Apartment Above Stark Industries, Friday night

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Thanks to the miracle of the super serum, Steve's broken ribs, swollen fingers, and twisted knee were all back to basically normal and the weird drugs that HYDRA had put into his bloodstream were gone. He was now humming to himself in the kitchen as he walked around only slightly stiffly. attempting to make dinner for the evening and getting his attention diverted to the new ring that now fit snugly on his left ring finger.

Patriot was hoping this distracted cooking technique would mean Treats for Patriot, so he was underfoot, trying to trip Steve into dropping meatballs, sauce, and pasta onto the floor. So far, there'd been no luck, but Patriot was optimistic.

[OOC: For the Tony!]

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"How have you managed to not step on him?" Tony asked, watching the very insistent dog trail at their heels as he pressed a glass of much too fancy red wine into Steve's hands.

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"Luck, honestly," Steve said, taking the glass with a smile and a kiss.

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"I think the meatballs are too big for his mouth anyway." Because Steve was going all out here.

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"Pretty sure that won't stop him," Steve said, laughing.

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"Wonder where he gets that," he teased dryly.

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"Are you sayin' I have a big mouth?" Steve asked.

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"Saying you go big or go home," Tony replied, bumping his hip into Steve's.

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"That is an accurate statement," Steve admitted.

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"I hope this means I'm big now." Tony, that was awful.

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Steve snorted. "That's awful." He leaned in to kiss Tony's nose. "And you are very, very big."

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"You love it. I have proof now."

Sure. Just now.

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"Now?" Steve echoed, pressing him up against the counter. "Only now?"

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Tony hummed in agreement, grinning as he leaned in close enough, but just shy of kissing him.

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"Oh, we're going to have so much fun together," Steve murmured, smiling back.

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"Yes, please," Tony replied, tugging on Steve's waistband to get him closer still.

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Steve leaned in to kiss Tony's neck. "I have a few surprises for you," he murmured, blushing.

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Was sonething burning? Other than their passion, that was.

Tony chuckled, tilting his head for Steve to work with.

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That was definitely the sauce. Oops.

Steve was a little busy sucking a bruise into Tony's skin to notice just yet.

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It'd still be edible, right?

Tony gasped, clutching at Steve's shoulders tightly. A week of being very gentle as Steve healed following the week they couldn't keep their hands off each other made for interesting reactions.

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"The dinner," Steve gasped, pulling back. "Food first, then sex."

Steve had basically been eating All the Protein for a week, but he still needed more.

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"Ribs feeling better?" Tony asked, pulling away reluctantly.

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"I'm at probably 98 percent," Steve said earnestly.

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Which for most sane people meant still some pain?

Tony hummed approvingly. "I'll break out the champagne after dinner to celebrate."

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Well, yes, but Steve.

"We've waited long enough to celebrate," Steve decided.

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"A little wine, a little dancing," he teased, watching Steve cook.