Sticky Lips Pit BBQ, Rochester, NY [NFB]

[heroic_jawline]

It had started as a comment, turned into a joke, and then esclated to some kind of ridiculous competition because that's how the Avengers rolled. And so Steve and Tony were now on a date while Steve attempted to eat the Atomic Bomb: an oversized bun, a pound of hamburger, a pound of pulled pork, a pound of French fires, half a pound of Hot Meat Sauce, lots of cheese and extras and then the whole thing iwas ceremoniously draped with eight slices of bacon.

"Should I make it look like it's hard?" he murmured to Tony as the food was put in front of him.

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[imafuturist]

"Struggle a little bit," Tony suggested, honestly kind of impressed by that massive amount of food. But also having seen Steve eat half a menu before and still look hopeful for dessert.

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"I might actually be struggling," Steve said, picking up a piece of bacon.

[imafuturist]

"Should we have left this for Thor instead?" Tony, don't make it a competition.

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"Hey now," Steve said, frowning. "No."

[imafuturist]

"I believe in you," Tony said with the utmost innocence.

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"What a supportive husband I have," Steve said, picking up his giant freaking hamburger and actually having to use his biceps for it.

[imafuturist]

"Should I ask for extra napkins? Maybe an entire box of them?" Because. Well.

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"That's a good call," Steve said. "I can't put this down and ever pick it back up again."

[imafuturist]

"Fork and knife?" Tony suggested, flagging down a server with a smile.

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"Your Manhattan's showing," Steve teased. "A burger with a fork?"

[imafuturist]

"If it's messy!" Yes, he couldn't help his fancy boy tendencies, okay? He couldn't help it.

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"That's the point," Steve said around a mouthful of pulled pork.

You've never been sexier, Steve.

[imafuturist]

He was so lucky that Tony couldn't escape now.

"Is it?"

[heroic_jawline]

"You don't order this because it's refined," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"I know that." But did he? He could have dirty water dog, but he was still prone toward the manners drilled into him as a child.

Which sometimes involved adjusting his silverware setting around his plate. Even here.

[heroic_jawline]

It was fairly adorable. "What are you going to eat?" Steve asked. "I think I forfeit my name in lights if I share."

[imafuturist]

"Well, I was thinking barbecue nachos, but we're in upstate New York, so I think I should get chicken wings of some kind, right?"

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"Don't eat them with a fork," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, will we be kicked out if I do that?" he replied with a grin.

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"I think that's the law," Steve said, nodding. "Sorry."

[imafuturist]

"I'll suffer through it," Tony said with a deeply heartbroken sigh.

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"That's what heroes do," Steve said, taking another huge bite of his burger.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed and shook his head as napkins were brought out, along with the nachos. "Have you and the team been here?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Not yet," Steve said, smiling a little sheepishly. "I wanted to win this thing first."

Because he was a competitive son of a bitch.

[imafuturist]

Tony snorted and shook his head. "You should bring them. I'd love to see how Vision handles it."