MCA #9, Tuesday Evening

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Steve was settling in for a pleasant evening with his jazz records and his paints. He'd gotten a concerning text from Tony a few days ago, but enough time had passed without any kind of drunken overdramatic followup that he thought they might be in the clear for the time being.

Ha.

((For that guy.))

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

If by follow up, he meant a recently graduated Tony Stark bearing coffee. So, that meant you had to feed him, Steve.

Deal with his logic.

He knocked on the door with his foot. Okay, it was more like kicking it. "Mr. Rogers. You there? I have coffee."

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Of course he had coffee.

Steve looked at the half-finished landscape that was going to have to wait a little longer and sighed. "Just a minute, Tony!"

A few moments later, he opened the door. "Come in," he said, stepping to the side. "What's going on?" Might as well jump right in.

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"I need employment," Tony replied, offering one of the cups over.

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Steve took the coffee and said, "If this is a bribe, you're too late, I already submitted the paperwork for you to be my TA."

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"No, a bribe would be promising not to do something stupid like jump off a skyscraper in a prototype." Which he wouldn't do. Maybe. "They sold my company."

They being the dumbest board of directors ever.

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"Who sold your company?" Steve asked, because he couldn't read the narrative.

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"The board of directors."

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"Don't you have a majority share?" Steve asked. "Your guardian approved the sale?" Ouch.

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"Oh no, she didn't. And we're fighting it," Tony assured him. "But for now, I am broke and unemployed."

A beat.

"To Justin Hammer. How is this my life? It's like being beat by the slow kid on the playground."

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"How are you broke?" Steve asked, even more confused. "If they sold the company you should be getting your share of the sale price, and surely you have a trust fund."

Steve, stop trying to make it make any sense.

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"Apparently it was all tied up in the company and I didn't own it until graduation or some other crap," Tony muttered before downing half his coffee and tossing down backpack on the nearest couch. "Mrs. Rhodes is working on it, but Justin apparently has all the lawyers in the world on his side."

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Really? Steve would have thought at least half of them would have been chomping at the bit to this case, considering none of it sounded even the tiniest bit legal. And he wasn't even a business type.

"So you need a job...so you can pay your lawyers?" he guessed.

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If it helped, Mrs. Rhodes was the only one he trusted. Though he heard good things about that one blind lawyer guy...

"No, I need a job to pay for college and maintain the suits." So there! "Until we get everything that belongs to me back. Plus side, I have options for work."

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Stay away from Matt Murdock, Tony. You'd probably catch something.

Sigh. The suits. "Well, I'm not exactly hiring...not for jobs that pay, anyway. Wait, what about Stark Industries on the island? Who owns that?"

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"I do. Jarvis kept them connecting it to the one back home," Tony replied, digging out pamphlets from various companies who had already approached him. The top of the pile was Roxxon Energy Corporation. "It's not exactly turning a profit, though."

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Steve considered the pamphlets for a moment before saying slowly, "Well, I guess...where do you want to work?" Please don't say big oil.

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"Well, I was thinking you could help steer me in the right direction."

He fanned them out, revealing on for Oscorp, Shaw Industries, Rand-Meachum, Inc., Future Foundation, and AIM.

The last one was Tony thinking he was funny.

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Oh, it could be worse than Big Oil.

Steve was just going to...delicately pick the pamphlets for Oscorp, Shaw Industries, and AIM out of the pile. "Okay, well...how about...not these?"

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"Aww, but Shaw invited me to his private club to sweeten the deal," Tony joked. Because yeah, he so wanted to go clubbing with a creeper.

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"I don't think that's a club you would want to go to," Steve said carefully.

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But he could grow a creepy pornstache for it, Steve!

"Which leaves Reed Richards' think tank and Danny Rand's company. Did you know I just barely missed meeting him in Tibet?" So unfair.