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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"That was a good instinct," Steve teased, leaning in for a kiss.

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"Sweats," Tony murmured into that kiss.

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"Right," Steve said, "because food's coming and we have a movie to watch."

They never watched the movie. It was optimistic of him to think this time would be different.

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They might get through some of it!

"And I'll get changed too." Gross lab clothes weren't great for lounging on the couch.

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"And I'll watch," Steve said. "I'm so helpful."

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Tony snorted and gave him a little shove. "Since you're being so nice, I'll even pick the Captain America gear."

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Steve grinned. "I like those pants."

He'd made that clear on a few occasions.

[imafuturist]

"Do you? I've never noticed."

Uh huh.

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"I'll have to make myself more clear," Steve said with a grin. "I like those pants."

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Tony grinned as he shimmied on into those particular pants. "Why, thank you so much, Captain."

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Steve made sure Tony saw him tilting his head to watch. "Very nice fit."

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Tony laughed and shook his head. "To the couch, sir. No getting fresh while you're injured."

Getting fresh. Look at him using Steve's lingo.

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"I won't be injured after dinner," Steve wheedled.

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"You say that now, but we'll see. Won't we?"

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Steve laughed. "I'm feeling confident about it," he said, swatting Tony's ass.

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Tony gave a fake gasp of shock at that, clutching his hands to his chest in a little swoon. "Why, Captain!"

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"Too fresh?" Steve asked with a grin.

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"I'll allow it," Tony said, moving in for a kiss. "For now."

It was a very nice distraction.

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Steve kissed him back. "Let me know if that changes, okay?"

[imafuturist]

"Of course, darling," Tony murmured.

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"I love you," Steve said. "Let's settle in and wait for the food."

[imafuturist]

"Deal," Tony replied with a nod, tugging on Steve's pants to pull him along.

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Steve laughed. "Now who's being fresh?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"I am guiding my injured husband!" Totally different.

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"By the pants," Steve said, still laughing. "That's a novel approach."