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Steve looked...concerned when the students arrived today. Between the extremely worrisome message from Tony on Saturday and the fact that he couldn't get in touch with Bucky...of course, in the latter case, it was possible he was in outer space or had dropped his phone off a glacier or had it destroyed by a robot or something, so he refused to panic just yet. But the Tony situation was definitely cause for panic and might have had him shooting looks toward his TA periodically ~~if he was there~~ just to make sure he was still there.

"Okay," he said, "The supplies still haven't arrived, and I haven't had time--" or the inclination "--to come up with an alternate activity, I'm sorry, so this week you can work on a previous project if you'd like to, or a new project in one of the mediums and styles we've explored this semester. So...get to work on that." Real inspirational there, Steve. "And once again I would like to remind everyone not to do anything stupid in these uncertain times." Tony. "And Mr. Stark, please see me after class."

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Who is frowning at his phone and poking at the buttons hard enough he might break the thing soon.

Because he was still Tony Stark, sleep deprivation or no sleep deprivation, he had to give Steve a disappointed look for the damage being done to that poor, innocent phone.

Feel the power of his disapproval, Steve.

Steve could feel his disapproval. It felt oddly reassuring. Something normal, finally. "I got a phone call yesterday," he said to Tony. "About some information that might have been sent to your--to Stark Industries?"

"From--" Tony made a face and shrugged like it was no thang. "--old me."

HE WAS SO OLD.

"He's not old, you're--you know what, never mind. Can you do anything with it?"

He had facial hair. And was a dick.

"It was pretty much what I was doing with my equipment back home," Tony replied. "Which isn't weird at all. But all it did was show us how fast his world is just ceasing to exist."

You'd have facial hair one day, too, Tony. Steve knew it because of how you were Tony Stark.

Steve winced a little at that last. "There has to be something you can do with it." Tony had told him not to let them do anything stupid with it. Not finding it very useful probably counted.

"I'm looking into it," Tony said, rubbing his eyes. "But nothing about it makes sense. There's no logic to it, no math to back up what goes and what stays..."

"You're Tony Stark. You'll figure something out." Steve sounded quite sure of that.

"Really?" He might hug you, Steve. God damn it.

"Really," Steve told him. "I believe in you." Or at least your brain, if not your decision-making skills.

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It was as though he didn't need caffeine!

...except that he did. So, a coffee run was going to happen as soon as he left.

"I'll let you know if I come up with something."

"Good." Steve brought one hand up in order to clap Tony warmly on the shoulder. "Keep me posted." That way he could be sure you at least still existed.

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