Apartment Above Stark Industries

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It was Tony's birthday, so Steve had splashed out by getting delivery from Delmonico's (a restaurant so old and posh that it had been around even longer than him): porterhouse steaks, crab ravioli, and a giant thing of fried onions because Steve had been hungry when he'd placed the order. And a baked Alaska because it sounded very fancy to Steve, placed safely in the freezer to be set on fire later.

He glared down at his feet. "Patriot, I love you, but not enough to feed you Tony's porterhouse. Back off."

The puppy was undeterred. Surely if he looked cute enough, he'd get a piece?

"Tony! Dinner!"

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[imafuturist]

Tony inhaled deeply, taking his seat to devour this amazing meal. "Thank you for cooking, dear," he teased.

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"In true New Yorker tradition, I outsourced," Steve teased back.

[imafuturist]

"You know when to let the experts work! It's a true sign of intelligence," he said, cutting into the steak and humming happily at the pink inside.

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Steve grinned. "Well, thank you."

[imafuturist]

"I'm feeling thoroughly spoiled right now."

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"Well, it's your birthday," Steve teased, "so good."

[imafuturist]

"Is there cake too?" Tony asked, snagging a fried onion.

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"There's a cake we can set on fire."

Steve was so excited.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed, shaking his head. "I'll tell JARVIS to not douse us in flame retardant foam."

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"We won't be that bad at it," Steve said optimistically.

[imafuturist]

"He's over-protective."

He was not. They were just idiots in the kitchen.

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"It's something called Baked Alaska," Steve bragged.

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"I haven't had one in forever," Tony admitted with a little laugh. Because It was the oldest dessert ever.

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"I've never had one," Steve admitted.

Because no one served them any more. Because they were from the 1950s.

[imafuturist]

"Then it'll be an experience." And they could catch half the kitchen on fire.

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So fun!

"But first we should enjoy our steak experience," Steve said, who was devouring his portion (and then some) of the fried onions.

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"What are the ravioli?" Tony asked, before Steve could finish those too.

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"They have crab in them," Steve said excitedly, pushing the plate closer to Tony.

[imafuturist]

"Why thank you, sweetheart," Tony said, popping one into his mouth. "Okay, this wins you best birthday."

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"I didn't know it was a competition," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Only about things that aren't truly important because it's nice and safe," Tony said, spearing one to offer over to him.

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"Fair enough," Steve agreed, smiling around a bite of ravioli.

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Tony smiled back at him. "Not too strange?"

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"Just the right kind of strange," Steve said.

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Tony leaned over the table for a quick, ravioli flavored kiss. Because perfect response, Rogers.