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Dinosaur Drabble
After all his joking about Steve’s age, Tony is miffed to say the least that he was the one that was turned into a dinosaur. He supposes it was his fault; after all he jumped in front of the spell meant for Steve. If he’d just left him to his fate, Steve would finally look his age and Tony wouldn’t be waddling around in feathers for the next 24 hours.
Seriously, that was another thing he wanted to complain about. He felt so lied to; the velociraptors in Jurassic Park looked nothing like this. He could kind of deal with the feathers, he felt silly, but at least they were red and goldish. No, the worst thing was the height. He was not even three feet tall and it made him feel like an overgrown chicken, the way the others kept teasing him didn’t help either.
“It’s kind of a relief that he was turned into something that has such a large presence on the fossil record,” Bruce interjected into Clint and Natasha’s unflattering opinions about Tony’s new form. “How so?” Steve asked. He was gently stroking the feathers on Tony’s cheeks in a way that made Tony want to- well he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do but it involved waving his tail and wing (arm?) feathers around. It felt quite nice.
Bruce frowned and fiddled with his glasses. “Imagine if it was something that no one had ever seen before, we’d have no idea if he was even a real creature, not to mention what kind of diet and behavior to expect. As it is, we are only running on the theories of paleobiologists.”
Clint snorted and started ruffling the feathers on Tony’s tail. “Oh yeah? What theories are out there about veloci-chickens? Is there anything about the evolutionary purpose of gaudy feathers?”
“Well, they have quite a bit to say about their hunting habits, and judging by the way the retractable claws on his feet are twitching, Tony might just think of you as prey if you don’t stop poking at him.”
Clint’s hand drew back. “Sorry dude.”
Tony huffed and took shelter in Steve’s lap; he was just the right size if he curled his tail around his feet. Steve picked up the stroking again, this time covering a lot more area. Relaxing into it, Tony started producing a soft chirring noise.



