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Just a quick second part to On Lemons And Army Songs, based on a follow-up prompt.
Title: On Coffee and Early-Morning Flights
Rating: PG
Fandom: Avengers movieverse/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Characters/Pairings: Tony Stark, Arthur Dent, mention of Ford, JARVIS, Bruce and Thor. Tony & Arthur, Arthur & Ford
Summary: Arthur Dent drops 'round the Tower for tea one morning. Tony hasn't had enough coffee yet to deal with it
Wordcount: 525
Warnings/Notes: Crackity crack, continued
Disclaimer: Not mine
Title: On Coffee and Early-Morning Flights
Rating: PG
Fandom: Avengers movieverse/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Characters/Pairings: Tony Stark, Arthur Dent, mention of Ford, JARVIS, Bruce and Thor. Tony & Arthur, Arthur & Ford
Summary: Arthur Dent drops 'round the Tower for tea one morning. Tony hasn't had enough coffee yet to deal with it
Wordcount: 525
Warnings/Notes: Crackity crack, continued
Disclaimer: Not mine
On Coffee and Early-Morning Flights
A man in striped pajamas and a fluffy dressing gown flew up onto the Iron Man landing deck, stumbling a little on the landing and cursing under his breath. Tony, who had only just started on his morning coffee, took a few moments just to blink to himself.
"Hello, Tony," Arthur said, shambling over and looking hopefully at the cup for a second before figuring out it wasn't tea. "Ford been by yet?"
Tony opened his mouth. Thought better of it, closed it again. And then, when Arthur kept blinking owlishly at him, he tried again.
"I'm not drunk," he announced, hoping it came out less like a question than it sounded in his head. Arthur, for his part, only looked briefly confused.
"Er. Good?" the Englishman tried, looking quizzically at him. "I'm not sure what that has to do with ... Well, no, actually I can see how that might have a lot to do with whether or not Ford's been by. Right. So. He hasn't, then?"
Tony shook his head rapidly, not in answer so much as to clear it, and hurriedly downed the entire cup in one long draught. The caffeine hit his blood with an almost audible sizzle, and he blinked a couple more times until he thought he'd managed to boot the rest of the way up.
"I mean," he said, more slowly this time, "the last time I saw you do that ..." He waved his hand carefully. "The flying thing? You know. The last time I saw you do that, I could have sworn blind it was just because I'd had half a shot of Gargle Blaster and the ceiling was singing." He paused. "Though, admittedly, that might have been JARVIS. It wouldn't be like him, though."
Arthur squinted warily at him. "Are you sure that's coffee?" he asked, very mildly. "I mean, I don't judge, but it's only 8am and Ford will be by soon. You might want to pace yourself, you know?"
Tony glared at him. "I didn't know you could actually fly," he grit out, privately thinking that if the rest of the day was going to be like this, no, it wouldn't be coffee he was drinking, and no, he wasn't likely to be pacing himself either.
"Oh!" Arthur beamed, the metaphorical lightbulb finally going off. "Right. Sorry mate. It's been a while since I've had to be Earth-normal. I'd forgotten you don't do that." He paused, blinked a little to himself. "I'm not sure that's a good thing, now that I think of it ..."
And there were ... probably a lot of things Tony could have said to that. A lot of things he would have said to that, three years and several rather important life changes ago. Right now, though, he was abruptly remembering that the scientist four floors down turned into a giant green rage monster on bad days, and sometimes the alien god of thunder dropped by for a chat.
Put in that context ...
"Nah," he said easily, leaning over to sling his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Not even Earth-normal has been Earth-normal lately. Don't worry about it, buddy. You'll fit right in."
A man in striped pajamas and a fluffy dressing gown flew up onto the Iron Man landing deck, stumbling a little on the landing and cursing under his breath. Tony, who had only just started on his morning coffee, took a few moments just to blink to himself.
"Hello, Tony," Arthur said, shambling over and looking hopefully at the cup for a second before figuring out it wasn't tea. "Ford been by yet?"
Tony opened his mouth. Thought better of it, closed it again. And then, when Arthur kept blinking owlishly at him, he tried again.
"I'm not drunk," he announced, hoping it came out less like a question than it sounded in his head. Arthur, for his part, only looked briefly confused.
"Er. Good?" the Englishman tried, looking quizzically at him. "I'm not sure what that has to do with ... Well, no, actually I can see how that might have a lot to do with whether or not Ford's been by. Right. So. He hasn't, then?"
Tony shook his head rapidly, not in answer so much as to clear it, and hurriedly downed the entire cup in one long draught. The caffeine hit his blood with an almost audible sizzle, and he blinked a couple more times until he thought he'd managed to boot the rest of the way up.
"I mean," he said, more slowly this time, "the last time I saw you do that ..." He waved his hand carefully. "The flying thing? You know. The last time I saw you do that, I could have sworn blind it was just because I'd had half a shot of Gargle Blaster and the ceiling was singing." He paused. "Though, admittedly, that might have been JARVIS. It wouldn't be like him, though."
Arthur squinted warily at him. "Are you sure that's coffee?" he asked, very mildly. "I mean, I don't judge, but it's only 8am and Ford will be by soon. You might want to pace yourself, you know?"
Tony glared at him. "I didn't know you could actually fly," he grit out, privately thinking that if the rest of the day was going to be like this, no, it wouldn't be coffee he was drinking, and no, he wasn't likely to be pacing himself either.
"Oh!" Arthur beamed, the metaphorical lightbulb finally going off. "Right. Sorry mate. It's been a while since I've had to be Earth-normal. I'd forgotten you don't do that." He paused, blinked a little to himself. "I'm not sure that's a good thing, now that I think of it ..."
And there were ... probably a lot of things Tony could have said to that. A lot of things he would have said to that, three years and several rather important life changes ago. Right now, though, he was abruptly remembering that the scientist four floors down turned into a giant green rage monster on bad days, and sometimes the alien god of thunder dropped by for a chat.
Put in that context ...
"Nah," he said easily, leaning over to sling his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Not even Earth-normal has been Earth-normal lately. Don't worry about it, buddy. You'll fit right in."
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