Adolescent Avengers » Places

         Tony can't read the look on Rogers' face, but then again he can never really read the super soldier's expressions. He guesses it doesn't really matter. He's just trying to do something nice, especially as he knows his attitude irks the more reserved Rogers and they'll need to be able to work together, in harmony, if they want to return to their adult bodies.

The sooner I'm myself again, the better, Tony thinks as he flashes a reassuring smile at Rogers. At least he hopes that's the vibe he's giving off, because usually he just exudes cockiness and superiority. He's even ninety-seven percent certain that believe he's made of cockiness, superiority, and narcissism. He knows better though; it is all just one big act, put on for the onlookers and the press and anyone who might even want to get close to him, although Tony doesn't see why anyone would.

He shakes his head slightly, dislodging the thoughts from his mind and focusing once again on the situation at hand. He has to get Rogers out of here. That's the priority at the moment. "We're gonna go do..." Tony thinks for a moment, trying to find something that would be totally uninteresting to babies so that none of the other would follow him and Rogers. "... Important things. Yeah, important things." Not his smoothest moment, but he blames it on the transformation. He turns his back to the rest of the group, pressing the palm of his hand to his forehead. Yeah, that wasn't smooth at all. Still, perhaps none of the others would notice.

He pulls Rogers a little closer to him protectively, making sure that his coat jacket is staying in place over the other boy's small, thin frame and gently pushes him towards the door, walking side by side. He gives one last glance backwards before they cross the threshold to what Tony sees as safety.

         Steve's eyes shift from each Avenger before him, his heart thudding against his now flabby chest, before they fall upon Tony's- whose own eyes are locked on him. He suddenly feels his whole face flush with heat, already anticipating the humiliating scene that's bound to come. Not Tony, anyone but Tony. Steve never seems like the kind of guy who would get embarrassed easily, only the kind of guy who would make a bad situation into a good one, but with Stark around Steve usually found his confidence on the lower side of the scale.

And then he sees the little boy strut over to him, that arrogance from his adult-self never leaving his body, and it makes Steve chuckle quietly. The next thing Tony does actually surprises Steve, the close contact with the man- er, boy- is actually shocking. Had it been any other circumstance, Steve would've probably rolled his eyes and shook off Tony's arm in order to figure out something himself, but this was an entirely different situation.

As the weight of Tony's suit jacket blankets over Steve, he feels a quick wave of emotion flow through him but he casually disregards it and wraps the suit tightly around him. "Thanks," he mutters to Tony, averting eye contact and instead watching his own pudgy fingers grip the suit. He'd love nothing more than to go get changed but doing so would just bring about attention to himself so he stays put and manages to look up at the rest of the group, his ears perked for any further discussions about their given situation.