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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"Whoops," Steve said sheepishly, blowing the dessert out.

[imafuturist]

Tony blew the drinks out, quickly putting them down before he was burned by hot glass. "That was something."

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"Maybe a one-time only something," Steve said, giving Tony's face a worried assessment. "You okay?"

[imafuturist]

"Would you believe that wasn't even the first time I've been caught in a fireball?"

Well. Yes. Your lives, boys.

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"I would absolutely believe that," Steve said dryly.

[imafuturist]

"My beard okay?" Of course that was his concern.

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"Slightly singed," Steve admitted a little guiltily, "but still symmetrical."

[imafuturist]

"It needed a trim anyway," Tony said, though it was clear he was trying to make Steve feel better about it.

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"Maybe," Steve said, leaning to kiss him better.

[imafuturist]

"Now cut into the fire bomb before it melts," Tony murmured, holding onto the collar of Steve's shirt for another kiss.

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"We'll just count all of this as singing and candles, okay?" Steve replied.

[imafuturist]

"Please," Tony said with one last kiss. "I hate the singing."

[heroic_jawline]

"I don't remember knowing that," Steve admitted. "No singing."

[imafuturist]

"Helps that you haven't been around for any of my big birthday parties." Which was actually nice. Those parties rarely allowed him to enjoy himself.

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"Not your favorite, huh?" Steve asked sympathetically as he cut into the baked Alaska and made an excited noise. Mmm, cake and ice cream.

[imafuturist]

"I have to spend the whole night playing host to people I'm not even friends with," Tony grumbled, grabbing them plates and spoons.

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Steve wrinkled up his nose. "That doesn't sound like fun."

[imafuturist]

"Hence not enjoying it too much," Tony replied with a smile and a sweep of his hand as though pretending to present his case.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve leaned in and kissed him. "So singeing your eyebrows and beard is still better?"

[imafuturist]

"It's more on par with my real life, yes." He was missing the nice clothing, but that was about it.

[heroic_jawline]

"Being kind of on fire?" Steve asked, smiling softly.

[imafuturist]

"Well..." Steve, you'd met him, right?

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Steve laughed. "Hot mess," he teased. "Did I use that right?"

[imafuturist]

Tony's expression did a weird mix of offense and delight. "Oh, I'm telling Jan you used that term."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's face went pink. "Should I be worried?"