Don’t Take My Stuff

by illfindmyway

Summary:

 Tony hates it when you mess with his stuff.

Notes:

Spoilers: none

Warnings:  None (other than Tony, I always warn for Tony Stark). 

Disclaimer: *I make no money from this and I mean no disrespect or harm. I'm also sure that I am not damaging profits for those who do own the rights*

I can’t say it enough, shanachie_quill is awesome.

“Don’t take my stuff,” Tony growled.

“Seriously? You let Banner have his own lab but it’s not okay if I take a piece of pizza?” Clint’s expression was one of disbelief.

“I built Banner his own lab. You’re taking my pizza,” Tony argued. “If you had wanted a pizza…” Tony was going to say more, but Clint interrupted him.

“What? You would’ve bought me one, too?”

“No, I would’ve told you to order your own.”

Clint rolled his eyes, but put the slice down and left the room. Tony didn’t find out until later that Clint had asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to order enough pizza for a college keg party on Tony’s tab.

“Point to you, Master Archer,” Tony smiled as he spoke to no one in particular. “Point to you.”

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“That’s mine,” Tony grumped when Coulson fingered a shield that Tony was developing to work into the next version of the Iron Man suit.

“It looks an awful lot like Cap’s,” Coulson said, picking it up examining it and testing its weight. “Feels an awful lot like Cap’s,” he added.

“Yes, well, it may have been inspired by his, but it isn’t. It’s mine.”

“You sound like a child,” Coulson said, but he put the prototype down.

Tony took the shield from where the other man had placed it and studied his work so far. It would eventually work much like a boomerang as well as a shield and would, he admitted, work a lot like Steve’s. There would, of course, be improvements. It would be Tony’s after all.

“Don’t you have some orders to follow?”

“Yes,” Coulson said, though he didn’t elaborate. Or move.

“Then why aren’t you doing them?” Tony asked.

“Who says I’m not?”

Tony relented. He was too busy to argue. “Just stay out of my way while I work. And watch out if you don’t want to get hit by a fire extinguishing robot or zapped when I start welding this with energy from the arc reactor.”

Coulson stepped back and Tony went about ignoring the agent while he worked.

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“That’s mine,” Tony warned when Maria started scrolling through a tablet she’d found setting on the kitchen island.

“These are some very interesting plans you have here, Mr. Stark. When do you think you’ll start working on these? I think Fury would be very interested.”

“He can’t have them. They’re mine,” Tony said.

Maria rolled her eyes, set down the tablet, and popped him on the head. “You really are an only child,” she announced before walking away.

“Just be glad my parents didn’t have two of me!” he shouted after her, but she waved him off without looking back.

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“Don’t mess with my stuff,” Tony said when he found Natasha examining the new set of miniature targeting rockets that he could launch from the shoulders of his suit.

“I want something like this,” Natasha said. “I’d like to have them on one of my wristbands.”

“I can make you some,” he answered. “Ones designed to work with your suit. I think I could improve your Widow’s Bite as well, give them a little more… teeth.”

Natasha grinned. “That would be fantastic,” she told him, before she left the room so quietly he wouldn’t have known she’d gone had he not been watching.

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“That is mine,” Tony said, smiling as he walked in on Pepper and Steve embracing.

Pepper took Steve’s hand and she walked over to Tony. She kissed Tony soundly before scolding him, “You really need to learn how to share.”