eswareinmal | [12th of Rebirth] Moving in...

Characters: Tony and Steve
Open?: If you want to deal with Tony's irritation of being in his own personal hell? But hey, at least Steve is there?
Where: In Schwanheim, moving supplies in to the home he plans to do his blacksmithing in (he might even do something for you... if you're nice).
When: 12th of Rebirth (he'll be hiding from those girls asking him to cure their virginity thanks).
What: Tony doesn't want to live in the castle and he wants to be reclusive and do his work in his own space (while sharing with Steve). Now to just move in and get it all set up.
Warnings: None.

Tony had gone through Schwanheim twice looking for the right place. Finally he settled on what he could call a hut near the craftsman area. The idea of living in the castle, near the castle, or any such thing wasn't high on his list. Until he got something to fight with going on, he wasn't even sure you could classify him as a hero. Which... really made him miss his suit that much more. But he'd worry about that later.

After much digging through ores and metals in the marketplace as well as through some searching out of the castle, he's slowly classified iron, steel and other alloys he could come up with in this place. And Steve needed armor that wasn't so... embarrassing looking. That was a high priority even if he didn't bring it up to anyone. The only good thing about being a prince was the money. Which he used to establish the relatively sizable hut and turn it into a home slash workspace.

Bringing in the last of his tool purchases into the room he would very soon be turning into his own work space, he turned to look outside just to be sure the locals didn't follow him here. In the past he wouldn't have minded the girls coming after him... but this? This was a whole new ball game.

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Steve had watched Tony's attempts at finding the perfect place with amusement, dutifully following along and using their explorations to get a better idea of the layout of Schwanheim. Old habits died hard and just because things seemed quiet now, didn't mean they'd stay that way.

Mostly, his help had consisted of following along and trying not to laugh as they dodged the very enthusiastic locals. Sometimes he expected to find himself in the tights again and being shoved on stage. He stood back as Tony set down his tools, figuring that touching them would have been the same as Bucky trying to rearrange his art supplies, something that had never gone over well. "What do you need me to do to help?"

Tony was a firm believer in Murphy's Law. If it can fuck up, it will. But he just reminded himself he was a genius and he could figure it out when it happened. Wrong or right, he was just trying to focus on the moment so he didn't have a breakdown about being in the middle of a world with no wi-fi. Keeping busy was his best bet.

So when Steve asked that question while he was sorting through tools, he glanced up and shook his head. "I think I've got it all for now." Pausing a moment he looked to the door that led into the living area. "Do they even sell beds or furniture? Because we should look into that... I don't know about you, but I can't get excited about sleeping on dirt all the time. Not that I can't..." But he wasn't getting any younger... sadly.

It might surprise Tony, but Steve was also a believer in that particular natural law, even if he would phrase that thought differently. He would've protested their new home if there had been anything about it that caused his instincts to warn him that something was off. But it was defensible - or as defensible as possible when Steve had no idea what could actually come after them - it didn't set off any of his instincts that it wasn't safe, and it had enough space to keep them from driving each other crazy.

The rest they could work out eventually.

He fought back a smile at Tony's question about furniture, ducking his head so that his friend wouldn't notice his expression. "You can buy almost anything if you know where to look." The statement would have sounded cynical if there wasn't a hint of wry laughter accompanying the words. "You just need to know where to look. I've seen a couple of places where we could buy something. Just depends on how fancy you want it to be."

"Is that so?" Smirking a little at Steve's response, he was entirely amused by the blonde being the always level headed one. Hopping up to sit on the edge of the work table he'd gotten, he picked up a tool he'd gotten as well. Checking it over, he listened to Steve with more attention than he appeared to.

Finally lifting his head, he grinned at him lightly. "Well then, I think we know who will be leading the next trip into the market district." Setting the tool down, he turned his head at soft clinking at the window only to spot the little flock of songbirds pressed up against the glass. For some reason... he had the urge to just open the damn thing and let them in.

"So... make it a date? We can check out the food too and start figuring out how that's going to work without refrigerators." He didn't look back at Steve. Mainly because he caught the date in his words and was trying not to flush at the slip in his words.

He knew that Tony was listening, even if it seemed like his attention was elsewhere. It was no different than how he was mentally making lists of everything they needed. When he hears the faint tapping at the glass, he moves to the window, watching the sad-looking songbirds for a few seconds before opening the window. He wasn't quite sure why they followed Tony around, but they always seemed miserable if they couldn't be near him.

They couldn't cause too much trouble, right?

"We can go whenever you have time. I've just been doing research and training. Nothing that can't wait." He laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. If Tony had meant more than simply a meeting when he said 'date,' Steve is oblivious. "I know how to deal with not having a fridge. Maybe we can set up an icebox or something."

Watching the little feathered masses fly in, he noted where they landed and in what aspect of his things they could possibly defecate on. When he eyed a few into shifting to a new perch, he looked back at Steve and lifted a brow. Leave it to Captain America to let the pour little pouting animals into the house. Part of him was certain they were following the wrong person around.

"I always have time for you." Grinning up at Steve, he looked back at his shoulder when a bird landed there. He narrowed his eyes at it in scrutiny before muttering something about mites and other pests before looking back at Steve. "So? You're my latest expert on how to survive the dark ages? Glad to know..."

Pushing off the table, he didn't bother running the bird off and it just moved with the gravity of his motions. "I could probably come up with some sort of concoction... but what would make the ice to begin with?"

Watching the birds, Steve tried not to laugh as they all swooped into the shop, overjoyed to be indoors, barely holding back a chuckle over the staring contest between Tony and one of the braver songbirds.

"'M not that old, Tony." No, he wasn't going to laugh at the little bird that was hitching a ride on Tony. Nope. "Just had to live in rougher conditions than a lot of people have."

Glancing out the window, he considered the time of year, or what it probably corresponded to on Earth. "The cold weather's probably not over yet so we could get ice that way. Put it away for later in the year."

"You are so not laughing at me." He pointed at Steve in a joking manner that was supposed to be a threat. But really, even he knew how comical he must look with a bundle of blue feathers snuggling into his neck. Seriously... when did animals start liking him?

"Good thing you aren't. Then breaking you into the twenty-first century really would be more breaking than getting used to." Smirking a little, he started to arrange things into their spots with as much OCD as he allowed when he knew he'd make a mess later anyway.

Glancing at the man quietly, a small smile tugged at his lips. "I get this notion that as much of a genius as I am... I'd be more than a little lost without you." Which... was a major compliment coming from Tony Stark. "We'll have to see if we can store it if we can."

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