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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"Is this a formal complaint?" Tony asked. "Because management is out for the day."

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"Oh, not a complaint," Steve said, reaching for Tony's free hand, "just an observation."

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Tony hummed, leaning into Steve's space to press him up against the hallway wall for another kiss.

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"God, you feel good," Steve murmured, rocking up into Tony.

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"Food will be here soon," Tony said, not moving away.

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"How soon?" Steve asked.

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"Sooner than I can help you out," he teased.

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Steve made an unhappy little noise. "That's irritating."

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"After. When your shoulder is better," Tony murmured, giving him another kiss.

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"It's almost better now," Steve promised.

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Tony pulled back to give him A Look. "Is it?"

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Steve gave him a smile. "Sweetheart, we're married. You'll know if I'm lying."

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"Yeah, but..." He could still worry today. After everything.

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Steve leaned in and kissed him. "I'm going to be okay. Promise."

[imafuturist]

"Okay, okay," Tony sighed, kissing him back.

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"And I'll want to use the skates again," he added.

[imafuturist]

"...can I make more safety gear?" Sure, he does this for Steve but not himself.

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"Sure," Steve said. He knew to pick his battles, and nothing was going to stop Tony from making the safety gear after he got hurt.

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"Deal," Tony said, nodding once before kissing him intently again.

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"Your dinner has arrived," JARVIS, managing to sound long-suffering, announced.

"Thank you," Steve replied, kissing Tony back.

[imafuturist]

"Go sit. I'll bring it up."

On the elevator. He'd need it.

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"I'll clear off to the coffee table," Steve promised.

And maybe bring in a few other tables. He knew how he ate.

[imafuturist]

Maybe they just needed to buy a larger table...

Tony blew him a kiss before disappearing downstairs to collect their order. Which ended up being two, large, armfuls of bags. "Well. J ordered correctly."

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"It smells promising," Steve agreed with a grin.

[imafuturist]

"You open the bags, I'm pouring sangria." Executive decision.