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(because I hear there was some sort of sportsball thing today, have a really bad idea.  Or at least the start of one.   It’s copperbadge fault. )

Steve stared up at the jumbotron. “I hate this,” he said.

“What, the KissCam?” Nat said, barely sparing it a glance. She had her arms folded on the railing on the edge of the box, and her attention was down on the field. “It’s harmless.”

Steve’s mouth thinned out. “It seems like crowd pressure to make people do something that they wouldn’t usually do in public,” he said. “It’s not right.”

“It’s tacky and stupid and embarrassing,” Rhodey agreed from Nat’s other side. “Which means it’s really popular, Cap.”

“Most popular things are at least one of those three,” Tony said. He was staring down at his phone, his thumbs flicking against the surface so fast that they were almost invisible. “The really popular ones are all three.” He waved a hand. “And the crowd must be distracted for the three minutes when play is stopped.”

“Otherwise, they are likely to turn on each other,” Nat agreed, a smile curling her lips.

“It’s not right,” Steve said, crossing his arms over his chest. The camera focused in on a girl and boy, and she blushed bright red, hiding her face behind her hands, and then, when it was clear that they weren’t going to move on, she leaned over and planted a kiss on the boy’s cheek. To general laughter, the camera moved on.

“Your general hatred of bullies is noted,” Nat said, her eyes dancing.

“It’s not right,” Steve said.

“I think we need to distract him with food,” Rhodey said.

“We could, but we sent Sam and Clint out for snacks, and that’s why we’re still hungry,” Nat said.

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