The Perk, Wednesday Morning

[imafuturist]

Well, Steve was still a dog. And Tony had run out if projects that were safe for him to be around in the lab, so it appeared the best solution was coffee.

Or maybe that was just a Tony thing.

Either way. He was going to enjoy doing a little people watching with a laying golden retriever laying down underneath the table.

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[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden needed coffee. And pastry.

But also he needed to pause in describing to the barista the exact modifications (extra syrup, extra shot, extra whip) he wanted in his PSL (because it was still PSL season as far as he was concerned, it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet, after all), to notice the pupper and look delighted.

[imafuturist]

"Be careful or he might try to steal your food," Tony warned with a grin.

[carbsliftthespirit]

Well. He could try. "Aw, he wouldn't do that!" Raiden protested. "He looks like a good boy."

Also, Raiden could totally share, as long as he kept the lion's share.

[imafuturist]

Yeah, Steve was giving Tony the saddest eyes for besmirching hid honor like that.

"Alright, alright," Tony sighed. "He's very hungry all the time."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well, then, you should feed him more," said a guy who was very hungry all of the time, in tones of 'duh.'

[imafuturist]

"I'll take that into consideration," Tony assured him, ignoring the rampant tail wagging at it. "Super soldier and all."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Super what now?" Raiden asked around a mouthful of scone. Should he know what that was? It sounded like it would make someone hungry to him, but, well. Gluttony.

[imafuturist]

"Soldier," Tony said. "Normally, this would be my husband, Steve. Tall, blond, shoulders?"

[carbsliftthespirit]

"No," Raiden said slowly. "Steve has dark hair, and his partner is Danny, and he's an otter. He's one of my best customers."

He was tall, though. Well, for human standards of tall.

[imafuturist]

"Ah, different Steve," Tony replied. "It's a common name here."

Weirdly so.

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden considered this, and finally said, "Huh. Well, everyone used to be named John. In English-speaking areas, at least. I guess it was bound to be Steve's turn eventually. Can I give him a bite of croissant? Not the chocolate kind." Even he knew dogs weren't supposed to have chocolate, which was tragic for them.

[imafuturist]

"I suppose," Tony said, giving Steve a look before gesturing over at Raiden. "I'm Tony, by the way. The only one on the island, I think."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Tony," Raiden echoed as he crouched down to offer Steve some pastry. "Nice to meet you. I'm Raiden. Also the only one around, I think. Well, there's a Rey. She's nice." And Gray's name used to be a lot closer, which was one of the several reasons it wasn't that any more.

[imafuturist]

Tony nodded at that as Steve wolfed that pastry down. Just demolished it.

"If you don't mind me saying, you happen to look a lot like, well, at least two versions of a friend of mine back home."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, do you know Thor?" He got this a lot since he moved here. "Everybody says I look like him. Well. Everybody here, I mean. I don't know what Thor looks like at home. Never met the guy."

Assuming he was real. The canon was weirdly silent on the subject of small-g gods, while also having various supernatural races swear by them.

Tony, had you been starving this poor dog?

[imafuturist]

No, but Steve would probably make Raiden proud with how much he ate on a regular basis.

"I do! A couple versions these days," Tony replied. "This place is lousy with alternate timelines."

[two_idiots_one_body]

Happy to be off the crutches, Arthur made his way into the Perk and up to the counter on his cane.

It's the same girl as last time, John informed him, and Arthur smiled at her. "Tea, please. No, er, spices or anything like that." And he could take it to the table himself! Or, well, John could.

And then he'd sit there with his head down so John could see the phone and they could continue trying to figure out just what it did.