Steve walks into the workshop and stops in his tracks when multiple Tonys turn to look at him. They’re all the same but different as some are taller, have blue eyes and different hairstyles. But they all have one thing in common.
They’re all gorgeous.
Steve rubs at his eyes in disbelief before staring at them wide eyed.
Then Tony, the one that he knows and is familiar with, grins and waves.
“Hey, Steve! I’ve just found out that more than one of me exists.”
It becomes too much.
Steve passes out.