Apartment above Stark Industries

[heroic_jawline]

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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[heroic_jawline]

Steve's lips quirked up. "Mostly never? You sound like Bucky. When he gets caught."

[imafuturist]

"Does that happen a lot?" If not, then Tony would accept that comparison.

[heroic_jawline]

"At least twice," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Then that is the number of times I've been caught." Tony, no.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Because you're so very smart," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"Exactly!" Steve, you totally understood him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed his nose. "You are amazing."

[imafuturist]

"Likewise," Tony said, looking so, so pleased by that.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve beamed back. "Guess we should get ready for the guests," he said, finally.

While kind of hoping no one would come.

[imafuturist]

"Hiding in the bedroom is always an option," Tony reminded him. Now that they were clear on not using the bedroom for other things.

[heroic_jawline]

"We can bring snacks," Steve decided.

He was a growing boy! He hoped!

[imafuturist]

"Hide some snacks in there while I get the grill going," Tony said with a little squeeze at Steve's hips.

[heroic_jawline]

"And more of the celery soda," Steve said.

No one was going to fight you for that one, Steve. No one.