MCA #9, Saturday Morning

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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.

((For...me, but open for anyone who wants to drop by!))

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[weetinypatriots.livejournal.com]

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

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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?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"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."

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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.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

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

[weetinypatriots.livejournal.com]

"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.'

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"How else would you?" Yes, he was eyeing you, Sarah.

[weetinypatriots.livejournal.com]

She pointed at Steve with her bacon as he set down a glass of orange juice beside Tony's plate. He was going to get some proper nutrition into these kids if it killed him. "He said it. Mad science is bad. I didn't ask for this," she pointed out when he set another glass down beside her before sitting down to his coffee and eggs.

"Drink it anyway."