But what if he says no?" Alec asked.

"Then I go like this," Steve said, peering up through his fringe with huge, sad blue eyes, "and he ruffles my hair and lets me do it."

Steve Rogers: manipulative little shit.

HARDISON WOULD REMEMBER THIS, ROGERS.

"Oooh, that is pretty good, yo," Alec said approvingly. "I usually let my shoulders go down more, like this." He let his shoulders slump and toed the floor a bit. "That helps."

"Oooh, and if you cough just a few times, that sometimes works too," Steve said. "I don't do that, though, 'cause I cough a lot just regularly and Ma worries."

Alec made a face. "If I tried somethin' like that, my Nana would make me swallow some nasty tastin' medicine. No thank you."

"Does she shove cod liver oil at you just because you're lookin' peaky?" Steve asked, making a face.

"Eww, no, what's that?" Alec asked, grimacing. "Your ma makes you drink fish juice?"

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