Prompt 5: "Capsicle" brand name registered trade mark (Provided by jaquelinelittle)
This one was fun. Sorry I used a prompt by the same person two days in a row, I wouldn't have done it normally, but I didn't realize it until afterwards. Then I thought about writing a different story for today and submitting this later, but then I just decided, 'eh, screw it. I like this chapter.' So here it is! I hope you guys like it too, and I promise to use a different person's prompt for tomorrow! Actually, there are a couple people who have reviewed every chapter, and I'm very inclined to use one of theirs ;)
Tony was in Central Park. Usually, he hated being in Central Park. Sure, the place was pretty cool and all, but there were too many people. As much as he loved being famous and recognizable– and he loved being famous and recognizable– he hated it when people thought that they had the right to talk to him just because they recognized him.
Regardless, Pepper had taken an entire day off for the first time in, well, forever, and she wanted to use that freedom to go for a 'stroll' in Central Park. So he was stuck between wanting to spend Pepper's day with Pepper and wanting to avoid the public at all costs. Eventually, the side of him that loved Pepper too damn much won out, so he put on a pair of sunglasses and a stupid looking hat (hopefully, it would be enough to throw off his adoring fans), and together they went for a walk in the park.
They were walking up the Central Park Mall when Tony saw it. At first, he wasn't sure what he had seen; a little kid had the object half in his mouth. But it was red, white, and blue, had gumballs for eyes, and looked shockingly like the notoriously spangled Avenger. Tony tightened his grip on Pepper's hand and practically sprinted towards the nearest ice-cream stand.
"Tony? What in the world–" she tried to ask. But Tony turned his full attention to the board with the ice-cream options on it, and a mischievous smile was stretched across his face.
There was a knocking on Steve's door.
"Captain Rogers?" a voice asked from the other side.
Steve picked up his shield, and watched the door wearily. Nobody called him Captain anymore. Very few people even knew.
Nothing happened for a few second, then there was knocking again.
"Captain Rogers? I have a delivery for you." The voice broke a few times, like a teenagers might, and Steve lowered his shield. He knew he was being a little paranoid, but alien attacks could do that to a guy. He left the shield by the door when he opened it.
"Hello," he said to the kid standing in front of him. It was, in fact, a teenager. He was a gangly, zitty little thing, but he stood tall with his shoulders back and his chest forward, and Steve was reminded of himself before the super soldier serum.
"Morning, Captain Rogers," the kid greeted. "I have a delivery from Mr. Stark."
It was only then that Steve noticed the high–tech box in one of the kid's hands. He eyed the package wearily as the kid handed it to him. He trusted Stark to not be trying to kill him, but that didn't mean he was sure he was going to like the surprise Iron Man had felt fit to bestow upon him.
"Did Mr. Stark say what it was?" he asked the kid.
"I'm only his courier, Sir," he responded. With that, the kid left.
Steve closed the door and put the mechanical box down on the table. There were beg red letters that said, 'PUSH HERE TO OPEN,' with an even bigger red arrow pointing to a downright huge red button. Steve frowned and wondered if Tony had designed this machine just for him– the instructions seemed an obvious jab at Steve's lack of technological know-how.
He pushed the red button and the metal box... well, 'unfolded' seems a good word for it. Of course, Tony could never settle for something just opening. Soon, the box was an elaborate bowl that looked like it would make a good centerpiece on a robot's living room table. Sitting in the bowl was a small package, wrapped in brown paper. Steve picked it up. It was cold, and he wondered if that was what the box was for: to keep it's contents cold. On the paper was scribbled in sharpie: 'I knew I should have trademarked it when I had the chance. I knew it!'
Steve raised an eyebrow, but opened the package. Inside was one of those popsicles they sold in the park. Usually, they were made to look like a cartoon's character's face, but this one was a nondescript face wearing Steve's facemask. In big letters under the picture, the word "CAPSICLE" was written.
Steve rolled his eyes.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and suggested prompts, and special thanks, once again, jaquelinelittle, who had also suggested shapechanging (chapter 5).
Hasta Mañana!
