Paris, France, Tuesday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

It was Tuesday, which meant the Lourve was closed and so Steve was having to console himself with a croissant the size of his head and a very strong cup of coffee. He'd wandered down a side street full of cheese and chocolate shops, and with the coziest book store on the corner.

Steve found a seat to relax in and then texted Tony--find anything good on your explorations?--and idly scratched as his beard as he waited for the reply.