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Steve listens, then sighs. He replied calmly, unsure of how to handle this information.

"I see. Natasha in our universe doesn't talk much about the Red Room. At least, we don't talk to her about it beyond that basic facts. We try and respect her privacy for the most part. So if the Red Guardian exists here, then I can ask Natasha about it later..."

Steve hesitated, unsure of how to address the last bit.

"Are- are you sure you all are alright? That Hydra is good in your universe?"

One random day. A voice starts to emulate from The Avengers' coms. It sounds a lot like Steve Rodgers, just... different. More sturn and more... dazed?

"Hello? I'd anyone there? I think this devise is letting me talk to people. People outside the base! Is anyone there? If you are there, can you tell me what Weapon X or The Red Room is?"

There is a pause.

"And what year it is..."

Tony blinks, confused. He turns, seeing his Steve look just as confused with Bucky beside him. All three were in the lab, but Jarvis let them hear the frequency.

Turning back to the holograms, Tony taps away on a keyboard. "Hello, Steve? It's 2025 here. Also, the Red Room is destroyed here. At least for now, unless Hydra is trying to rebuild it again. Also, there is no record of a Weapon X here..."

Tony paused, unsure of how to continue. "Are you okay?"

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Steve noticed what Tony was holding and choked on the water he had just sipped. He coughs hard, blushing beet red. He looked so mortified and humiliated.

"T-Tony I can explain!"

Steve tried to gain composure, but it was hard when Tony had just found his inappropriate sketches.

"I-It was me practicing different art demographics!"

Was the lie the most bullshit and stupid reply? Yes? Did Steve realize it when he said it? Also yes. Steve was so embarrassed.

Steve was in the lounge, doodling again in his sketchbook. It was, of course, pictures of Tony. Either looking so adorable, completely badass... or straight lewd as hell. And a lot of the pictures in the current sketchbook he was doodling in was mainly lewd pictures. Steve had tried to stop before, but he couldn't help himself. To him, Tony was perfect.

He sets down his sketchbook for a moment, heading to the kitchen for a snack. He figured no one was around and Tony was working at the moment, so it was safe to leave his sketchbook open on the table for a moment.

Then Tony walked into the damn room, working on his Starkpad, just as Steve went to the kitchen...

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Tony didn’t even look up at first—just strolled in like usual, grumbling under his breath about a server lag spike and tapping furiously on his Starkpad. But then his eye caught something. Not just something, actually. Something that looked very familiar. A face. His face. A lot of it.

He slowed to a stop, eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the open sketchbook on the lounge table.

At first, confusion. Then—recognition. Then... heat.

The sketches ranged from heroic to sinful in about five pages flat, and Tony’s brain short-circuited at the realization that not only had Steve drawn them—but Steve had drawn them well. Ridiculously well. Embarrassingly, ego-flatteringly well.

He stood frozen, torn between laughing, blushing, and printing the whole sketchbook out and framing it on a wall.

“Okay...” Tony murmured to himself, setting the Starkpad down. “Either Rogers has developed a hyper-specific art obsession, or I’ve just stumbled onto the single most validating thing in existence.”

He flipped another page. Yep. That was definitely his ass.

Tony barely had time to register the doorknob turning in the kitchen before he called out casually, “Hey, Cap? Question. Should I be flattered, mortified, or offer to pose next time?”

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Goodnight, you beautiful bastard :D

Goodnight.

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Clint whines, offended.

"I only did that once and I was drunk!"

He nuzzles Tony, hugging tighter. He was pouting now, feeling upset. He made sad chirp noises as he knew it always made Tony feel guilty.

"Now you hurt my feelings. I'm a sad bird."

Clint barged into Tony's lab, kicking down a vent grate and hopping down. He grins, hugging Tony tighly- ignoring how he startled the hell out of Tony.

"HI!"

Clint wanted company and decided that Tony would be his company today. He nuzzles Tony, making chirping noises like a bird. He liked being a bird, so occasional chirped like one.

"I'm lonely. Can I spend time with you so I'm not lonely and bored?"

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Tony let out a strangled yelp, nearly tossing the soldering iron he was holding as Clint suddenly dropped from the vent like some caffeinated goblin.

“Jesus—Clint!” Tony huffed, wide-eyed and flailing a bit under the surprise hug. “You ever heard of doors? Or knocking? Or maybe—not making me think I’m about to be assassinated?!”

Despite the dramatics, he didn’t push Clint away. In fact, once the initial shock faded and the bird-chirping nuzzling began, Tony let out a tired, amused sigh and lightly patted Clint’s back.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. “But fine. You want company? You got it, Birdbrain. Just try not to chew on the wires this time.”

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Loki whines. He was pouting, hating being scolded. He walks over to Tony, then defiantly hugs him.

"I'm bored. Entertain me peasant or stop scolding me!"

Loki was not about to told what to do today.

"Also, is it wrong for me to want to poke the new and interesting entity I just found out exists!? I just wanted to see if they reacted poorly to me. Though, I think I might be their universal favorite, as they kept calling me adorable."

Lennon sighs, groaning as they walked through their magic mirror into the @under0-0s universe. They had a crate with them, pulling it along with their tail.

"Stark, I think you lost something. This fucker was trying to get to the space where I live and then tried to provoke me into a fight. He's adorable honestly, but I know the menace would cause chaos if he got a chance to start mayhem in other universes."

Lennon opened the crate, revealing a pouting Loki. They pat Loki's head sweetly, then moved to leave.

"I am leaving the menace with you, but please keep him on a leash. Or have Thor watch him better."

After Lennon leave, the entity disappearing back to the in between, Loki crawls out of the crate and dusted himself off.

"I was bored and just wanted entertainment. Can you honestly blame me, Stark? Plus, they are fascinating to poke at."

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Tony stared at the crate like it might start ticking. Or hissing. Or both.

Then up at Loki. Then back at the crate. Then at the sparkly universe seam Lennon just walked out of like it was a revolving door in some interdimensional department store.

“…You provoked an eldritch babysitter.” He dragged a hand down his face. “Do you ever sit still like a normal person? Read a book? I don’t know, build a puzzle?”

He pointed a wrench at Loki. “Next time you get bored and try to poke the literal entity that polices multiversal anomalies, I want you to ask yourself this one simple question: Would Thor approve?”

He paused. “Actually, scratch that. Would I approve. Because guess what? You land back in my lab in a crate again, I’m shipping you to New Jersey. Overnight. No padding.”

He muttered as he turned back to his workstation, “Leash my ass. I need a firewall, a magic collar, and probably a Xanax.”

“And hands off the arc reactor drawer. I saw that, mischief gremlin.”

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Steve blinks, speaking up gently.

"I was found in 2011, after I spent around seventy years in the ice. In our universe, we have no idea what the Red Guardian is. Or Weapons X. Hydra here is evil, and the Avengers formed when Earth needed heroes to stop a catastrophe from happening."

Steve ponders everything he's learned.

"I don't know what is going on in your universe, but I do hope you all are okay."

One random day. A voice starts to emulate from The Avengers' coms. It sounds a lot like Steve Rodgers, just... different. More sturn and more... dazed?

"Hello? I'd anyone there? I think this devise is letting me talk to people. People outside the base! Is anyone there? If you are there, can you tell me what Weapon X or The Red Room is?"

There is a pause.

"And what year it is..."

Tony blinks, confused. He turns, seeing his Steve look just as confused with Bucky beside him. All three were in the lab, but Jarvis let them hear the frequency.

Turning back to the holograms, Tony taps away on a keyboard. "Hello, Steve? It's 2025 here. Also, the Red Room is destroyed here. At least for now, unless Hydra is trying to rebuild it again. Also, there is no record of a Weapon X here..."

Tony paused, unsure of how to continue. "Are you okay?"

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The moment Tony turned around, a tear opened up. Around a hundred water balloons full of glitter paint shoot put and smack into the billionaire's back and walls.

"I AM SPITE BITCH! Also, thank you, the ambiance is quite lovely."

Lennon laughs, insane and manic, before smugly shutting the tear close. They had no issues starting a war as they are always bored.

Something shifted in the in between, in the nothingness that is between each reality. Lennon opens one of their many eyes, looking through a one-way magic mirror. Looking into a reality, checking for anything wrong. They had sensed something. But they hadn't a clue as to what.

They shifted the focus of what the mirror saw to where the detected source came from. They paused, seeing the portfolio they had left in this variant, Tony Stark's lab. But there was an artifact they didn't realize was on it. A crystal. They could tell easily it was Stephen Strange's doing, probably working with Tony on something.

While it might be a trap, Lennon reached out their claws and gently cut the magic mirror open so they could walk through. They walked into the @under0-0s universe. They look around, seeing no one...

When they reached for the crystal though, a giant metal cage dropped from above and captured them. They stared at the metal bars and realized they hadn't checked above.

"Damn it... I knew I forgot to check something."

Lennon's tail swished in embarrassment and annoyance at themself.

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Tony’s voice crackled through the lab speakers almost immediately—dry, amused, and way too pleased with himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Big, spooky, multi-eyed reality stalker caught by... a very basic cage trap. Not even a Stark special, mind you. That was Discount Plan.”

There was the faint hiss-click of a door unlocking, followed by the smooth hum of repulsors as Tony hovered into view in the suit, faceplate still down, glowing eyes narrowed in giddy satisfaction.

“Listen, Lennon. If you’re gonna peek into my reality using sketchy, one-way magical windows and get all clawsy with a Strange-Stark prototype crystal, the least you could do is check the vertical axis. I mean, c’mon. Rookie mistake.”

The faceplate flipped up, revealing Tony’s smug grin and raised eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go with the exploding confetti cage. That one was meant for Loki. Still, not bad for a Wednesday.”

“Now, I know you're probably here for good reasons—cosmic interference, timeline headaches, maybe a tragic bout of boredom. But while you’re stuck in there, maybe take a sec and explain what exactly you thought would happen grabbing Strange’s crystal like you were raiding a clearance shelf at a magic HomeGoods.”

“And yes, I did monogram the trap with ‘Property of T. Stark.’ Because branding matters. You’re welcome.”

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Five seconds later, a passive aggressive note flies out of nowhere. Clearly from Lennon.

All it said was: 'I am not a moth, you moron. I am literally half angel, half demon looking. If you're gonna insult me, do it to my face or not at all coward.' -Lennon. P.s. I could've still gotten in your lab if you enchanted earth with passive aggressive spite, as my magic mirror can literally show me anywhere and let me enter from there, :D'

It was the finest audacity letter Lennon could have wrote.

Something shifted in the in between, in the nothingness that is between each reality. Lennon opens one of their many eyes, looking through a one-way magic mirror. Looking into a reality, checking for anything wrong. They had sensed something. But they hadn't a clue as to what.

They shifted the focus of what the mirror saw to where the detected source came from. They paused, seeing the portfolio they had left in this variant, Tony Stark's lab. But there was an artifact they didn't realize was on it. A crystal. They could tell easily it was Stephen Strange's doing, probably working with Tony on something.

While it might be a trap, Lennon reached out their claws and gently cut the magic mirror open so they could walk through. They walked into the @under0-0s universe. They look around, seeing no one...

When they reached for the crystal though, a giant metal cage dropped from above and captured them. They stared at the metal bars and realized they hadn't checked above.

"Damn it... I knew I forgot to check something."

Lennon's tail swished in embarrassment and annoyance at themself.

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Tony’s voice crackled through the lab speakers almost immediately—dry, amused, and way too pleased with himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Big, spooky, multi-eyed reality stalker caught by... a very basic cage trap. Not even a Stark special, mind you. That was Discount Plan.”

There was the faint hiss-click of a door unlocking, followed by the smooth hum of repulsors as Tony hovered into view in the suit, faceplate still down, glowing eyes narrowed in giddy satisfaction.

“Listen, Lennon. If you’re gonna peek into my reality using sketchy, one-way magical windows and get all clawsy with a Strange-Stark prototype crystal, the least you could do is check the vertical axis. I mean, c’mon. Rookie mistake.”

The faceplate flipped up, revealing Tony’s smug grin and raised eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go with the exploding confetti cage. That one was meant for Loki. Still, not bad for a Wednesday.”

“Now, I know you're probably here for good reasons—cosmic interference, timeline headaches, maybe a tragic bout of boredom. But while you’re stuck in there, maybe take a sec and explain what exactly you thought would happen grabbing Strange’s crystal like you were raiding a clearance shelf at a magic HomeGoods.”

“And yes, I did monogram the trap with ‘Property of T. Stark.’ Because branding matters. You’re welcome.”

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Steve facepalms, sighing.

"Tony, I highly doubt you did."

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Lennon swallowed the last of the gem, smiling. They pat Tony's head contently.

"Thank you for moderately trying to understand me or at least not questioning me. I don't even understand my own weirdness and honestly I'm too lazy to. I just do my job, then do whatever I want. And now, I'm going back to napping. See you later, as this universe is under constant supervision due to too much unstable decisions via heroes and villains."

Lennon turned, lifting a claw up and tearing into the fabric of the universe, walking back into the in-between nothingness for the time being. They really are craving that nap now. The cut in reality seals behind them, like nothing hadn't ever occurred.

Then it dawns on Tony that he'll have to explain this entire situation to Stephen Strange... then listen to the sorcerer bitch at him for letting Lennon eat the crystal.

Something shifted in the in between, in the nothingness that is between each reality. Lennon opens one of their many eyes, looking through a one-way magic mirror. Looking into a reality, checking for anything wrong. They had sensed something. But they hadn't a clue as to what.

They shifted the focus of what the mirror saw to where the detected source came from. They paused, seeing the portfolio they had left in this variant, Tony Stark's lab. But there was an artifact they didn't realize was on it. A crystal. They could tell easily it was Stephen Strange's doing, probably working with Tony on something.

While it might be a trap, Lennon reached out their claws and gently cut the magic mirror open so they could walk through. They walked into the @under0-0s universe. They look around, seeing no one...

When they reached for the crystal though, a giant metal cage dropped from above and captured them. They stared at the metal bars and realized they hadn't checked above.

"Damn it... I knew I forgot to check something."

Lennon's tail swished in embarrassment and annoyance at themself.

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Tony’s voice crackled through the lab speakers almost immediately—dry, amused, and way too pleased with himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Big, spooky, multi-eyed reality stalker caught by... a very basic cage trap. Not even a Stark special, mind you. That was Discount Plan.”

There was the faint hiss-click of a door unlocking, followed by the smooth hum of repulsors as Tony hovered into view in the suit, faceplate still down, glowing eyes narrowed in giddy satisfaction.

“Listen, Lennon. If you’re gonna peek into my reality using sketchy, one-way magical windows and get all clawsy with a Strange-Stark prototype crystal, the least you could do is check the vertical axis. I mean, c’mon. Rookie mistake.”

The faceplate flipped up, revealing Tony’s smug grin and raised eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go with the exploding confetti cage. That one was meant for Loki. Still, not bad for a Wednesday.”

“Now, I know you're probably here for good reasons—cosmic interference, timeline headaches, maybe a tragic bout of boredom. But while you’re stuck in there, maybe take a sec and explain what exactly you thought would happen grabbing Strange’s crystal like you were raiding a clearance shelf at a magic HomeGoods.”

“And yes, I did monogram the trap with ‘Property of T. Stark.’ Because branding matters. You’re welcome.”

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Lennon blinks. They felt a bit embarrassed.

"I felt a disturbance that woke me up from a nap. I saw this thing on the gift I left, and notice it had unstable properties to it. I was gonna examine it, then hurl it into a void of nothingness should it prove to be deadly for this reality. Otherwise, if it wasn't dangerous... I might have eaten it cause sometimes I eat random magical things like rock candy. Out of boredom and because it prevents dumbasses feom trying to use artifacts for inappropriate reasons."

Lennon reached for the crystal, examining it. It was clearly unstable. But since Stephen hadn't gotten a chance to fuck with it, it was okay. Lennon sighed in relief... then promptly puts the gem into their mouth and starts to eat it like rock candy.

"Mmh, tastes so good. Five stars. Yummy."

Something shifted in the in between, in the nothingness that is between each reality. Lennon opens one of their many eyes, looking through a one-way magic mirror. Looking into a reality, checking for anything wrong. They had sensed something. But they hadn't a clue as to what.

They shifted the focus of what the mirror saw to where the detected source came from. They paused, seeing the portfolio they had left in this variant, Tony Stark's lab. But there was an artifact they didn't realize was on it. A crystal. They could tell easily it was Stephen Strange's doing, probably working with Tony on something.

While it might be a trap, Lennon reached out their claws and gently cut the magic mirror open so they could walk through. They walked into the @under0-0s universe. They look around, seeing no one...

When they reached for the crystal though, a giant metal cage dropped from above and captured them. They stared at the metal bars and realized they hadn't checked above.

"Damn it... I knew I forgot to check something."

Lennon's tail swished in embarrassment and annoyance at themself.

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Tony’s voice crackled through the lab speakers almost immediately—dry, amused, and way too pleased with himself.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Big, spooky, multi-eyed reality stalker caught by... a very basic cage trap. Not even a Stark special, mind you. That was Discount Plan.”

There was the faint hiss-click of a door unlocking, followed by the smooth hum of repulsors as Tony hovered into view in the suit, faceplate still down, glowing eyes narrowed in giddy satisfaction.

“Listen, Lennon. If you’re gonna peek into my reality using sketchy, one-way magical windows and get all clawsy with a Strange-Stark prototype crystal, the least you could do is check the vertical axis. I mean, c’mon. Rookie mistake.”

The faceplate flipped up, revealing Tony’s smug grin and raised eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go with the exploding confetti cage. That one was meant for Loki. Still, not bad for a Wednesday.”

“Now, I know you're probably here for good reasons—cosmic interference, timeline headaches, maybe a tragic bout of boredom. But while you’re stuck in there, maybe take a sec and explain what exactly you thought would happen grabbing Strange’s crystal like you were raiding a clearance shelf at a magic HomeGoods.”

“And yes, I did monogram the trap with ‘Property of T. Stark.’ Because branding matters. You’re welcome.”

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The Portfolio...

There was a strange portfolio on the table. It wasn't there to begin with, it shouldn't be there. But it was. It was black, dripping with white and magenta ink...

Inside, it was filled with photos. Creepy photos, of a human like entity. But it had devil and angel features. It could be counter it was AI generated, but the eyes... Those eyes looked too alive to be faked.

The entity looked manic, insane. Or in some photos, it looks apathetic and bored. It was just bizarre. There was data logs, summaries, and notes within this portfolio file, all explaining this creature. And a note, from said creature...

The data files and summaries were compiled into a an essay format at the back of the files, before the note from the creature. It gives a detailed account of what this is. Along with photos of sketches of what people had caught glimpses of and what the creature actually looked like.

'The creature is simply known as the Yin/Yang entity. As it takes on the theme of light and darkness, specifically the yang. The light within the dark. This entity actually has a name though, oddly enough. Lennon Fenmore. Where this creature came from is unknown, as from trying to extract said answer, it merely replied 'existence itself'. What that means is unsure by nearly all who have studied this thing.'

'Further tests done show that this entity has a deep level of emotional intelligence, despite its actual behaviors and attitudes it exhibits. It's strange, but it is overall friendly unless provoked... or if less than kind company goes near it. One of the scientists studying it ended up being asked how it was to abuse the disabled. Upon investigation, the entity was right about them. Not only can this creature not speak a lie, but it can see all truths. One's that can show just exactly what kind of person you are... This beast is deadly.'

'Lennon is hyperactive, often daydreaming or not paying attention most times. They are showing more and more signs of actual ADHD. For an entity that guards the multiverse from the empty nothingingness in-between, this creature is surprising less omniscient. Rather, more mortal in a sense. This entity has flaws, possibly some mental health disorders, and also highly intelligent in many ways.'

That's where the essay, or the collections of most the determined important bits were, ends. The note on the other hand was left. Black, white and magenta ink dripped off the paper when pulled out...

"Hello fellow variants. I am Lennon Fenmore, the entity read about in this portfolio. I figure to drop it off so you could get to know that you're universe falls into my territory of the infinite universe, so it's my job to keep any nasty parasites that want to eat all of existence away! I am just letting you know that I exist and might show up once or twice to take care of a threat, or stop the universe from imploding. But other than that, you won't see me much as I usually leave everything alone if the realities are on track with everything. It's nice to meet you, and if we do cross paths then let it hope it not be cause of some random bullshit I need to fix. -Lennon Fenmore"

(Meanwhile, in @under0-0s blog universe, a portfolio lands on a certain billionaire's workbench...)

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A portal opens up from the @askatrigenderlgbt blog universe, a variant Tony Stark peaking out.

"ACCEPT THE TEARS AND OWN IT DAMN IT, QUITE BEING A COWARD BITCH! YOU ARE CRYING FROM HAPPINESS!"

Peter: Hey, we're supposed to dress up as someone who inspires us for school on Friday. I wanted to go as you and I was wondering if I could borrow-

Tony: You can't wear an Iron man suit to school.

Peter: Actually, I was wondering if I could borrow your sunglasses and a tie.

Peter: Mr. Stark, why are you crying?

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Both soldiers took that as a challenge, what Tony said at the end. Bucky kisses Tony first, rough and possessive. Growling and being so territorial. Steve kissed Tony after Bucky, but was more passionate than rough, but still possessive and clearly refusing to leave any trace of Loki's kiss on Tony.

Both soldiers were ready to practically jump Tony's bones right there, in the middle of the lab, not caring if they did it on the floor...

Loki grins, feral and manic. Clint had taught him slang, along with Peter, and now wanted to scare the ever loving hell out of Tony. He barged into the lab, confident and prideful, moving to Tony and sitting on the workbench, despite Tony trying to work.

"Stark, you are delulu to think you got any riz to get a woman with a gyatt. You have such skibbity Ohio riz, you are just a salty ick."

Tony didn’t even flinch when Loki barged in—just slowly put down his soldering tool with a sigh that screamed I have had enough caffeine to tolerate this. He turned to Loki, eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Oh wow. Okay. So that’s what we’re doing today.”

He stood, wiping his hands on a rag with all the slow menace of a man restraining himself from throwing a wrench.

“First of all, delulu? Really? From the god of mischief who thought pretending to be a snake and biting Thor would be peak comedy? Bold.”

“Second, gyatt? Loki, you’re a cosmic being with millennium-old magic and you just used TikTok slang like a high school sophomore who just found Urban Dictionary.”

Tony leaned in slightly, smirking. “And third... Ohio riz? Sweetheart, if I had a dollar for every time I got called delusional by a man wearing a cape indoors, I could buy Asgard. Twice. And turn it into a karaoke bar.”

He patted Loki’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “It’s okay to be jealous, Reindeer Games. Not all of us can pull off billion-dollar charm and still be the top result when someone Googles ‘men who invented swagger.’”

Then, without breaking eye contact, he turned back to his table.

“Oh, and move your royal butt off my workbench before you catch a skibbity backhand. Love ya.”

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Steve and Bucky both growl. GROWL. They stalk towards Tony, grabbing him, and holding him close between themselves. Bucky begins nuzzling his head into Tony's shoulder, while Steve rests his head against Tony's.

Bucky growls possessively.

"You let Loki kiss you..."

Steve squeezes Tony, knuckles white as his hands clench into fists.

"I think that deserves a bit of... corporal punishment tonight. In bed, Tony."

Loki grins, feral and manic. Clint had taught him slang, along with Peter, and now wanted to scare the ever loving hell out of Tony. He barged into the lab, confident and prideful, moving to Tony and sitting on the workbench, despite Tony trying to work.

"Stark, you are delulu to think you got any riz to get a woman with a gyatt. You have such skibbity Ohio riz, you are just a salty ick."

Tony didn’t even flinch when Loki barged in—just slowly put down his soldering tool with a sigh that screamed I have had enough caffeine to tolerate this. He turned to Loki, eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Oh wow. Okay. So that’s what we’re doing today.”

He stood, wiping his hands on a rag with all the slow menace of a man restraining himself from throwing a wrench.

“First of all, delulu? Really? From the god of mischief who thought pretending to be a snake and biting Thor would be peak comedy? Bold.”

“Second, gyatt? Loki, you’re a cosmic being with millennium-old magic and you just used TikTok slang like a high school sophomore who just found Urban Dictionary.”

Tony leaned in slightly, smirking. “And third... Ohio riz? Sweetheart, if I had a dollar for every time I got called delusional by a man wearing a cape indoors, I could buy Asgard. Twice. And turn it into a karaoke bar.”

He patted Loki’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “It’s okay to be jealous, Reindeer Games. Not all of us can pull off billion-dollar charm and still be the top result when someone Googles ‘men who invented swagger.’”

Then, without breaking eye contact, he turned back to his table.

“Oh, and move your royal butt off my workbench before you catch a skibbity backhand. Love ya.”

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Loki pouts, annoyed he didn't get the reaction he wanted. But he had a plan b. Seeing Steve and Bucky walking in, he grins. He pulled Tony close, giving him the filthiest kiss he could, and smugly pulled away. He happily hops down from the workbench, knowing he just set Tony up with two possessive super soldiers.

"Thank you for the kiss, darling. Honestly, you asking to kiss a god was a surprise, but who am I to deny such a desperate request~"

He was using his manipulation and silver tongue, speaking openly and leaving Tony with such a chaotic mess. Which he had no regrets doing. He skips out, literally, seeing how the two soldiers stare at Tony with such possessive and pissed off looks. Loki knew he won the war this time.

Loki grins, feral and manic. Clint had taught him slang, along with Peter, and now wanted to scare the ever loving hell out of Tony. He barged into the lab, confident and prideful, moving to Tony and sitting on the workbench, despite Tony trying to work.

"Stark, you are delulu to think you got any riz to get a woman with a gyatt. You have such skibbity Ohio riz, you are just a salty ick."

Tony didn’t even flinch when Loki barged in—just slowly put down his soldering tool with a sigh that screamed I have had enough caffeine to tolerate this. He turned to Loki, eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Oh wow. Okay. So that’s what we’re doing today.”

He stood, wiping his hands on a rag with all the slow menace of a man restraining himself from throwing a wrench.

“First of all, delulu? Really? From the god of mischief who thought pretending to be a snake and biting Thor would be peak comedy? Bold.”

“Second, gyatt? Loki, you’re a cosmic being with millennium-old magic and you just used TikTok slang like a high school sophomore who just found Urban Dictionary.”

Tony leaned in slightly, smirking. “And third... Ohio riz? Sweetheart, if I had a dollar for every time I got called delusional by a man wearing a cape indoors, I could buy Asgard. Twice. And turn it into a karaoke bar.”

He patted Loki’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “It’s okay to be jealous, Reindeer Games. Not all of us can pull off billion-dollar charm and still be the top result when someone Googles ‘men who invented swagger.’”

Then, without breaking eye contact, he turned back to his table.

“Oh, and move your royal butt off my workbench before you catch a skibbity backhand. Love ya.”

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Tony spoke this time, replying to her through the transmission. His voice cold and firm, speaking about who his father really was.

"I'm not my father. I'm his son in this universe. And let's just say... Howard over here wasn't a kind man at all. Oh, he did great things. Made so muck progress for man kind and had me work to be a genius better than him. But that bastard was an abuser and neglected me. The man you know as Stark, that has no son, is a better man it seems. But mine? He beat me, burned my hands so badly when he handed me a burning hot iron rod, and left me with broken with so much baggage. I am not Stark from 1940. I'm Tony Stark, the son of a man who tried to break me, but I lived."

Steve and Bucky hold Tony, both still angry hearing the story again. Both soldiers nuzzle Tony, touching him gently to soothe him. As Bucky pressed soft kisses to Tony's neck, Steve replied next.

"I was found after being in the ice for seventy years. When I got out, I was confused and so disoriented by how much time passed by. But I met with people who not only helped me adjust to the modern day, but I got to be a soldier again to help protect and serve the people. I'm a part of a group of heroes who protect Earth called the Avengers. And Hydra here... It's evil and vile. Which is why we fight against Hydra, as they seek to kill anyone who opposes them and their beliefs of what world order looks like."

One random day. A voice starts to emulate from The Avengers' coms. It sounds a lot like Steve Rodgers, just... different. More sturn and more... dazed?

"Hello? I'd anyone there? I think this devise is letting me talk to people. People outside the base! Is anyone there? If you are there, can you tell me what Weapon X or The Red Room is?"

There is a pause.

"And what year it is..."

Tony blinks, confused. He turns, seeing his Steve look just as confused with Bucky beside him. All three were in the lab, but Jarvis let them hear the frequency.

Turning back to the holograms, Tony taps away on a keyboard. "Hello, Steve? It's 2025 here. Also, the Red Room is destroyed here. At least for now, unless Hydra is trying to rebuild it again. Also, there is no record of a Weapon X here..."

Tony paused, unsure of how to continue. "Are you okay?"