revivalproject | This Is How We Get Along

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Tony Stark, Billy Hargrove
WHERE: Tony's Workshop, Tommy's Room in Avengers HQ
WHAT: Trying to figure out a gift; emotional vulnerability
WHEN: Late September, Early October
WARNINGS: To Be Added in the Billy Hargrove Thread

I. What Do You Get For A Surfer Dude? | Closed to Tony

The thing about Tommy was that he was kind of shit about asking for help when he needed it for himself. Things that would benefit him, or make his life better, or help him deal with his shit. It wasn't something he did. Which always made him showing up to ask for it harder.

So yeah, his showing up (after a good bit of searching) at Tony's workshop door, knocking lightly as he did so, was odd. Him looking nervous was probably less so. He was, after all, trying to heal what he thought was some damage between them due to his own actions. But this wasn't about any of that. This was about asking for help. And fuck if he wasn't shit at that.

II. The Terror of Being Known | Closed to Billy Hargrove

Between them they have so many places to withdraw to. The shack on the beach, the apartment above the diner, the rooms taken up by Billy for his winter in the Civics Center. And here. The place Billy is getting to see for the first time while he comes help Tommy make the place more homey.

A room in the established Avengers HQ. A place shared with Steve Rogers and Janet Van Dyne and probably others. A place that was more plain than the efforts he had taken with the diner's space. Which was supposed to change today. That was absolutely the plan.

A plan that was being foiled by the frustrated noise as Tommy tried, once again, to get a table to sit level. He'd been trying to shim this thing for ten minutes now. Ten minutes for someone like Billy. A lot more than that for Tommy. It was a frustration so deep that he finally did something stupid. He kicked a leg of it in frustration. And with speed. Too much speed. The metal leg bent from the force, dumping the table and the box of tools and decorations that had been sitting on it to the floor.

Which in turn only amped Tommy's bad mood up further, leaving him fuming in particular down at a small, potted plant that clearly had a damaged pot now. Something that was going to take repotting.

"Fucking hell."

Threaded | Flat

The knock was so gentle that Tony couldn't entirely ignore it. The sound had him lifting his head, looking over at the door with pinched annoyance, ready to go quiet long enough that whoever it was gave up and went away, like watching the phone ring as he stared lasers at the call display. It hadn't been insistent, though. Strangely quiet.

The silk robe he drew along with him to pull over his sweatpants was only half way up one arm by the time the door swung open, and remained there for a beat while Tony froze in surprise, eyebrows raised and struggling to recalibrate from his expectation to see Jon waiting on the other side. When he did manage to process, he finally shrugged the sleeve on enough to brace the arm across the doorway instead, and greet shortly, "Thomas," with an expectant expression.

So many places. Autumn weather was coming, so soon, Billy would be moving from the beach shack back into the Civics Center for the winter. A nice place that was really close to the diner, too, so bonus. And there would be more nights spent in that little apartment. Maybe he should get the Civics Center spruced up to be for both of them? Hm.

For now, he'd been called to help Tommy decorate his new place, his third home away from home, the Avengers HQ or some nerdy name like that. Going in the main door, he had a little bundle with him wrapped up in some spare fabric, and was now hunting for his boyfriend.

It didn't take too long to find him, hearing a frustrated noise down the hall he was in and standing in the door to watch the table go from upright to bent over as one of the legs got bent out. "What'd your table do to you, babe? Need me to fetch a spare out of the diner or we gonna fix that one?"

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