[12th of Rebirth] Moving in...

[legacyofiron]

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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[like_a_gerbil]

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?"