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Stiles nodded slowly. “Yeah… I uh… I think that might make me feel a bit better,” he answered quietly. “Scott’s already half in love with this new kid… has him on the lacrosse team, got him doing afternoon stuff with the rest of the pack. No one’s gonna believe me if I say anything against him, you know?” He pulled back and glanced up at Derek slowly. “You and Peter are the only ones who actually take me seriously anymore.”
Derek nodded, leaning to kiss Stiles’ forehead. “I’ll take you to school in the morning if you want to stay here for the night? I know Peter isn’t back for a few days, but there’s always room in the bed.” he offered, not wanting Stiles to have to go though what he was feeling alone. “While Scott may brush that off as you being our mate, it’s only a part of it. Peter and I listen because your magic is never wrong. Your natural instincts paired with the level of magic that’s been dormant in your family for so long makes what you say relevant. Scott is still new to the world, so he doesn’t understand it like he seems to think he does.” His voice was bitter. Ever since the incident in Mexico, since Derek and Peter had helped Stiles recover from his issues post-nogitsune, Scott had started pulling away, and it pissed him off to see Scott do that to the one person he’d always had. “Just say the word and I’ll kick Scott’s ass for being such a horrible person lately.”
“Is that a challenge…?” Ruby waved her hand, silently asking for a name from him. Crimson lips curls into a cheeky grin, eyes closing as she took a deep breath in. To anyone else it would appear as though she was enjoying the fresh air, the truth was she was taking in his scent. Ruby had a keen nose, it was the wolf in her, and her wolf was usually pretty good at picking out how they liked their drinks. With a hum her eyes opened once more. “I’m getting dark chocolate, rich and slightly bitter, with a hint of chili. You also seem like you’d prefer cherry but usually end up ordering the apple pie.”
“Bucky,” the brunette replied. Bucky was doing better around people, but on days like today, he couldn’t really handle the crowds and loud noise, so he’d gone for a walk in the park, and then headed home when he spotted the cafe and decided he could handle people if it meant a warm meal. He arched a brow at her guess, the closest he came to being impressed. “The question is if you can beat Steve’s.” he grinned, ignoring the pie comment. It had been a while since he let himself have any kind of pie, but he was slowly returning to some state of normal.Â
Steve watched him for a moment before he finally gave in and nodded slowly. “I… have some things where I”ve been staying. I’d like to get them before… we got to your place.” He pulled out his wallet to settle his tab so they could go.
Bucky nodded as Steve agreed. “We can swing by and pick your things up. I do have an apartment away from the tower where I usually stay, so we’ll go there until you think you’re ready to try the tower.”
“Not an intern.” Lucas snapped back, rolling his eyes as he made himself comfortable on the chair, feet flying up to rest on the table top just to irritate Stark. A small measure of rebellion for the insult. “Lucas Wolenczak, resident Tech Support for the Seaquest.” Seaquest was the military’s pride and joy, a self-sustaining submarine that could neutralize militant threats but was mostly designed as a scientific research vessel. “You got your first degree from MIT when you were sixteen right? I’m working on my third.” His mouth twisted into a smug smirk, leaning back in the chair while he stared at Tony.
Tony rolled his yes. “So telling me your credentials is supposed to…what? Get you on my good side?” he asked, pausing to smack the kid’s feet off his desk. “And you’ll respect my workshop or you can go back to your little seapod. SHIELD isn’t paying me enough to babysit.” he said sharply.Â
“It’s a hoodie, Tony. Don’t rich boys wear hoodies?”
“But my hair.”
“Your hair will survive but if you get another cold and snot our dorm room up I will put you up for adoption.”
“Rhodey! You wouldn’t!”
“You know damn well I would, put the damn hoodie on.”
“….can I have one in each color?”
“Oh for fucks sake…”
{twenty years later}
“TONY! There isn’t even a pocket anymore! The hood is hanging on by a thread! You can’t even tell the original color!”
“IT WAS PURPLE AND RHODEY BOUGHT IT FOR ME AND SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU THROW AWAY MY RHODEY HOODIE I WILL FIRE YOU PEPPER I SWEAR I WILL”
{later that same day}
“Pepper, you can’t just throw out his hoodie. You have to put it in the wash, and put a new one in the dryer so he thinks it’s just extra clean.”
“Colonel Rhodes, Are you telling me that you’ve been replacing Tonys hoodies with the exact same one for twenty years?”
“Every three years like clockwork.”
“You know what? I give up. You guys deserve each other.”
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