Office Hours, Friday

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve was in his office on Friday for his usual office hours, alternately working on the paperwork needed to request art supplies and sketching in his sketchbook. His door was open, and he was happy to talk to anyone who might want to stop by.

((The subject of the thread with hoorayimrich is NFB.))

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[hoorayimrich]

And now the door was closed.

Because there was a genius hiding in Steve's office. This was possibly not the newest thing for him.

"Hi."

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve didn't seem to think it was all that unusual, anyway. "Hi." Although he did have to check, "Is something wrong?"

[hoorayimrich]

"Wrong? Why would something be wrong?" Tony wasn't the best liar ever, no.

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve put down his pencil and counted to ten in his head. Then he sighed and asked, "Is your armor trying to kill you?"