“Anyway, I should probably do introductions, huh?” Mr Stark muses. “Captain Steve Rogers, Sergeant Bucky Barnes, I’d like you to meet Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes, affectionately known as Rhodey or honeybear, but only I can call him honeybear, understood?” he says, sternly.
“Because,” Mr Stark shrugs. “I thought it would be funny; you both got this little twitch in your jaw whenever you called me Mr Stark. I recognise it: it’s called a fundamental disdain for anything to do with authority. It’s okay, you’re in good company here,” he says, cheerfully.
he boy scowls. “I don’t believe you. You’re the smartest person ever,” he says, defiantly. He falters. “Except for my aunt and uncle, but they’re a different kind of smart. You’re sciency-smart.” Tony grins, brightly. “Thanks, kid.” “You didn’t answer my question. Is DUM-E here?” Tony sighs. “Sorry, kid. He’s back at home. I don’t like letting him go anywhere without me. He’s sort of a troublemaker.” The boy makes a shocked sound. “Is he really?” “Oh, yeah, puts motor oil in my smoothie, throws my screws all over the workshop.” The boy giggles. “That’s funny.” “Yeah, he’s a real riot,” Tony says, dryly.
“Fine, if we must,” Tony says, dramatically. “We can leave.” Bucky snorts. “It’s good you’re thinking so logically, boss.” Tony shrugs. “What can I say? I’m a wealthy depository of good ideas.” Steve opens his mouth to argue, but a quick glare from Bucky shuts him up real quick, much to Tony’s amusement. He bets his deeper-than-seven-circles-of-hell wallet that Steve Roger’s middle name is fight me, and he loves proving it.
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