A Street in Town, Friday Afternoon

[screwyoumarvel]

So the entire town was going to hell in a handbasket, which meant it was business as usual for Steve. Suit up, grab the shield, head out and make sure no one got eaten by a teal deer. Or an alot. The alots honestly had him a lot more worried.

The mutated townspeople and students, though, had him most worried of all. That could not be good.

((For that one guy.))

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I already ran diagnostics with the suit," he said, rubbing his forehead. "It's a genetic level change. It's not going back."

[screwyoumarvel]

Because the suit was the be-all and end-all of testing. Also, Tony was so new at this to assume that 'genetic-level' meant 'permanent.' "We don't know that," Steve said. "I would really like you to not be crazy again, if it's all the same to you."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

UM, THE SUIT TOTALLY WAS.

"I'm not crazy!" He was just going crazy!

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve was going to break this to him as gently as possible. "You kind of are."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...nuh uh."

[screwyoumarvel]

Crazy people never thought they were crazy. "We're just going to go to the clinic now," Steve said, reaching toward Tony.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Do I have to?" Teenage monsters. Word.

[screwyoumarvel]

Some things never changed. "Yes. You really do."