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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Steve's entire face lit up at that, and he reached out to curve his hand around Tony's face. "I hope so, too."

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They were just the sappiest.

"Good tradition?" Tony asked with a damn near shy smile.

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God, that smile just about killed Steve. "The best," he said, kissing him again.

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"Looking forward to it," Tony side, smiling wider into that kiss like he couldn't help himself.

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"God, I love you," Steve murmured.

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"You really will give me a big head if you keep that up," Tony said, not at all sounding like he minded as he brushed his fingers through Steve's hair.

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"Think I can handle it," Steve said, smiling at Tony again.

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Tony gave him another playful kiss before pulling back with an answering smile. "You play with fire, Captain Rogers."

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"And jump out of airplanes," Steve said. "I like the adrenaline rush."

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"Luckily one of us can fly." Because they seriously had no impulse control between the two of them. Other than the need to mother hen the other.

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"I don't need wings for Christmas," Steve added.

[imafuturist]

"Not even pretty angel wings? Or would that cause Sam to get jealous?"

Because he'd make them for you, Steve. And they'd be amazing.

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Steve snorted. "I don't want pretty angel wings, Tony. No, thank you."

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"I'd offer to supe up your motorcycle, but I distinctly remember the other you getting all weird and saying it's not supposed to fly at me." Spoilsport.

And hey, he mentioned the other Steve without looking sad.

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Steve gave him a small smile in reply. "It's really not," he agreed.

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"But it could." And Tony could make that happen.

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"No," Steve said, kissing him firmly.

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"Spoilsport," Tony grumbled, kissing him back.

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"Only sometimes," Steve argued, still kissing him.

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Which just made Tony chuckle and pluck the food between them up to put on the table so he could pull Steve in closer for more of that. Because he was greedy and clearly Steve had eaten enough, right? Right.

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Right!

"I'm owed ice cream at some point," Steve teased, kissing the hollow of Tony's throat.

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"You can have a whole pint to yourself," Tony promised, sighing and closing his eyes as he crossed his arms over Steve's shoulders to keep him close. "And we can put on Wall-E."

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Steve smiled. "I love our dates at home."

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Tony ducked his head and grinned as he pulled Steve into another kiss. "Haven't bored you yet, huh?"

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"Never," Steve said, smiling back.