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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"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.

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"I love you," Steve murmured. "Happy birthday."

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"Thank you," Tony murmured, looking utterly pleased. "For all this."

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"Of course," Steve said earnestly. "You deserve to be spoiled."

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Tony grinned again and gave him one more kiss. "At least it's not an April Fool's joke."

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"Never," Steve said. "I don't like April Fool's jokes."

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"Because you're a sweetheart like that," Tony replied.

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"Because it's a day to be mean while pretending to be funny," Steve said judgmentally.

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"I'm absolutely certain you'd never be mean about it," Tony assured him.

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"Thank you," Steve said, smiling at him.

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"I know you," Tony said, leaning over for another kiss.

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"I love that you do," Steve murmured.

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Tony smiled as he pulled away. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's light something on fire."

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"That's the very best idea," Steve agreed, finishing his steak and leaving the last crab ravioli for Tony.

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Which meant it was true love, honestly.

Tony hummed, finishing it off. If he maybe slipped a tiny sliver of his steak to the dog, no one needed to know.

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Except that Patriot had just as zero chill as Steve and went a little nuts about the treat.

Steve snorted. "He's going to fart steak for three days," he said.

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"But he loves it," Tony said, wiping his fingers off on a napkin.

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"Well, yeah," Steve agreed, getting up and retrieving the dessert from the freezer.

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"And he can't have dessert," Tony said, trailing after Steve to peer at it over Steve's shoulder.

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Oh, he would find a way into a jar of jam, just you wait...

"He definitely can't have dessert," Steve agreed. "Since it's your birthday, do you want to set it on fire?"

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Patriot, no.

"Of course!" There was a pause before Tony had to ask. "Do we have a kitchen torch? That's a thing, right?"

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"Don't you have a blowtorch in the lab?"

STEVEN.