Island of IKEA, Wednesday Evening

[tyler_gone]

Tyler walked into the very, very white IKEA atrium and glanced over at Tony to see how he was coping with the whole situation.

"I'm not sure I really believed I'd get you here," he said, halfway to himself, then: "Want meatballs?"

[For that guy.]

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"...black?"

It was green.

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"Point proven," Tyler said sofly. "Let's look at the kitchen stuff."

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"What color is it?" Tony asked, frowning as he looked at the 'map' for where that would be.

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"Huh? It's green," Tyler said. "Not even all that dark a green."

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"Huh." His next guess would have been red. "Maybe I should get a new one."

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"They sell them," Tyler said, and paused to glare at a kid who had bumped into him at full speed. "I love parents who can't watch their brats."

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"You teach them." Tony equated anyone 16 and under with brats.

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"I teach them when they're less sticky and have gone through puberty," Tyler pointed out, for the 50th time or so. He was still scowling.

"...okay, I don't hate this table."

Clearly, it was to be a short-lived pout.

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And it was a semi-decent table...

"It's a box." Tony refused to be swayed by Swedish aesthetic.

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"That's the point," Tyler said. "Do you like that one with the red legs better?"

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Tony was not about to admit he didn't know what color his couch was. "Do you think it would match anything?"

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"I think it's ugly, but ...." Tyler squinted. "Maybe the rug?"

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Tony eyed it for a moment. "If engine grease is cleaned out of it easily, I say yes."

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"I wouldn't try to sneak anything into your house that wouldn't clean up easy." Yes, he would.

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"Because I'm not buying another." Yes he was. "Do they have it in red?"

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"It's kind of a crimsony maroon thing."

Tyler was looking at the rugs in earnest, now. "How do you feel about blue?"

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"Gold?"

There was a pause before.

"Oh god, we're picking out curtains."

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"... oh my God." Tyler looked appropriately horrified. "Do you think there's fic about you doing this?"

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"...in Steve's universe?" It was an important distinction.

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"Sure. Wait, does that make it a yes?"

Sleeping with famous people was weird.

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"Yes." Not that Tony looked much. It was research!

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"What happens in a story like that?"

Tyler shouldn't ask questions he didn't want answers to.

"I mean, fucking and buying curtains isn't really a plot."

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"You'd be surprised what people find entertaining."

There was some fic that involved him and his armor as well, which was... disturbing on so many levels.

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"Yeah." Tyler nudged Tony with his hip. "You're a boring guy to start with."

So, so, so not true.

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"Maxim cover models are dull, you know," Tony replied, smirking as he leaned back against him.