Chapter 27
"Okay, who the fuck put a shit-tonne of weed in those brownies on the kitchen counter? Bruce, I’m looking at you, buddy," Tony snapped, tugging an extraordinarily red-eyed, high-as-a-kite Steve along behind him.
"I always put weed in my brownies. It calms me down. Why?" Bruce asked, and then caught sight of Steve. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh,” Tony replied. “Steve got back from his run this morning and decided to eat them all.”
"He… all of them?” Bruce gasped, getting up off the couch. “Steve, are you okay?”
“Bruh.”
"Jesus Christ, you broke Captain America," Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair.
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"Steve, please," Tony gritted out, trying to tug him out of their closet. "Bruce, when is this going to wear off?"
From the doorway, Bruce shuffled on his feet and fiddled with his hands guiltily. “His metabolism works four times faster than the average man, so it should wear off four times faster.”
"That really doesn’t help," Tony growled, and then gave Steve’s hand a useless tug. "Steven, I’m being serious. No - why do we even have a snapback in here?”
"Because swag!" Steve laughed, putting the hat on his head. "That’s always a reason!"
"I fucking hate you, Bruce," Tony sighed.