fandomhigh | Summer Games, Wednesday Morning

Today the park was set up with the normal bleachers for observers, and also thoughtfully provided cheap plastic rain ponchos for people who wished to observe without being in the blast zone. There didn't seem to be a single adult manning any of the food stations, which could explain the choices: heavy on super spicy junk food and no salad to be seen anywhere.

The most noticeable difference from last week, though, was probably the weedy teenager with the, frankly, hilarious haircut wielding the megaphone today. He had a little ponytail and a braid looping down over his right ear. It was a lot of look. "Right!" he yelled. "So I woke up today with this set of instructions next to my bed: apparently I'm in charge of doing paintball today, which sounds surprisgly not-stupid for a school event! We're going to be in two teams, so listen for your name since I don't recognize...most of them."

He shrugged that off. Must be another weird Fandom amnesia day or something. And paintball was way more important than giant gaps in his memory, right? "Okay, this is Team Red: you wear the ugly red jumpsuits over there--" he pointed helpfully, "--and your paintball guns and don't forget your eye protection and blah blah don't poke your eyes out, etc. Team members are: Ahsoka, Verity, Kaidan, Miguel, Paris, Aloy, Vanessa, Peter, Jaylah, Peridot, Tip. Alec, Amaya, Steve, Cara, Seivarden, Tony, Sabine, Jason, Summer, and Theron."

He waited for those team members to get moving. "Okay. Team Blue is: Aphra, Astrid, Rosa, Jaina, Kanan, Eliot, Beaker, Liam, Hannibal, Manfred, Hera, Kathy, Sidon, Magnus, Uma, Cristina, Breq, Bobby, Wade, Reno, and me." He consulted his paper again, then made a face. "Okay, we were supposed to just stay in the park, but that sounds incredibly boring, so I'm going to give us five minutes to make a quick plan with our team and then say that the entire island is fair game for as long as it takes one team to take out the other team."

Complete anniliation. Surely that boded well for his future life choices! "Last man, woman, or--" his eyes drifted to Beaker, confused, "--other...standing wins for their team and gets to take home the--" he squinted at the paper again. "Terrifying fish thing?"

On cue, the fish flew into his hand. Over the past week, it had been modified again: now to smell like pumpkin spice, put off small fireworks and holographic projections of flowers with smiley faces as it flew, and telepathically project "The Song That Never Ends" into the minds of anyone too close to it.

Anakin hated this thing on sight.

"For the first time in my life, I'm considering losing," he said, staring at the fish. "Anyway! Teams, get together and plan! You have five minutes and...go!"

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Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm playing, and yes, I brought the inhaler. You don't need to worry so much, jeez."

"You're lucky you're cute," Tony said with a sigh. "Want me to fix your gun?"

"To do what?" Steve asked warily. "If it goes off early so I have to leave, I'm gonna sock you one, boyfriend or not."

The morning had been...weird.

"Make it better," Tony said with a huff. "Why does everyone think I'm gonna fuck it up? I've been making guns since I was twelve, okay?"

"Language," Steve said automatically. "And you know that's kind of a strange thing to admit to, right?" he added.

Tony rolled his eyes so much at the 'language'. Because of course he did.

"It's not that weird." At least not when you were a Stark. That's what he was telling himself.

Steve went up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, blushing madly. "I don't know anyone else who knows how to."

But then he hadn't met, apparently, half of Fandom.

Sorry, Steve. Everyone here was a nerd.

Tony looked incredibly pleased by the kiss, grinning at him. "Well, you know me and I count double."

"Is that how it works?" Steve said, laughing.

"It so is," Tony said with a shy little grin at that going over so well. And then gave Steve's scrawny shoulder the gentlest little shove.

Steve tipped over a little more than he'd really wanted to, but he grinned at Tony anyway. "So, sleeves around the waist?" he asked. "That's how the jumpsuit works?"

"It looks cool though, right?" He looked like he was doing his best Ripley from Aliens cosplay, honestly.

"Very," Steve said, still kind amazed a kid this smart and good looking was giving him the time of day.

He could never share that he thought Tony was good looking. Never. Tony would never let him live it down.

Yes, despite the whole boyfriend thing.

"We could do that with yours too. Matching set."

"It's not like there isn't enough fabric on this thing," Steve said a little dryly, looking down at the fabric puddling around his ankles.

Tony huffed, eyeing the jumpsuit like he could make it better. "It's punk," he decided. "Get you some combat boots and a nose piercing."

And Howard would have a fucking fit that Tony was even in the same area as Steve.

Steve looked extremely dubious. "Put a hole in my nose?!"

At least older Steve was safe from the fear of piercings with that healing factor of his.

"Yeah, it'd be bitchin'."

"Language," Steve said, frowning.

Tony rolled his eyes on autopilot at that.

"Fine, punk's not your thing," Tony said. "Even if you'd look totally rad if we had the stuff for it."

"My best friend calls me a punk," Steve offered with a grin. "Don't think he knows about the piercings, though..."

"You got the attitude down pat," Tony agreed, tugging on the front of Steve's shirt.

"Thank you?" Steve replied, a little confused.

"Totally a compliment," Tony assured him. "You know. The whole giving the world the middle finger for wanting you to conform thing."

"The world's not big on conforming around me anyway," Steve said.

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