Avengers Mini-Tower, Sunday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

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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[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

"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."

[heroic_jawline]

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

[imafuturist]

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

[heroic_jawline]

"That's a deal," Steve said, unloading cartons of things that all smelled fantastic. He nudged the one that smelled like patatas bravas closer to his side of the table.

[imafuturist]

Tony just hummed at that as he poured a very healthy glass for each of them. "Any mussels?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Let me see," Steve murmured, rifling a bit, "yeah. Here you go!"

[imafuturist]

"Well, this is a repeat place." He hadn't even tried it!

[heroic_jawline]

"Try it first," Steve said with a laugh. "You don't want to end up eating bad seafood."

[imafuturist]

"But they deliver!" Totally the important factor here.

[heroic_jawline]

"I think if you're the one asking, just about anyone would deliver," Steve said with a small smile.

[imafuturist]

"That's true," Tony said, with a grin that was decidedly smug.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve leaned in and kissed Tony. "You look smug."

And it kind of worked for Steve, honestly.

[imafuturist]

"Would I do that?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Sometimes you like to remember you can throw your weight around," Steve said with a smile. "It's fun for me."