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"Not.  My.  Problem."  He's been raging over the finer points of his Jaeger Academy graduation dispatch for the last three hours.  "Do you not know who I am?  Do you not know the contributions I've made to the PPDC?  How about the genius I've lent to the program?  To the pons devices?  To the Jaeger control cores?  The drivesuits?  I do not--  Listen.  Marshall.  I should get a damned say in who you stick me with."

"That's not how it works, Ranger," the calm man tells the somewhat older gentleman sitting across from him.  Stark is a genius.  No one can or will ever doubt that.  He went through a year's worth of training and breaking and mental and physical exhaustion in the span of three months time.  It's...unheard of.  It's completely unheard of.

There's just one trouble.

Stark isn't Drift Compatible with anyone.  Well, with almost anyone.  Somehow, getting a neural bridge to the brain of his dad's science project isn't really high on the to-do list.  "Let me try the Kwoon room again.  Find someone else not in the Academy.  Just not him.  Yanno, I think you're trying to punish me!"

The Marshall sighs.  Director Fury had warned him about Stark.  He just hadn't listened.

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"There's nothing to joke about when it comes to women in knee boots," Tony says out loud before the simulated movement stops on the projection screen in front of them and he realizes that there's blood dripping from his nose, as seen from Steve's point of view. He'd not meant to take over. Not meant to bully his way into the thought patterns of the conn-pod and exert himself. The lights power down and Tony pulls his armored hand to his face and looks down at the smear of red across the white tips of his fingers.

Shit. I told you. I don't play well with others. He's trying to be cute. It's not working. Fury's barking orders over the communicators again but Tony ignores him.

His eyes lock with Steve's. They're partners. Shit is happening and if his dream is going to come true, he's going to have to work with the guy that thought his dad was hot.

Whoops. Yeah, sorry, he's figured that out. Stream of consciousness, Steve, is no longer your own.

He reaches across towards the blond with his hand. "Try again." Left foot right foot. Help him out, Captain.

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"Point is, there's a time and a place for your fantasies. Here isn't either one," he points out.

It isn't working, no. Steve is serious, too serious for his own good sometimes, and playing cute only irritates him. They're trying to save lives here and Tony is pretty much messing around. Steve's definition of it anyway.

You have to trust me. I suffered through naked women and the spiciest food I've ever eaten to prove I trusted you.

Oh good, the cat's out of the bag. He's pretty sure he's never going to hear the end of it now. And yeah, Howard had been good looking and ridiculously smart. Like father, like son, except Steve isn't thinking about it right now. He's focused on their training. He's always been good about setting things aside.

Blue eyes meet Tony's, steady and serious, he's doing this for the other man as much as he is for all those people that need him. It's a different kind with his Drift partner. Tony doesn't need protected. He needs supported.

"Alright, load it again," he tells Fury. Steve nods to Tony as it boots up again and he's not hesitant. He takes the reigns on his side of things.

It's not as smooth as it could be but Steve is trying to keep them balanced, rising to Tony's movements and trying to match the exertion.

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"No, I'm still doing it." He doesn't care if Steve and his dad went around Europe sucking cock. He's often told his dad to dine on a bag of dicks when he was younger and more apt to be disgusting and and sexual with his insults. Right now, all he's focusing on in his mind's inability to stay out of what Steve's doing.

There's a reason pilots have a joined headspace in between them. The problem is that Tony's too smart for his own good. He doesn't need Steve building walls. He just needs to learn that he's not a leader. They do this together. Steve has to know that Tony's never been able to do that successfully. Not ever. Well, maybe one drunken night in Switzerland.

But he's forgotten all about that, incidentally.

The program runs for the third time and with this go, their virtual Jaeger actually makes it out into the simulated water. Tony's extatic. It's like beating Black Ops! At least, connected like this, Steve can understand Tony's quips better.

Fury calls the simulation quits to have Stark tested for aneurisms. "Go with him to medical, Ranger. In fact, let's make that your homework. You'll move in together. Let's start getting that trust working."

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He had never made a move on Howard. Steve had never been sure that the man would be interested and back then, well you had to be sure. He had valued his position and his job more than any kind of fling.

Finding a balance between them isn't going to be easy. There's a lot going on in their headspaces. They're still trying to sort everything out. Steve fully believes they can make this work but they're both going to have to compromise and it's not something either of them are particularly good at.

It's better that third time. There's a feeling of relief and pride. In himself. In Tony. This is working. It's rocky as hell but this shows there's a chance to make it work. Steve's certainly thrown himself behind less certain causes. The probability on the serum working had been so low.

Yet here he is.

After the end of the simulation, after the end of the Drift, he releases himself from the harness and listens to their orders. Steve doesn't know how he feels about moving in with Tony. He likes quiet. Tony is not quiet. That right there is a problem.

Still, Steve is a soldier. "Yes, Sir," he acknowledges, turning to Tony. "Think you can manage to stay on your feet?"

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"Absolutely. Give me that arm half my income is paying for." He can feel Steve's apprehension. Or maybe that's his own. The Drift is over. Ghost drifting isn't something new pilots experience. Tony doesn't spend another thought on it. Instead, he just tries not to bleed on Steve before they can get him something for his nose.

It doesn't seem to dawn on him until much later that evening that Fury hadn't been joking. After he gets discharged from medical, has dinner with Steve in the mess, and heads back to his room, he really is surprised that someone is banging on his door a few hours before light's out.

He's even more surprised to see the blond with a dufflebag.

"Uh..."

There are two bunks in his room. It's small in here but they don't spend a lot of time in their rooms anyhow.

"Listen man, lesbians move in on the second date."

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Steve is unsure about this but he offers his arm anyway and escorts Tony back to get out of the drive suits. It's entirely possible they're both apprehensive about this. He doesn't know anything about ghost drifting. He just knows that being in someone else's head makes things a little weird.

He drags Tony down to medical where he hovers as ordered and yeah, okay, a part of him wants to make sure that Tony is actually uninjured. Steve trails along to the mess too where he eats just as much as he always does. He's not too picky about food.

Steve leaves Tony on his own after that to go back up all his meager belongings. It's probably a good thing he doesn't have too much yet. It makes it easier to move when he only has a bag full of stuff.

"What?" he gives him a confused look. What does that have to do with anything? "We have orders."

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Tony looks confused, almost puppyish. His eyes rove over Steve's chest, to his bag, and then back into too blue eyes. "He was serious...? Huh. Well I've got bottom bunk. Don't touch my stuff."

There are wires and gadgets and pieces of metal everywhere. Tony had turned the dresser and desk into a work station. He just tinkers now but he needs to work with his hands. He also is not the sort of guy to clean up after himself unless he really needs to.

The room is a mess. It's absolutely impossible for Steve not to touch something of his along the way. Tony sits back on his bunk and shrugs.

"This might be overkill, don't you think? Spending every waking minute with each other is a bad idea."

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"Have you ever known Fury to joke about something?" he asks and Steve is actually genuinely curious. The man seems even more serious than him and that's not easy.

Steve takes stock of the room when he steps in and it's, quite frankly, a disaster area. His own room had been neat and tidy. This is not.

He has no idea what he's going to do with his stuff. Steve tries not to touch anything of Tony's but that's not really working out for him.

"Most pilots room with their partner," he reasons and he drops his bag on the floor in front of Tony.

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"We're not like most pilots," Tony remarks as he moves his left foot a few centimeters away from the bag. It's not contaminated or anything, but he finds the location to be...not quite appealing. It's like a cat just came in offering him a freshly caught and killed mouse. "What did you bring me? Five pairs of sweat pants and too tight white shirts? Did they run out of larges and force you into smalls?"

He stands up a moment later to sweep some of his tools away into a rubber lined soft kit that use to belong to his dad and shoves it into the top drawer of the dresser along with something glowing ominously. He's been doing a little bit of playing around with clean energy here or there. His dad couldn't perfect it, and let's face it, Jaegers have the market covered when it comes to weaponry these days.

He pats the now clean surface for Steve's bag, very accommodating if he has anything to say about it, and then heads towards the opposite bunk to gather up his jacket and a few suits he never gets a chance to wear any more.

"I really hope you don't snore."

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"I can always move out if it doesn't work but there's no reason not to try," Steve replies stubbornly. He thinks this might be good for them too though he's not sure if they'll click good enough to room together.

Steve had just brought it to the bunk. He had felt a little awkward just standing there holding it. Kind of like a little kid spending the night somewhere for the first time. These rooms are a little small for a cat.

"No," he mutters. "They're larges." Anything else just looks baggy around the middle. The problem is proportions. He's incredibly muscular but he has a tiny waistline. They don't really make shirts properly for him. He adds, "I have my pictures too."

Though he's not sure he wants to set them up with the mess Tony has made of this place. He wouldn't want anything to happen to any of them. Maybe he could find some hooks and hang them on the wall by his bunk.

"I only have enough stuff to fill a drawer," he leans over to pick it up. Don't you remember how you felt sorry for him Tony? "I didn't think it would be a problem."

He watches the other man as he cleans off the bunk. "No, I don't."

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Oh, right. A drawer too. Tony pinches the bridge of his nose. The room had been made for two people, two foot lockers, two desks, two bunks. But Tony's taken over. There are diagrams of things Steve probably can't name, designs of Jaegers and suits, upgrades, weapons--

Tony dismantles one side of the room, moves his scattered belongings back to his own side, and clears up enough wall space and drawer space for Steve's meager belongings. He just huffs the whole time doing it.

At least there's a small piece offering to be had at the end, and he offers Steve a bit of removeable wall putty for his pictures. "Sort of like tape only it won't wreck the backs."

It's like boarding school -- until he accidentally caused one of his roommates to violently throw up for two days straight and was given a private room instead.

Steve probably remembers that incident too. Tony stopped trying to mix chemicals outside of the lab after that.

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He feels a little like he's imposing at the moment. Steve really doesn't want to take up too much space. He's fine with the stuff that he has so long as he has somewhere to put it. The huffing doesn't help but again, orders. If it doesn't work, he'll move back out. They just have to give it a try first.

Steve would help him but he's been told not to touch anything so he doesn't. He fills the space he's been given with his things and he smiles when Tony offers him the putty. It's a big deal and he knows it. "Thanks, this will work great."

He sets to hanging them up above his pillow. Steve can't help the fond expression he gives them. There's still some sadness in the memories and plenty of guilt but the best he can do now is remember them. Now Tony will too, whether he wants to or not.

Oh Steve remembers the incident. He's also on the same page as Tony in his thought processes. Maybe it's the Drift or maybe he just knows the other man well enough now. "Try not to mix dangerous things together and I think we'll get along." He's mostly teasing but it still bears saying.

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It's hard to say when he actually started to like Steve, but the smile on the blond now seals it. That teasing is remarkably pretty, and Tony's not ashamed to be thinking that. He winks at the blond and says in roughly in the same tone: "I guess that all depends on if you really do end up snoring or not."

They're going to get along all right. Two very lonely men suddenly thrust together, regardless of ideologies, or even shared memories, will eventually form a companionship. Tony can already feel it too.

That night, as he falls asleep, the way Steve breathes across the room leaves him calm and Tony ends up having a fairly good rest. Training the next day goes as planned, and the day after that goes better. But by the end of the week, Tony's starting to suspect something is wrong.

As they're turning in, Tony putting aside some new design and his screwdriver, Steve doing a little strip tease he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it, Tony chances a small, projected: Hey, can you still hear me?

He feels immediately stupid for thinking it, but he's pretty sure he's been picking up little tidbits all evening from the blond. Especially while he had been over there sketching or writing emo poetry or whatever closeted young men from the forties do.

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Steve does not end up snoring. He had been speaking honestly the last time. He had snored before the serum but whatever it is that caused that had been fixed when he'd gone super-soldier. Bucky had noticed it on one of the missions with the Commandos.

Lonely covers it pretty nicely, especially in Steve's case and he knows what buttons not to push when it comes to Tony. The other man should know the same but he really wouldn't put it past him to push them anyway.

Also, sharing a room with the man is a little unfair. Steve is almost convinced he undresses with that flair on purpose. Tony is handsome; he has eyes, it'd be stupid to deny it. After the week they've spent together, he finds him infinitely more agreeable to be around too.

Steve wouldn't say that he's noticed anything particularly odd. He writes most of the flashes off to memories settling in his head and really doesn't think too much more about it. Some things are better not to question.

He hesitates, stripped down to just his work-out pants and half-turns toward Tony. He feels like he's missed something like he'd zoned out and had missed something the other man had said.

"I'm sorry? Did you say something?"

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Tony sucks in a breath and slowly lifts his eyes. Sorry, Steve, he's not actually checking you out at the moment, even if the drag of his gaze might suggest otherwise. He's just having a hard time here realizing what's just happened.

Fuck.

You can hear me. Steve can hear him. Tony's eyes widen slightly before he climbs out of bed. He might even be standing on his toes just a little bit so their eyes can match up.

"Holy shit. You try."

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His brow furrows as he watches Tony and his reaction to the question. So he had missed something. The first time had just been a niggling feeling. It had been the passing certainty that Tony had asked him a question.

It's a little muddled but the second time, now that Steve is concentrating, the message comes through and he jerks a little in shock.

I can hear you. He tries, meeting Tony's eyes uncertainly. "It's... fuzzy. A little like you're trying to talk underwater but that was clearer than the first time."

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Ghost drifting. This shouldn't be possible. They haven't been inside of a real Jaeger yet. They've only drifted six times. Five with complete success.

Oh. This is exciting. Tony almost wants to hug Steve. Or maybe Steve wants to hug him. Or it's a mutual need for hugging. Either way, Tony is going to refrain. It's not something he tends to do. Touching is... Awkward.

Do we tell someone? It wasn't suppose to be exactly like this. They're just suppose to share emotions and ideas in a ghost drift. Not become telepathic!

Tony's eyes shimmer.

"I think we're ready, Cap." He pats Steve on the arm. And squeezes his bicep. And Jesus. He's built like a Ford truck.

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Steve barely even knows the concept exists but he's vaguely picking things up from Tony. He knows it has to be a result of their normal drifting but no one had warned him of this side effect. He feels like they should have mentioned it.

He can also feel Tony's excitement. Steve doesn't quite get why he's excited. There are only flashes. He definitely doesn't have the urge for hugging though he feels it.

That I'm built like a truck? Steve raises an eyebrow. He couldn't resist that one. Tony had pretty much handed it to him. "I think so," he agrees. I don't know. Do you think we should tell someone? It might affect the Drift.

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If this is some new sort of Drifting side effect, they might be pulled off of active duty or the roster completely and Tony can't have that. He shakes his head quickly. They can't tell anyone.

And he's ignoring the fact that you heard him think about how damned built you are, Steve. Thank God that he's not the sort to blush and definitely the sort to own up to his like of pretty things. Should it come up. Man. Sometimes he really wishes Rhodey or Happy could be here.

Or JARVIS. Just someone normal to talk to.

"It's not going to affect the Drift," he replies. Can't. Could only help. I need to work out more.

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He frowns, he doesn't like the idea of keeping something from the higher-ups but he does know this could end up with them in a lab and quite frankly, he's not interested in being a lab rat. Steve is a soldier; he's always wanted to protect people and he can't do it in the lab.

Steve isn't the kind to dwell on it either. He just finds it amusing. It'll be weird to adjust to someone else always being able to hear what he thinks. Tony of all people. Steve had disliked him so much at the Academy.

"I hope you're right," he tells him because Steve doesn't pretend to understand how it works. If it does, we're telling someone. He hesitates but it's hard not to think about it. You look pretty good to me.

He ducks his head a moment later--that's probably crossing a line somewhere.

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Tony does agree, with a nod, that if something goes wrong, they'll tell someone. The idea of losing his mind is worse than any other issue that might come up here. Even death. Tony really would rather die than lose his genius.

He plops back down onto his bunk when Steve gives him quite the compliment and leans back against the wall. He knows where Steve's tastes lie. "Probably not something I can take at face value, but thanks," he tells the blond. He knows Steve had at least found Howard attractive. At least, he's seen a week's worth of memories here or there of longing looks secretly exchanged behind his father's back.

And maybe this conversation shouldn't come up but--

"I know you knew my dad when he was younger than I am, but c'mon, who do you think looks better? Me or him?" Feed his ego!

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It makes him feel better that Tony agrees to tell someone if something is wrong. Right now it's just a little weird but once he's used to it he thinks it'll be alright.

Steve rubs a hand over the back of his neck. This is all a bit awkward. He can't deny he's attracted to Tony. Again, he has eyes. He doesn't know whether it's more than that yet. It's all muddled up because he's essentially lived the man's life.

He eyes Tony--his dad is usually a subject that is off-limits--but he thinks back to Howard. Steve considers a moment, "I'd have to say you."

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Ob! Good job! You've selected the proper answer! Tony actually straightens a little. He knows he's gorgeous. Blogs have been mentioning that for years, but it's Steve's opinion that matters. No one alive from back then to remember how Howard looked.

And Tony can get into Steve's head. He knows the blond is telling the truth. And he also knows why.

Older men.

Huh. Well. Howard had been older back then. And Tony has aged gracefully. "You're allowed to stay then," he tells Steve and lays back down, head pillowed on his arms. "Even if its because of the crows feet."

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Well, Steve's opinion is honest. Tony certainly shares traits with his dad but he's very much his own person with his own looks in the super-soldier's mind.

Correction: handsome older men and particularly those that are incredibly intelligent.

Steve shakes his head at the reasoning and glances away as he mutters, "You also have a stronger jaw and..."

He trails off enough that he's probably inaudible but if Tony wants to pick at his brain now that he can and he'll learn his eyes are prettier than Howard's. Oh, and he's definitely more muscular than his dad too.

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Tony doesn't have a problem with any of that. In fact, Steve, if you want to spend the next few hours before sleep just thinking about how awesome he is, go right ahead. It's probably unfair being in Steve's brain like this, getting up close and personal outside of a Drift, where their thoughts rarely linger on anything outside of a task at hand.

This is different. Tony gets the lights as Steve crawls into bed himself and though there is near darkness, some emergency lighting strips around the light switch and the door handle give Stark just enough light to see Steve's outline.

He's had the odd male lover. No one like Steve but--

Okay. Don't. Stop. Don't honk about it. Don't think about him. And stop the inner dialogue because that's not helping anyone.