Tony and Jan walk into Steve's room. They carefully open the closet, hoping a hoard of chickens doesn't run out freely. They hear a quiet trilling come from the right side.
They pull back a flannel shirt covering a box to reveal a small bundle of chicks huddled together. They perk up at the invasion. Jan and Tony move in to get a closer look at them.
"Wow, they… they look so fluffy," Tony puts his hand in and they all run away. He follows them though, determined. He corners one. He gently pets it with a finger. Another comes along and looks under his hand. It lightly pecks at his fingernail as expecting the fingers to be hiding food.
Tony, smiles down at them. He has to admit, they are kind of cute. He thought it was weird how people gush over baby birds. But he kind of got it now. Funny, fluffy, curious… He always kind of thought of them as dirty and stepping in their own crap, …they look disgusting when they are born… and wow, loud… they are really loud. The one he had cornered was now crying out loudly in short but sharp bursts. The others were now calling back. He pulled his hand out and watch them all come together.
He looked on as one tripped another by putting its head between the other's legs. Okay, they were still so very cute. They weren't so bad after all.
Tony takes the chicks to see Steve in the medical.
Steve is so happy to see them, it is somewhat heartbreaking.
He listens in wonder as Steve whistle to him and they trill back at him, almost mimicking him.
Tony nonchalantly tries to sit down and opens up his STARKpad. "Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"I have some idea's I want to run by you…" he says.
"Uhhh… sure?"
"I was thinking about the chicken coop… and I have some plans. Now I have done some reading up and I based the designs on what chickens like and need… I want to hear your thoughts…" Tony opens up the plans.
TBC