Tony's Sekrit Lab, Sunday Afternoon

[batwaffles]

You'd think the stables would be a better place to keep a wee pony who was normally a teenage boy, but when that teenage boy was Tony Stark and his pony form was in the care of Stephanie Brown, well. Tony's lab seemed like a much more logical (relatively) option

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[hoorayimrich]

At least he'd set up something for the inevitable pony...ing that let him at least look at his computers forlornly?

Don't you judge him.

Tony snorted, shaking his head in frustration. And since he couldn't talk, it was the best he could manage.

[batwaffles]

No judging for that if Stephanie could get away without being judged for taking a bunch of pictures of him looking forlornly at the computers. Because that was adorable, and in no way to be used against him later. Really.

Well, it was adorable. Particularly the part where he'd had the foresight to plan for this eventuality.

"I know, honey." Stephanie reached over to pat his neck, and dig a lump of sugar out of one of her pockets for him. "Look at it this way: you'll never take opposable thumbs for granted again?"

[hoorayimrich]

...damn her and her sugar cubes. He could hardly resist that.

Which, of course meant this was the right time for him to stop having all that hair. And hooves. No more hooves for him.

"...at least we're not in public," he decided, frozen in place for the moment.

[batwaffles]

"Where no one will witness you eating out of my hand," Stephanie said without missing a beat, but laughing with relief. "That part's a shame. As for the rest?"

She nodded firmly. "Let's just say I planned it that way. Yup. All part of my brilliant plan."