Arthur blinked as the man lowered his hand, the earring-thing right there to be taken. His beady black eyes looked from the shiny up to the man’s face, and then …he crept forward, his nose working before carefully taking the earring-thing in his teeth. He looked up to the man again before taking steps backwards and then turning to head for home. He wasn’t sure why the man had taken it just to give it back, but some humans in his short experience were just odd.
He turned tail and trundled for home and his mum. His path eventually led to a door with the placard next to it “Brompton, Hazel. Director, FSD”
Steve waited to stand back up, until he was watching the tail end of the badger in its retreat. He waited a beat before trailing after, trying to be quiet in his pursuit, which in boots, on a mostly metal vessel, wasn’t easy.
He didn’t expect to be lead here—then again, he wasn’t sure where he had expected to be lead. He gave up being stealthy with a puzzled glance from the name on the door down to the badger.
“Don’t tell me you’re hungry…”
Although he stood his ground, he couldn’t stop the flush he felt rising on his skin as Tony not only grabbed his chest, but then looked like he was a beat away from taking a nap right up against it.
“Tony,” Steve chided once more, before drawing in a deep breath that he let out as a sigh. “Another minute, and I’m not going to let you have a choice.”
Tony hummed noncommittally, the days of not sleeping and over drinking finally catching up with him in the worst way possible. With what little conscientiousness he had left, he lifted himself and cleared his throat, eyes falling anywhere but on the captain’s face.
“Yeah. Okay. Tell JARVIS to unlock my workshop because I actually do need to get back in there and finish up one too many projects. I’ll sleep first so you don’t have to give me that angry puppy, disapproving face that you always seem to have in my presence.”
Steve looked back from the spot on the wall he had been focusing on, ever since Tony had chosen to use his body as a vertical feinting couch. When Tony was somehow able to right himself back into a fully, upright, and unsupported position, Steve might have kept his hand at the small of the other’s man back, just in case.
He was probably already making that face…
“I didn’t tell him to lock you out in the first place, so I don’t know if he’ll listen to me.”