Chapter 33
"You don’t seem particularly enthusiastic about this, Steve," Tony commented idly as he laid back on the couch.
"Well what exactly do you want me to say?" Steve replied as he leaned over him. “‘I can’t wait to put my hand in your mouth!’? I can’t believe you swallowed one of Peter’s toy guns, for God’s sake -"
"To be fair, the gun actually belonged to a Black Widow action figure," Tony told him. "So this is really all Natasha’s fault."
"Oh, sure, she forced you to swallow it?" Steve grumbled as he peered into Tony’s open mouth. "You’re such an idiot sometimes."
"Hey, negativity is going to get us nowhere right now," Tony huffed.
"Neither is me sticking my hand down your throat," Steve tutted back. "I can’t see anything. Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Then I guess we just have to wait for it to pass through," he sighed, leaning back on his haunches. "And in the meantime, you are not allowed near any small parts, y’hear?"
Tony just grumbled like the petulant child he secretly was as he sat up.