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heroic_jawline) wrote2020-04-01 08:55 pm
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Apartment Above Stark Industries
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!"
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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Then added a sly, "If Rhodey didn't do it first."
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Steve. Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeve.
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Still too hung up on Hank, though.
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Poor, poor Rhodey.
"She's going to say yes, but winding him up is fun."
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Like a coward.
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No, it was not, Steve.
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Steve did not really mean it.
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"Well, if he'll like it--"
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