Stark Industries, Early Sunday evening

[heroic_jawline]

After Steve made personally sure (via taking the other version of him none-too-gently to the nearest tentacle...portal...thing and tossing him through) that he was the only Steve Rogers left on the island, he took a long, long walk around the island and finally returned to the shop.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and blew it out. "Tony?" he called out as he came back inside. "We need to talk."

[OOC: For alllll the SP.]

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[heroic_jawline]

"What's my type?" Steve asked, smiling up at him.

[imafuturist]

"Dark hair. Brash," he suggested, leaning down to kiss him.

[heroic_jawline]

"That does sound like my type," Steve agreed, threading his finger through Tony's hair.

[imafuturist]

"Are you going to fall asleep on me?" Tony asked against Steve's lips as he kissed him again.

[heroic_jawline]

"Not before the food arrives," Steve promised. "But it's been a long weekend."

[imafuturist]

"Alright. That sounds good," Tony said, sitting up again to keep rubbing his scalp. "I'll even get you breakfast tomorrow morning after you catch up."

Because he probably would not be doing much sleep personally.

[heroic_jawline]

"You're going to be up before me?" Steve asked, frowning lightly. "That's unusual."

[imafuturist]

"You might actually sleep in for a change," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve reached for Tony's free hand. "Are you going to be in the lab making new changes and beating yourself up about this?" he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"...no?" Yes. Yes, he would.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed. "Tony. Let me help."

[imafuturist]

"You already are. I just... need to get my head on straight."

With science.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed the palm of Tony's hand. "Gonna reserve the right to drag you out of the lab by Wednesday morning and make you sleep in a real bed, though."

[imafuturist]

"I can accept that," Tony replied softly. "Especially if you'll be in that bed."

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't have plans," Steve said, giving him a tiny smile. "If you want me there, I'm there."

[imafuturist]

"That's a lot of commitment," Tony informed him, just having to lean down again to kiss him for that smile.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him back. "Thought I was pretty clear on my level of commitment here," he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"I'm starting to realize that," he replied, staying close and brushing his fingers through Steve's hair.

A moment that had to be ruined with the ringing of the door bell.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve grumbled a bit, then moved out of Tony's lap. "Food."

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him on the temple before pushing himself up to get their truly massive order. "Watch the movie."

[heroic_jawline]

"They're jumping around and cheering," he said dryly. "It's not tough to keep up."

[imafuturist]

"Bite your tongue, Rogers!"

Tony returned with a pile of pizza and appetizers and desserts that came up to the top of his head.

So basically just enough to keep Steve sated.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Are you under there somewhere?" he teased.

[imafuturist]

"I will keep this all for myself," he warned. "Take some, will you?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve took most of it, moving it onto the coffee table and keeping a box of garlic knots and dipping sauce for himself.