Avengers Mini-Tower, Sunday afternoon

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Steve knew that this day was tough for Tony and that was why he'd left him to his own devices for a few hours to bang around in the lab and get some of those emotions out. He'd also sent a card up to the Tony of his universe up in New York: with Rhodey temporarily out of commission, he didn't want Tony to feel alone or forgotten about on Father's Day. (It turned out that no one made a "sorry the guy I know in the war turned out to be a huge disappointment as a father but I think you're swell" card. Steve hoped a "Thinking of You" and a bottle of the midend (for Tony) Scotch that he like conveyed the same sort of thing.)

Steve was up in the gym trying to get the hang of riding on the jetpowered rollerskates Tony had made for him. He turned too sharply as he ran out of ballroom floor, hit the ground hard and winced as his shoulder did something it shouldn't have. "JARVIS?" he called from the floor. "Can you ask Tony to bring up the first aid kit? But first be sure to tell him I'm not that hurt."

[OOC: For the husband.]

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"Thank you, JARVIS," Steve said with a grin at the ceiling. "We'll find a place to sit down and rest."

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"At least the AC is working well in here," Tony remarked.

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"I don't mind when it's warm but the humidity is ridiculous," Steve said, taking Tony's hand with his uninjured arm and tugging him towards the elevator.

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"It's the time if year where we should look into getting a pool."

No, Tony.

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"We're on an island surrounded by water," Steve pointed out.

[imafuturist]

"...but East Coast beaches."

Oh, someone was bougie.

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"What's wrong with East Coast beaches?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"There are nicer beaches!" Not on the East Coast.

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"These are perfectly fine beaches," Steve countered.

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"And what about Greece?" Superior beaches.

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"Those are nice too, but there's nothing wrong with Sag Harbor," Steve countered.

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"Did you want to go to Sag Harbor?" Tony asked.

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"Not especially," Steve admitted, laughing. "But I don't want you flying us to Greece for the rest of the day either."

[imafuturist]

"Find, fine. We'll stay here. Pool-less."

And without fancy beaches.

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"We have a hot tub and a cheese fridge," Steve countered.

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"Much too humid for a hot tub right now," Tony replied, wrapping his arms around Steve once they were in the elevator.

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"But it's never too hot to appreciate the cheese fridge," Steve said with a laugh.

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"Easy for you to say," Tony replied. "You can eat half the fridge."

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Steve laughed. "I'm sorry your stomach turned middle aged."

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"You are cruel," Tony whined. "I'm not that old, right?"

He very, very much was.

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Steve grinned and kissed him. "Of course not."

[imafuturist]

"Good." Let him live in delusion.

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Steve kissed him again. "Love you."

[imafuturist]

"Love you too," Tony replied, clutching at Steve's shirt a little tightly.

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Steve kissed him again. "I'm right here."