Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

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Steve came into the shop and let his shield drop to the ground with a muted clang. He wiped at the dust on his face, then squared his shoulders with visible effort and called out, "Tony? You around?"

Another lead, another fruitless Bucky search, this time in stupidly muggy Singapore. Steve needed a shower, a pizza or three, and a nap.

And a hug, but he was kind of hoping he wouldn't need to ask for one of those.

"I'm back!" he added a little needlessly.

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"No wonder you turn heads," Tony replied, settling a little against his chest.

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"Thought it was because I don't know what size shirt to wear," Steve said teasingly.

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"Well, that definitely helps," Tony replied with the utmost sincerity.

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Steve's eyes twinkled at him. "Glad my efforts are appreciated."

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"Always," Tony replied, leaning down for a gentle kiss.

This would probably the best point to address some things if he could just figure out how to start that conversation.

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Steve sighed happily against Tony's mouth, sliding his hands around Tony's waist. This was just about perfect, especially after a completely shitty few days.

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It was, wasn't it?

"We should probably actually eat now," Tony said with a little laugh, not pulling away just yet. Because it was nice to be this close.

Also, very warm.

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"Probably," Steve agreed. "Why don't you have a delivery robot so we don't have to get up?"

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"Because JARVIS would get jealous," Tony said, sitting up to find where their clothing went.

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"Would he really?" Steve asked, grinning at the ceiling.

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"I merely possess the flaws of my creator," JARVIS chimed in helpfully as Tony leaned over the bed to find the pants he'd lost.

He might have been laughing at that too.

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Steve leaned over as well, but to drop a kiss on Tony's shoulders.

He was a little obsessed with the definition in Tony's shoulders.

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Tony hummed, sitting up and turning his head to kiss him properly. "I am going to start expecting this, you know."

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"Being appreciated?" Steve murmured.

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"Being pampered," he corrected, pulling away to smile at him.

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"You deserve it," Steve said earnestly, smiling back.

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Tony's smile went wider and he leaned in for another quick kiss before rolling out of bed to steal Steve's pants again.

"C'mon. I want food." And to talk about something.

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"Yes, dear," Steve said, smiling fondly at him as he reached for his set of pants and padded after Tony.

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So they could possibly have a conversation about sex without it immediately turning into sex.

Which didn't bode well with their track record.

"It might even be warm still," he teased, turning around to face him, walking backwards.

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"We weren't that fast," Steve said, wrinkling his nose up at him. "And I hear you have a new fangled food-heating up device?"

Brat.

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"Tell me more about the wonders of the future," he gasped in response.

Honestly, they deserved each other.

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"Golly gee, Mr. Stark, I hardly know where to begin," Steve said, eyes wide. "Electricity in a house?! We were still using horses in giant hamster wheels."

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"I'm trying to decide if I find being called that by you is a turn on or not," Tony said thoughtfully.

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Steve laughed, cheeks going pink. "Well, let me know if you figure it out."

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"I have decided that it depends on the situation," he replied, nodding. "Speaking of which... we should talk."

IN NO WAY WAS THAT A SMOOTH TRANSITION, TONY.