screwyoumarvel | MCA #9, Saturday Morning

MCA #9, Saturday Morning

Steve returned from his morning run to find a blonde teenaged girl sitting at his kitchen table, crunching away at a bowl of cereal. He stopped dead for a moment, then said, "Right. Day after prom." She was quite a bit older than the usual...special guests, though. So that was different. Steve wasn't going to ask. "Sarah?" he guessed.

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Sarah, you just kicked a puppy. KICKED A PUPPY. "They had--other parents!"

Well, maybe it did! "Are you sure they had other parents?" Sarah asked. "Some of us don't, you know." Then she looked vaguely embarrassed at having let that slip, and Steve shot her a concerned look.

"Yes! They were there too." Being awkward about this as well. "I'm never going to prom again."

"That won't help," Steve told him, with the voice of long experience. "They show up regardless. And one year it wasn't even after prom. Now, how do you want your eggs?" he asked, heading for the kitchen and relying on the teenagers to follow him. Sarah, he noted, had washed her bowl and spoon and put them in the drying rack.

"I had coffee." And so had his kids. Because he was an excellent father.

"Coffee isn't breakfast," Sarah pointed out. "He sounds like Mr. Stark," she told Steve.

"...yes, well," Steve said. "But she's right, Tony. How do you want your eggs?" he asked, looking up from digging through the refrigerator. He pointed at Sarah with a package of bacon and said, "And you, too." He knew what his calorie requirements were, and in an adolescent? A bowl of cereal wasn't going to cut it.

Tony cleared his throat at that. "Um. Cooked? I usually have something microwaved."

Sarah rolled her eyes in disbelief--in some ways she was very much a teenager--and told Steve, "Scrambled is fine."

"Okay, so we'll all have scrambled eggs and bacon," Steve said easily. "And you're sure there was someone to make sure your kids got breakfast?" Steve asked Tony.

Tony might want to give extra consideration to his kid with Topher before he made his reply.

"There were donuts there too." Those counted, right?

"Donuts are not a nutritionally balanced breakfast," Sarah informed him.

"...they can be."

"No, they can't."

Bagels were an entirely different story, but then, Sarah was from New York.

"Don't fight, you two," Steve chided as he stirred the eggs in the pan. "Tony, tell me about these kids of yours. How many?" Lots? He bet there were lots.

"Just two," he replied, looking down. "One with Stephanie, and one with Topher."

"Who's Stephanie?" Sarah asked quickly, alarmed. Some people, who were rude and not funny, always insisted she should have been named Stephanie, since 'it's the female version of Steven.'

Steve, meanwhile, was at the stove choking on nothing. "One with Topher?"

"She looked like my mom." Weird. So, so weird. "Stephanie's my girlfriend."

"Yes, but who is she?" Sarah asked. Wait. "Who looks like your mom? Your girlfriend?" That would be okay. Weird, but okay.

Steve came over to set plates in front of both of them, then rested a hand reassuringly on Sarah's shoulder for a moment before going back to get his own. "Mad science is bad, Tony, you shouldn't do it. You kids want juice? Milk?"

"One of my kids." A beat. "Stephanie looking like my mom would be way to weird."

Sarah, you're the worst.

"I didn't do anything! I can't possibly have both kids anyway, so neither are probably real."

Sarah took a bite of her eggs before pointing out, "That doesn't make sense. Parallels aren't an all or nothing thing." Sorry, Tony. "I could totally exist here. Or a version of me." She hoped she didn't, because her childhood had sucked until Steve rescued her, but. She could.

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"I don't want kids," Tony replied firmly. "So I won't have either of them."

"It doesn't always work like that," Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

"Which is why it's so important to use birth control," Steve began, attempting to get a teaching moment in, but Sarah interrupted.

"Sure, when you're having kids the normal way." She said 'normal' like it might also mean 'boring.'

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