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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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And he had so much of it! With his violin playing and book reading and general nerdiness.

"Gross," was his Very Cool conclusion. "I don't need to hold anybody's hand."

Even though he kinda thought he'd like to hold Parker's. And Eliot's.

"Me either," Steve said. "We're practically grown-up."

No. Just...no.

They weren't even practically pubescent.

"Don't see why people gotta treat us like little kids when we ain't," Alec agreed.

While Steve ate rainbow-colored marshmallows.

LIKE A MAN.

"I'm much smarter than half the guys in my apartment building," Steve said. "Ma says that's because I don't drink bathtub gin and go to church regular."

A VERY TINY MAN.

Alec didn't say what percentage of the people he was smarter than, but mostly because that kind of bragging only got him in trouble before. It'd be awhile before he rediscovered his innate brashness. (That being said, it was a very high number, just like his IQ, there had been tests.)

"Why would you fill a bathtub full of gin?" he asked. "That sounds wasteful."

"I think maybe they sell it?" Steve said, wrinkling his forehead up in thought. "Or somethin'? I'm not s'posed to sociate with them on account of their loose morals and cause they're gonna get thrown into the paddywagon."

Alec nodded; the words were different but the sentiments were the same. "Yeah, there are kids my Nana won't let me talk to, neither. Cause they're in the pipeline, an' it's just a question of whether they're gon' get shot or arrested first."

"Tommy Malone," Steve said, nodding. "He's goin' straight to the Devil by the way of the state penitentiary."

Guess who'd been listening where he shouldn't have been.

"That's why I gotta be in before dark most nights," Alec said. Though it wasn't really a complaint, considering most of what he liked to do--read, practice his violin, draw his Hardiman comics--were all inside activities. Doing them outside just got him made fun of. Sometimes beaten up. "Cause that's when all the gangs come out an' Id don't wanna get involved with alla that."

"That's smart," Steve said, nodding. "I'm too scrawny for anyone to want me in a gang anyway. They don't even want me on a ball team."

"Me neither," Alec admitted. "They call me a nerd an' laugh at me. An' Nana says I need glasses, so it's only gonna get worse."

Steve made a face. "They're gonna break 'em."

There was always a "them."

Always.

"An' it ain't like we can afford to get new ones when they do," Alec agreed.

"Can you hide 'em for the walk home?" Steve asked. "I do that with my art notebook or else it always ends up in a puddle."

"Yeah, but there's always the schoolyard," Alec sighed.

Steve groaned sympathetically. Little unsupervised kids were the worst.

"Get a buddy?" Steve suggested. "Bucky always watches out for me."

Alec shook his head. "I'm still the newest kid at Nana's house," he said. "An' I ain't so good at making friends."

"Me either," Steve admitted, finishing his bowl of cereal--or at least the marshmallows out of it. "Bucky's the only one I've got."

"I got Parker 'n Eliot when I show up here," Alec said. "...But that's really it. There was another kid in foster, but he got 'dopted when I was with my last family an' I ain't seen him in years."

This was a depressing conversation. He nodded to the bowl. "Good, huh?"

Steve nodded vigorously. "Think I could have some more, maybe? I don't wanna be greedy, though."

"Heck yeah," Alec said, beaming at him. He shoved the box into Steve's hands. "You can have all of it. There's more back at the house we came from."

He was going to owe Parker so much cereal when they were big again.

"All of it?" Steve said, goggling a bit. "Gee. Thanks!"

"Well, we're...y'know, friends," Alec said, a little tentative. "Ain't we?"

"Of course we are!" Steve said enthusiastically, leaning in to give Alec a slightly sticky hug.

Boys this age were always a little sticky. So that was a hug returned without hesitation. "Cool," he said, because you know, feelings were uncool. "Real cool."

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