Apartment above Stark Industries

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Steve came in--panting slightly--with the last of the grocery run. There had been a note on the calendar that helpfully told him that he and Tony were apparently hosting a cookout tonight (!) and between them, they had zero cooking skills.

...this would not change as they got older, no, but it came as more of a shock now. "Okay," he said. "I got hot dogs and buns and every kind of potato chip they had. That should be enough, right?"

[OOC: For the guy! Party post in a sec!]

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[imafuturist]

"Already more food than shows up at the parties back at school," Tony said, going to take the bags from Steve before he keeled over or something.

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"What do they have there?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Alcohol." And Rhodey looking at him disapproving. "The fancy get togethers have, like, canapes and stuff. Vol-au-vent, caviar..."

Yeah, mention how fancy and rich some parties you went to were, Tony. That's a good idea.

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"Those last three things aren't really words," Steve declared. "...right?"

He was just a kid from Brooklyn, Tony!

[imafuturist]

Which was why Tony laughed because it was adorable and so far removed from his own life that it felt like a different time.

Wait.

"French. It's French."

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"Ooh la la," Steve said, trying to be fancy.

[imafuturist]

Tony bumped into him playfully, jerking his head toward the stairs to the roof. "They taught it in school."

Along with Latin.

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"I didn't learn French in school," Steve said with a little frown. "I learned how to spell Mississippi and the names of all the Presidents."

[imafuturist]

"We learned that too," Tony assured him. "Just with a lot of other shit added in."

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"Guess that's the difference between public schools and wherever you went," Steve said, heading up to the roof with only minimal wheezing.

[imafuturist]

Which Tony kept an eye on because you weren't allowed to die on him now, Steve. Not allowed.

"Also a lot more horses."

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"There were zero horses at my school in Brooklyn," Steve said. "A few horse's asses," he added in a mutter, "but no horses."

[imafuturist]

"Plenty of those at my school too," Tony assured him.t

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"Attached to the real horses?" Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"Only about half the time." All the rich folks made for great company.

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Steve laughed, then really took a look around the roof. "Okay," he said. "Is this time for me to admit I don't know how to grill?"

[imafuturist]

"It can't be that hard, right? People do it all the time."

So much burnt food was gonna happen.

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So much.

"You want to do that part, then?"

[imafuturist]

"I can," he replied, nodding firmly. "You can bring me drinks while I work hard at this."

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Steve snorted. "Oh, can I. Maybe bring a towel to wipe your fevered brow, too?"

[imafuturist]

"I'd totally do the same for you," Tony promised.

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"You'd fuss," Steve said with a wry smile.

[imafuturist]

"I'm supposed to." At least that's how he'd pictured having a relationship would be.

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Steve gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I don't need to be fussed over."

[imafuturist]

"Why not?" Tony asked, grinning to himself as he tried to sort of organize the massive amount of chips they had.