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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[imafuturist]

"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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[imafuturist]

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.

[imafuturist]

"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.

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Steve immediately looked worried, biting his lower lip. "Okay."

His mind started spinning through all the ways he might have screwed something up in the last few weeks.

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Which made Tony lean in to kiss him again. "Relax. It's about new-ish things in the bedroom."

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That...didn't really relax Steve much, but he was trying? "Okay," he repeated, linking his fingers through Tony's and squeezing them.

[imafuturist]

He was trying his best here!

"Some things I've noticed," he tried again, squeezing back. Because he was just gonna dig that hole deeper.

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Steve was now imagining scorecards and possibly Powerpoint breakdowns of his recent performances. "Okay," he said, broken-record-like.

[imafuturist]

Tony was assuming they were doing great with this conversation!

"Like how you enjoy me telling you you're going good," he continued on. Bravely. And without noticing poor, poor Steve's panic.

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Steve's grip on Tony's hand was going to start getting painful soon. "Am I not supposed to be doing that?"

[imafuturist]

"What? No! It's great," he insisted, pulling Steve's hand up for a kiss. "I just want to make sure we're on the same... page about it."

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"I...don't think I understand," Steve admitted quietly, meeting Tony's eyes.

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"How do you feel when I tell you how good you're doing and how happy you make me when you do what I tell you?" Tony asked.