Apartment Above Stark Industries, Sunday afternoon

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At Tony's suggestion, Steve had been educating himself on sex in the 21st Century with the safe search off on Google.

Steve had Seen Some Things. He'd also taken a lot of notes, bookmarked some of the more legitimate sources of information, and was now ready for possibly the most awkward conversation EVER, which was why he was grateful for the flood of holiday cards that had made their way into the apartment. He was currently amusing himself by trying to figure out which version of Natasha had sent the two cards.

[OOC: For that guy!]

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[imafuturist]

He really better hope they weren't teaming up on him in an attempt to teach him.

"Next year we might need to a method to figure out the doubles," Tony said, eyeing the cards.

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Steve laughed. "This one is definitely from my Sam," he said. "He signed it 'on your right.'"

[imafuturist]

"Because you torment your running partners, I know," Tony replied, kissing him on the cheek as he passed.

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"I don't torment them," Steve said airily. "I inspire them to be better."

By tormenting them.

[imafuturist]

"Uh huh." He believed that not in the slightest. "Should we risk a holiday party here? Or will we all turn into reindeer or something?"

[heroic_jawline]

"We should risk it," Steve said, grinning. "With our luck it'll be a day people can only speak in Christmas Carols or something."

[imafuturist]

"You're a cruel man and I'll plan on spiking the eggnog with the last of Thor's hooch for the occasion," he replied with a laugh.

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"Who says I want to share Thor's hooch with the rest of 'em?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Private supply of eggnog then," Tony corrected, eyes still bright with amusement. "Store bought because... well, me."

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"Raw eggs and us should probably not mix," Steve agreed.

[imafuturist]

"You might survive salmonella," he teased.

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"I might," Steve said, "but you'd have a miserable stomach."

[imafuturist]

"So, store bought it is," Tony said brightly. "It might actually have enough calories to keep you happy too."

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"Eggnog is one of my favorite parts of Christmastime," Steve admitted.

[imafuturist]

"Rich and boozy. Yeah, sounds like it might be your type."

He honestly thought he was hilarious.

[heroic_jawline]

It took Steve a second, then he burst out in loud laughter. "That's amazing."

[imafuturist]

Tony beamed at that. Because he'd somehow managed to find someone with an equally terrible sense of humor. "I think it came out of the faucets last year. Or it might have been the year before then."

[heroic_jawline]

"Great to drink, not to shower in," Steve said, laughing some more. "Do you have time to sit and read the cards with me or are you in the middle of something?"

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"For you, I always have time," Tony replied, checking the coffee pot to see if it was still drinkable. It wasn't sludge, so he was going to go for it.

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Steve lit up at Tony's response, then smiled fondly at his coffee. "That's about five hours old," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"It's still drinkable," he said, clutching his lukewarm mug close. Tony had super low standards sometimes. Don't let it get around, Steve.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed at him. "That's not much of a bar to clear, sweetheart."

[imafuturist]

"I took apart the other one--" To make it fly because they were being idiots at each other. "--and this one takes too long to make another pot."

[heroic_jawline]

"At least warm it up," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

Tony grumbled, going to the microwave to do that. "Hey, should we get a tree?"