Apartment Above Stark Industries

[heroic_jawline]

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]

"Only the cute ones," Tony replied. "Got me a collection of 'em. I've got my eye on just the one, though."

[heroic_jawline]

"Ooh, I hope it's me," Steve said, grinning.

[imafuturist]

"Could be," he teased, settling in against his side. "You are pretty cute. For a jarhead."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm not a jarhead," Steve protested.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed, brushing his fingers along Steve's chest. "Oh? What are you?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled fondly. "I'm a Howling Commando." He leaned in and kissed Tony's nose. "I'm an Avenger."

[imafuturist]

"I'll accept that," Tony decided magnanimously.

[heroic_jawline]

"How big of you," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"You love it."

[heroic_jawline]

"I really do," Steve admitted, kissing him. "Go razz Rhodey and then come back to me. I'll make it worth your while."

[imafuturist]

"Yes, yes. I'll tell him you say hi." And Steve could enjoy a long suffering text message of 'Really, Rogers?'