thestarspangledman

[--So, students of Floodholme, here's a probably very familiar sight. Yeah, it's that one kid. The skinny little fiesty guy who's roommates with Tony Stark and Keeper for the Cockerel quidditch team. That kid that looks like he's gonna break in half every time a quaffle flies his way. (But his team still wins, so ...there.)

Anyway, Steve's in the infirmary, looking -- slightly bruised, to say the very least. He's recuperating from a fall off his broomstick from the last quidditch game, courtesy of a bludger smacked his way. He might sound a little hoarse and out of breath, too. But he's got a pile of schoolbooks around him, and is looking very determined.]

Tony? Could you bring me the transfiguration homework, maybe? ...Or, uh. [He pauses to clear his throat a little, with a wince.]

I dunno. If anyone wants to say hello, that's alright, too.

((OOC: Welcome to breach!Steve. He's bitty, a Keeper, prone to getting sick, and the most stubborn sonofabitch you will probably ever meet. He's also best friends with Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes, a decent student, and a pretty friendly guy despite his teeniness.))

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[....... Oh. Well that makes sense.] Shit. No. That... huh. That was today? I had Pepper make a bet on it, too.

[He shrugs] I was working. Dad wants me to reconfigure some tech to blend with the animation spells a bit better.

[Grumble grumble] Like there's something wrong with the tech and not the spells themselves. They're from the fifties.

...Well, uh, maybe you could...tell him that?

You wanna try, be my guest. It's like talking to a brick wall.

[He's diving out of sight for a second, rummaging around with a few mumbled curses before-

Nope, he's not finding the Transfiguration assignment, because that's definitely JARVIS, in the little spider-monkey mechanic body letting out an audible sigh as he ambles forward, a paper clutched in his metal fingers.]

Sir. Must you ruin the hard work Pepper and I have put into maintaining some order?

[Tony's up again, snatching the paper out of his AI's hand with a scowl, but still letting the little bot crawl up onto his shoulder]

Whatever. I'll be up in a minute, Steve. Try to keep from getting into another fight until I'm there?

I'll try. I'm not promising anything.

You never do, and sorry beanpole, but you're a liar. I have never once seen you try and avoid a fight.

[Which, despite his bitchiness, is kind of why he likes you, Rogers.]

Seriously, try not to get a black eye before I get there and I'll... try not to explode the room for a week.

There's only two people here, I'm not going to get a black eye. .....Probably.

Come on, Tony. Leave the poor kid alone.

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