Getting Caught (Part 1)
After training with Natasha, Steve went back to his floor to relax. He sighed, something was nagging at him at the back of his mind. No matter what he did, he could not seem to get rid of it. "I have to do something to take my mind off it," Steve decided. Calling out to JARVIS, Steve asked, "Can I view the last few days of the tower? I want to see how my team is doing." He had seen Natasha and Clint going to the gym frequently to train, and wanted to see how they were improving. JARVIS agreed to his request, even though for some reason, he sounded a bit reluctant, as his StarkPhone changed to security footage of the tower.
Noting that Natasha was practising with some widow bites Stark made, and Clint was practising with new explosive arrows, Steve nodded to himself in approval.
Leaning back with a far more relaxed sigh than before, he cast a glance over the rest of the footage. It was showing the common area and kitchen. He laughed when he saw Clint absent-mindedly put a cookie on the cereal box, and was just going to ask JARVIS to stop playing the footage when...
He frowned as he looked closer at today's footage. Stark was just reaching for the dog food...then he took the cereal box and started shaking...and the cookie dropped down...and he ate it. Stark ate it. Steve started to see red. Didn't he tell Stark to not do anything bad? Was Stark really too spoilt to see that anything other than dog food must be bad for him?
"Captain Rogers, I assure you, one cookie would not make any difference to Sir's health." JARVIS intoned coldly, but Steve had had enough with Stark's behaviour. Storming out of his room, he impatiently waited for the lift to get to him.
JARVIS knew he was angry. Sir had told him about each emotion, and this...this he was feeling strongly. He thought about what he could do. Tell Sir? It would just prolong the inevitable. Prevent Captain Rogers from entering the room Sir resided in? Then again, the Captain would eventually have to be let out, and it would only, again, prolong the inevitable. JARVIS could not stop the Captain. Slow him down, yes. Stop him? Sadly, a no.
Steve found Stark playing Monopoly with Clint and Natasha. Clint was grumbling about 'smart little bastard, join forces with Natasha' or something like that and Natasha was looking smug. He ignored all of those, and focused instead on Stark, who was grinning and pawing Clint's money away from Clint.
"Stark!" Steve bellowed. The dog in question turned around, an expression of confusion on his face. Clint and Natasha both scrambled to a standing position.
"Something happened, Steve?" Natasha asked alertly.
Steve jabbed a finger at Tony, "Stark, I have put up with you for so long, but this really is the final straw!" Stark seemed to grow nervous, a whimper escaping his mouth.
Steve continued angrily, his tone rising, "I told you not to do anything bad, and did you listen? No! Can you at least see past your own ego and know what's good for you without anyone needing to tell you? Sometimes, you really act like a big baby! Do you not know how your health could be affected by a cookie? You're just an attention-seeker, first the running, then the plate, now this!" Stark backed into a corner, his tail going between his legs. "You know, I can't believe you're Howard's son. He would have been so disappointed to see you now." Stark stiffened as Steve finally stopped his rant.
Taking off like a shot, Tony soon disappeared down the corridor. "That coward..."Steve muttered darkly, looking up to see Natasha and clint glaring daggers at him. "What?"
"I can't believe you're still so clueless about Tony." Natasha hissed angrily, jogging down the corridor to find Stark.
Clint, too, scowled at Steve darkly. "You better apologise to him when we find him. Or, I swear, either Natasha or I will kill you." After that, shaking his head, Clint followed Natasha, leaving Steve pondering on what he had done wrong.