Almost like returning home

[arrogantalloy]

 Tony had woken with a start, in fact he had been so expressive in his waking up he ended up rolling off the couch he was apparently on. He had gotten up onto his knees and looked around, expecting to see familiar Capitol fashion trademarks. There were none, they were his - Well, Pepper's- trademarks. He was back in the tower, J.A.R.V.I.S was even able to confirm that it had barely been more than a few hours since he had even taken well over two years ago.

The god damn machine worked. After letting out a yippie and having an unnecessarily long shower, Tony confirmed that all the Avengers were where he had left them all relatively safe and sound in this world, then ordered a pizza to be delivered while he set to work giving Dum-E a service ignoring the fact the robot didn't need one, Tony just really needed to be finger deep in something familiar and Pepper wasn't in New York right now.

It naturally didn't occur to him he would be the only one returned to this world, especially not someone who had never originally from this world.

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[shenunigans]

Like a typical teen, Dave sleeps in far longer than Tony. Even the couch he's managed to find himself on is more comfortable than any place he's slept for the past few months. Even before leaving the Capitol, sleep didn't come so easily. He just instinctively feels safe, for no discernible reason.

Later, he awakes with a similar start. The feeling of safety melts away when he doesn't recognise his surroundings. It isn't the meteor, it isn't his apartment, it isn't District 13 and it isn't his room in the Tribute Tower. It's lavish, like a Capitol building, and Dave is suddenly running horrible scenarios through his head. Mostly involving drugs, the plan failing horribly and the Capitol catching him.

He's pacing around, trying to figure out where he is and who the fuck else is here. He finds the kitchen and politely borrows a knife from it. There's the off-chance he accidentally got sent somewhere other than his home, given his unstable living situation, but he doesn't want to chance Capitol fuckery.

He hears noises that sound like machinery leading down stairs and he starts to creep down, knife ahead of him as he enters the room to find none other than... Tony. Fucking with the shittiest robot he's ever seen in his goddamn life.

"I think you should have tinkered with those calibrations a little more." He's using that monotone voice he's so well known for. Then he realises he's holding a knife out toward Tony, so he pulls that back. "You been here long? Long enough to make a "We almost nailed it" cake?"