MCA #9, Wednesday Night

[screwyoumarvel]

It was late, and Steve was, like any sensible person, sound asleep in his bed, dreaming of sugarplums fighting AIM agents. And polar bears wearing snuggies.

This state of affairs was probably not going to persist.

((For that guy. Intruder and intruder's unconscious friend's identities NFB.))

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[hoorayimrich]

Someone had managed to save the unknown cat guy and found that he was unconscious, but stable. And he couldn't just, like, leave him on the street somewhere. Or the hospital.

He wore a mask for a reason.

So, Tony did the sensible thing. And brought him back to Fandom with him. More accurately, brought him to Mr. Rogers' apartment.

Yeeeeeah.

After leaving the unconscious man on a nearby couch, Tony went looking for Mr. Rogers. Who was probably doing something sensible like sleeping, so bedroom it was. "Hello?"

[screwyoumarvel]

What the narrative above failed to mention was the small but critical fact that Steve slept with his shield beside his bed so he could touch it for reassurance like a teddy bear grab it quickly if needed. You know, like in case of intruders. Also, Steve had extremely quick reflexes.

He wasn't actually what you would call 'awake' when he sent the shield flying at said intruder's head, but his aim was not lacking.

[hoorayimrich]

Which would be why there was a resounding clang as the shield hit Tony in the face. Not even his best suit could have kept that one from hurting.

He raised his hands to his head as the display screen flickered in and out before settling on 'ERROR'. What the hell was that? And why was he on his back??

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve caught his shield, then sat up the rest of the way, rubbing at his face. "Tony, that had better be you," he said, sounding not the least bit sorry. It wasn't the usual armor but it would not surprise him to learn Tony was branching out into fashion armor. Maybe this one would kidnap him next.

He was in his usual sleeping attire, so, you know. His underwear.