. . . “UGH!!! FRIDAY, TELL LOKI HE IS CANCELLED. AND UNINVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!”

“FRIDAY, tell Loki I am moving out!”

“FRIDAY, tell Loki you’re practically a part of me at this point so that’s not happening!” It was true, thanks to the new arc reactor. “Tell him he can keep Dum-E!”

"Wha—" Grrr!! "FRIDAY, tell him he can give it to /me/ if someone's gonna get it anyway, dammit!" Beat. "See if I get /you/ anything on /your/ birthday now!" Yeah, right.

...Oh, there shall be payback, mind you!! He squints, arms crossed across his chest. “How do I know you even /have/ a gift in the first place, huh?”

Eye roll, but because his lip twitches, he has no choice but to pull Loki towards him and kiss the hell out of the Prince so he wont see Tony smile. And he pulls back. “Alright, now gimme—!” C H I L D.

Despite the misery that surrounds getting old, the sight excites him; /warms/ him. His gaze flicks between the other and the box in his hand, and Tony carefully pulls the ribbon open. “Really went above and beyond, didnt you?” He murmurs, a nervous chuckle escaping as he opens.

Wolf whistles.

Clears his throat. Please dont say something dumb like: You’re causing global warming ‘cause you’re hella hot. He is thinking it though. “We have showers, you know. Excellent water pressure!”

Makes a mental note to reprogram FRIDAY so she’ll minorly electrocute him if he’s about to say something d u m b. “Um—yeah, the best, actually. Something about the, um, gravily—“ He could feel MIT hang its head in shame. Clears throat. “You’re sweating on my—marble, Agent.”

He has done his part to save a life today.

That was clearly not what Tony had been expecting. His brows raise with surprise. “You do remember I am your /Boss/ while you’re here, right?” From the sound of it, Tony was actually trying to remind himself of it. You know, for moral reasons. For HR reasons.

That’s... fair. Come to think of it, he didnt even know if they had an HR. Fury was their HR. /Yikes/. He’s absently following the now partially-naked Brit in his trajectory. “/And/—God, you’re making things /really/ hard for me.” Take it as you may!

The door. Yes, that’s finally where the Billionaire comes to a stop, barely a foot from the other. Eggsy was /endearingly infuriating/. Tony huffs, mock-glaring at the other. “And who’s to blame for that?”

One more step and the ‘Boss’ is in Eggy’s space. How Tony was keeping his hands to himself was a mystery for God herself. He regrets it, though, for the proximity was no good for his upstairs brain. “Rhymes with ‘Jet ski’, big ass, smart mouth, funky accent. Ring a bell?”

He couldnt hold back the twitch of his lip at the last bit, palms /practically/ sweating with the urge to /touch/. “You’re not too far from the mark, actually. Does play rather hard to get, though. Never really know if he’s just playing, or, you know...”