fandomhigh | Dealing With Jerks. Still. (Thursday, July 14, 2016)

Steve was having a hard time not staring at his co-teacher today. Not that Tony Stark wasn't normally a commanding presence, easily able to take up all the air in the room...he just normally wasn't such a pony.

Pony Stark.

Steve cracked himself up.

And Tony was trying his level best to keep from acknowledging any of the bullshit happening right now. Which was difficult because he was a pony in red and gold armor. With a goatee. Yep. "So, things are weird right now. We've noticed that," he said, really wishing he had thumbs to clutch a coffee cup like a shield. "Obviously. But you're still in class, so try to remain focused."

Steve.

"And if you don't have fingers right now, don't worry about taking notes," Steve said. "Today we're going to talk about the correct way to handle co-workers who don't seem to have a good sense of what's appropriate to share at the office."

"Such as photos of their children," Tony said, looking super sullen as he used his magical--you heard that right--magical unicorn horn to bring up an image of a generic Facebook feed. God, he wanted Extremis back. And to not be a pony anymore. That too. "Or how well their second cousin is doing at college."

"Or the 'hit amen if you love Jesus' chain letters," Steve said, making a little face. "Not workplace appropriate."

There was a completely normal tail flick of annoyance at that. Which Tony could in no way control, oh god why. "Chain letters never die," he said darkly. "But, okay. Let's see how well you kids can shut down these kinds of 'conversations' and we can all hope next week is normal."

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Pony Stark was indeed there. But he was surly about it if you noticing the tail flicking and the periodic instances of ears going back.

This was totally the worst thing he'd ever turned into. That was including 'stripper robot' too.

"Suppose I shouldn't make a bad day worse by telling you the baristas at the coffee place turned into weird spotted animals," Steve offered.

"Did you at least get coffee from her?" Tony asked. Because that would have helped a little bit.

"Not sure it was a her," Steve hedged.

"...a pony doesn't sound so bad anymore."

"Also it had polka dots. A lot of them."

Alot of them, actually.

"If you end up as a creature covered in a lot of polka dots, I will do my best to reverse it," Tony promised. Nicely. "You have my word."

"I appreciate it," Steve said. "So JARVIS is talking to you again, then?"

"Of course he is."

After an hour of sweet talking and coding him a new redundancy program to prevent that from happening again.

"I didn't even know I could do that."

"Well, we learned a lot of things about ourselves this weekend," Steve said, blushing hard.

Tony cleared his throat, so glad to be a pony because ponies couldn't blush. They could, however, shuffle awkwardly and obviously. Because hooves made a lot of noise. "Yes. Neither of us are strippers. Youthful indiscretions aside."

"I am absolutely not asking," Steve decided.

"That is the best option," Tony agreed readily. "Smart choice."

He cleared his throat again, shuffling a little more.

"I think I still owe you a birthday gift. When I'm no longer a pony."

Or dealing with mourning a different version of him. La, la, la.

"You really don't need to," Steve said. "I got to see fireworks on the President's lawn. It was something."

While stuffed into dress blues and paraded like a show horse, but fireworks?

"Nope, it's already done. I just need to finish a few things on it." He will shove a gift at you, so help him.

"...what kind of things?" Steve asked.

"Finishing up some of the coding on the AI." He looked way too excited about it. Well. As much as one could tell from a pony.

"You're getting me something with AI?" Steve asked.

"I built you something with an AI. A rudimentary one." Which was better somehow. Seriously, Steve. Just be glad he couldn't build you a patriotic suit of armor.

He could build himself one and wear it just to be annoying! Wait, wrong Tony.

Steve blushed. "You didn't have to."

Really, that armor raised so many questions about how Tony knew to make something so amazingly 90s. Damn time fog.

"Of course I did," Tony said I'm the same way you'd say 'duh'. "It was your birthday."

Steve's blush increased. "It's not that big a deal."

"It's your birthday." And Tony was a giver. It was his thing. "If you don't end up liking it, you can... I don't know. Shove it in a closet and I'll buy breakfast for the morning run instead."

"I'm sure I'll love it," Steve said.

He didn't have a lot to compare it against, let's be honest.

Tony beamed at that. "After I have thumbs again," he said, holding up a hoof.

Ugh.

Dealing With Jerks. Still. (Thursday, July 14, 2016)

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