[It ends up not being as soon as he expected. Steve, being the decent all-around good person that he is, stops to barter with a dude selling actual human coffee. Ridiculously expensive coffee. He actually debates about whether it's worth it but hey, someone needs to extend an olive branch here. Can't say that he isn't trying.
Steve doesn't have any of those credit things on him but he manages to convince the guy to let him do a few odd jobs for it. Dropping off a couple of packages and picking up a few things from other merchants.
When he shows up at the apartment, the cup is still warm too. Now Tony pretty much has to tell him. He crosses to the room the older man is locked in and knocks on his door.]
[He was just about to ask where the hell Steve ran off to when he shows up knocking at his door. With coffee. Tony just stares at it once the door is open.]
[Captain America just traded his time for a cup of coffee. ...Tony has no idea what to say to that. So instead he just stares at the cup of coffee, then almost hesitantly takes it.]
But hey, you know. It's cool. I mean, it's warm, and it's good, so. ...Thanks.
[He's kind of hoping you've forgotten why you're here in the first place, Steve, and he's staring up at you expectantly waiting for you to make your move. Leave or stay.]
[He can tell when someone is going to be relentless in that off-hand sort of way, and he read the comics long long ago as a kid. Captain America was stubborn, wouldn't back down until he got his answers. So fine. He'll give in, and he mutters the words around the rim of the cup of coffee.]
[Come on Rogers keep up. He's not one to repeat himself when it comes to things like this. He makes a vague gesture with his hand once he grimaces at the blackness of the coffee.]
The palladium. It's for my heart. You know. [And another gesture, this time at his reactor, still partially visible under his shirt.]
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Yeah sure whatever. Bring coffee.
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How am I supposed to do that?
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Youre Captain America.
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[Can texts sound exasperated and irritated? Because if they can, this one does.]
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[Can texts sound smug? This one does.]
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I'll be back soon.
[It ends up not being as soon as he expected. Steve, being the decent all-around good person that he is, stops to barter with a dude selling actual human coffee. Ridiculously expensive coffee. He actually debates about whether it's worth it but hey, someone needs to extend an olive branch here. Can't say that he isn't trying.
Steve doesn't have any of those credit things on him but he manages to convince the guy to let him do a few odd jobs for it. Dropping off a couple of packages and picking up a few things from other merchants.
When he shows up at the apartment, the cup is still warm too. Now Tony pretty much has to tell him. He crosses to the room the older man is locked in and knocks on his door.]
Here, take this. It's burning my fingers.
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[He was just about to ask where the hell Steve ran off to when he shows up knocking at his door. With coffee. Tony just stares at it once the door is open.]
What is that.
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Coffee.
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...You just got me coffee.
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[Confused, he is confused.]
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[Why would you do that.]
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[Because you asked him to!]
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[You are a strange thing. Tony doesn't understand you.]
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[He shrugs--it's no big deal.]
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Is there something wrong with it?
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...Thanks. I was just joking you know. About the coffee.
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Steve kind of stares at him for a second.]
Oh.
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[He's kind of hoping you've forgotten why you're here in the first place, Steve, and he's staring up at you expectantly waiting for you to make your move. Leave or stay.]
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[How's that working out for you?]
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My heart.
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Also, you think you're explaining things but you're not. He just looks confused.]
I'm sorry?
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The palladium. It's for my heart. You know. [And another gesture, this time at his reactor, still partially visible under his shirt.]
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