aaaaa stevetony and jury duty au??? idk they meet and it’s Gay At First Sight?
Pep, come on, there’s gotta be something you can do to get me outta here
Pepper. Virginia. Ms. Potts. If I admit I’d be lost without you would you call me and stage an emergency?
Okay, I know it sounds like a lie but I think the person next to me is losing it. He keeps laughing into his phone at nothing.
Be nice, Tony! And it’s your civic duty, even being Tony Stark can’t get you out of this one.
He just laughed again. I gotta get out of here. Or relocate. Something. It’s unfortunate because he’s Really Hot. Anyway, after this, we’re establishing the Jury Duty Protocol. I’ll start working on it if I ever get out of here…
Tony sends the last text and sets his phone down on his lap, face down, to stop himself torturing Pepper any further. He hazards another sideways glance, only to find the blond guy next to him looking back this time, smile still at his lips. God, what was he looking at? No one looks that happy in a jury waiting room.
Tony shoots him an awkward little smile of his own, fidgets with his phone, and flips it back over with a sigh.
“Hopefully it’s not too much longer,” the blond says conversationally. “You seem pretty…busy,” he says, glancing down at Tony’s phone.
Tony frowns. Seriously, who was this guy?
“Yeah, well, so do you,” Tony says with a huff and a roll of his eyes. At least I don’t look deranged, he doesn’t say.
“Oh, no. Just being what my roommate likes to calls a helicopter parent,” the man says almost sheepishly. He holds out his phone a little, like he’s inviting Tony to take a look.
He gives in, peering over.
Oh.
On the screen is a very small, very fluffy… puppy. Suddenly the laughing and smiling didn’t seem so outlandish. The puppy is, obviously, adorable, and seems more than happy to entertain himself rolling back and forth with a toy between his too-big paws.
Blondie grins at Tony, a proud parent through and through, and says, “That’s Dodger. I just got him. Oh, and I’m Steve. Rogers. Sorry, feels weird introducing my dog and not myself.” Another sheepish grin, and Tony wonders how he thought anything negative about this man, ever. He’s like an overgrown puppy himself, Tony muses.
“Tony Stark,” he says. “He’s adorable,” he says, nodding to Steve Rogers’ phone. “I’d totally have one of those cameras, too, if I had a pet. I’d never get anything done again, though, and my assistant would probably kill me. More than she already wants to,” Tony adds with a smirk.
“No more than my roommate, I’m sure. We’re seeing how Dodger does out of the crate on his own, and we’ve had several, uh, casualties along the way. Usually shoes that don’t belong to me. Hence…” Steve holds up his phone.
“Helicopter dad,” Tony finishes for him.
“Something like that,” Steve replies with a laugh. Then they’re both smiling like maniacs, and Tony’s fumbles with his phone again, just for something to do that didn’t involve drowning in a stranger’s bottomless blue eyes.
Pep. Pepper. This is not a drill. Hot guy has an adorable dog. He’s not crazy, and I think I love him. Oh god. Maybe I’m crazy… Help. SOS. What do I do?
Talk to him! Not me! Goodbye, Tony. Good luck ;)
Tony turns back to Steve, who holds his phone out again. “Dogs make for a good distraction from waiting, if nothing else, if you want to…” He still sounds friendly, but there’s a hint of uncertainty there, too, so Tony quickly scoots up a bit in his seat, nodding.
“The perfect distraction,” Tony agrees. He’s still smiling up at Steve Rogers when he says it.
eeeeeeeeee! too cute! 🥰🥰🥰
