Super Secret Meeting Spot that's Definitely Not Starbucks [Somewhere on the Mainland, Saturday]

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Steve had reached out to Natasha (through several layers of encryption and burner phones because Natasha, at least, understood how to lay low) and was now in his very best incognito outfit (beard, jeans, baseball cap, sunglasses) with Tony (in generally the same outfit), trying to appear casual as they walked around one of those giant outdoor outlet malls waiting for Natasha to make contact.

"She said she'd drop a pin with where she is in--" Steve glanced at his watch, "--eight and a half minutes. You've got the test with you?"

He'd asked that about four times already, but he was anxious.

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Steve laughed. "I'm definitely up for that."

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"Yaaaay," Tony said, beaming at him.

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"Gotta love the enthusiasm," Steve teased. "Glad you haven't gotten tired of me."

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"How could I ever do that?" Tony asked.

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Steve shrugged. "Sometimes I worry."

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"Never," Tony insisted, pulling Sreve into a kiss.

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Some part of Steve was always five foot nothing with a weak heart, and when he was truly worried, that old anxiety popped back up.

"Thank you."

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"Never ever," Tony repeated just in case.

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"Thank you," Steve repeated more sincerely, kissing Tony back.

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"I'll be keeping you as long as you'll allow me to," Tony murmured, tugging on Steve's hair.

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"For the rest of our lives," Steve promised.

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"Deal," Tony said, kissing him intently.

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"Of all of the yous there are, I pick you," he said fiercely, gripping Tony's hips.

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Tony hummed, shifting as close as he could in the position they were in. "Love you."

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"I love you, too," Steve said, shifting them both so they were laying along the sofa.

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Tony hummed and tugged mostly ineffectively at Steve's pants. But only because he was immediate distracted by groping him intead.

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Steve moaned and arched into Tony's hand. "You'd notice if that was changed."

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"I hope so," Tony sighed, giving him a squeeze.

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Steve moaned again. "Please, Tony--"

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"All mine," he murmured.

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"Always," Steve agreed, chasing Tony's mouth for another kiss.

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Tony made it easy by kissing him again for that answer, moving his hand at a maddening pace.

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Steve loved the pace today. He wanted to be reminded of who he was with and how well he was known.

"Tony," he murmured.

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"Like that?" Tony asked, sounding just so very pleased.

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"Yes," Steve said, nipping at Tony's earlobe. "More, please."

So polite!