“No. No, no, no,” Tony said, scampering after him to collect coffee cups and pizza boxes and one of Clint’s arrows and some patent applications that he’d been too bored to fill out and instead had made into paper airplanes and the blender cup that might’ve been moldy or might’ve just had green sludge residue inside, and a couple of car magazines from Steve’s hands. “No.”
Steve grinned at him, because he was Steve, and he took this as Help, not Denial, and he was still touching things, Tony’s things, things that could potentially be deadly or embarrassing or just secret in the way that Tony’s things always were. Tony resisted the urge to sweep everything in the lab into a giant pile and then perch on top of it, hissing and snarling like a frustrated dragon with its rather pathetic hoard.
So I made a thing.
I just finished reading The Act of Creation Will Be Your Salvation by scifigrl47 [which holy FUCK, if you haven’t read it and enjoy Steve/Tony, angst, Tony!feels, and the Bots [Jarvis, Dummy, etc.] you NEED TO READ THIS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND] and so I went and looked at the originating conversation that she linked in the final author’s notes and I discovered her other fic; Some Things Shouldn’t Be A Chore.
I got to reading the excerpt above, and imagined this. And then promptly drew it. Because I thought it was a hilarious concept and I could totally see Tony and Dummy doing this to Steve.
So yeah, here’s the thing.
Also, can I just say that I also totally seeing Marr doing what Tony’s doing too? Cause I’m insane and silly. She also hisses a lot, it’s great.
DUMMY HOLDING THE TAIL DUMMY HOLDING THE TAIL DUMMY HOLDING THE TAIL
((Laughing until I cry))