Title: The King
Author: S J Smith
Rating: General
Disclaimer: Do you see a copyright on this? No? Well, that should be enough to prove I don't own it, nor am I making any money.
Summary: Seriously, if I tell you anything, it'll give it away. Humor.
The buzz of a cell phone interrupted Tony's work. He blinked, raising his head and feeling the strain in his back. How long had he been hunched over the bench, anyway? Glancing toward his cell, he saw Rhodey's image on the screen. "Answer." At the 'beep' of compliance, Tony said, "Yo, Rhodey."
"Tony Stark." Now it was a moving image, and Rhodey's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth pulled down.
"That's me," Tony said agreeably.
Pointing his finger, Rhodey said, "I just have one question for you, Stark. Just one." Turning the screen away from himself, he let Tony see his current assigned quarters.
"I have a lot of questions for you," Tony said, "like, how do you stand the lack of room?"
"I'm asking the questions, Tony!" The image bounced, showing a cot with the headboard against the wall. Additional sounds came from somewhere else that Tony identified as laughter. He grinned, wiping the smile away as soon as Rhodey glared into the screen again. "And the main question is, how in the hell did you get my bed covered in pudding?"
Tony raised his eyebrows, answering, "It's good to be the king, Rhodey," and broke the connection.
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