Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

After Steve had sat through a Memorial Day event in his own dimension, full of pomp and circumstance, people staring and no real chance to actually memorialize all of those he'd lost, he'd taken advantage of the Portalocity ability to travel to Tony's dimension and actually pay his respects without anyone watching him.

He took as long as he needed, wandering alone through Arlington Cemetery as just another solider in dress blues saying hello to friends long gone.

Finally, feeling just a little lighter, he headed back home with comfort food: crab cakes and ice cream. (He wasn't going to eat DC pizza to feel better, thanks so much.)

He entered the apartment, trusting JARVIS to tell Tony he was back, and headed into the bedroom to change.

Steve was never going to love Memorial Day.

Comments

[imafuturist]

"I could have ordered something," Tony said as he re-emerged from the lab, a little sweaty and a little grease smudged. "You didn't have to pick up--is that ice cream?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded. "Chocolate chip cookie dough," he said, smiling softly. He loved sweaty, grease-smudged Tony.

[imafuturist]

"I knew getting engaged to you was a good idea," Tony replied, closing the distance between them for a kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him back, lingering. "Only for the ice cream?"

[imafuturist]

"That and I love you in your dress blues," he teased gently, taking the ice cream to put away.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's lips tugged up. "I know you do."

[imafuturist]

"You look nice, Rogers." He always did.

[heroic_jawline]

"Thanks," Steve said earnestly. "The ribbons always feel a bit much."

[imafuturist]

"I'd offer to help you take everything off but it'd end with us in bed," he murmured brushing his fingers over one of the more ostentatious medals.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "Not just now," he admitted. "It's been a long morning."

[imafuturist]

"Go. I'll get you a drink." Like a good househusband.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him again. "Thanks. How's Rhodey today?"

[imafuturist]

"All tangled up with Carol," he said with a delighted laugh at the memory.

[heroic_jawline]

"So she stopped letting him chase her around?" Steve asked, laughing.

[imafuturist]

"Took pity on him," Tony agreed. "He's happy, though."

Which was why Tony looked fond and pleased as he talked about it.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "I'm happy for them."

[imafuturist]

"We're going to be That Couple who wants everyone around them to be in a relationship," Tony replied, going to hunt down a glass, some ice, and a bit of Asgardian mead for the occasion.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, only if they're happy in those relationships," Steve said, smiling.

[imafuturist]

"And Rhodey is deliriously happy." Rhodey would strongly object to that assessment because he was a private, sane man.

[heroic_jawline]

"Deliriously, huh?" Steve repeated, carefully removing his jacket and loosening his tie.

[imafuturist]

"You can see it in his eyes," Tony assured him, offering the drink in exchange for the jacket to hang up.

[heroic_jawline]

"Thanks, sweetheart," Steve murured, taking a sip of the drink gratefully.

[imafuturist]

"Sit. Drink. We can eat crab cakes and pretend it's a normal day if you want." Tony treated the jacket with the same care he would with his own favorite suit.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sighed as he sat down on the sofa and took off his shoes, shined to a gloss shiny enough to see his reflection in. "I need about an hour to wallow, then I'll be okay," he said.

[imafuturist]

"I'll give you an hour and a half even," Tony promised him, reaching in to help completely remove the tie next. If his hands lingered quite a bit, well, these things happened.