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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"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.

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

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

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

And it kind of worked for Steve, honestly.

[imafuturist]

"Would I do that?"

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

[imafuturist]

Tony beamed and kissed him yet again. "Love you too."

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"I love you too," Steve said with the quick smile of something he said and heard often. That knowledge was bone deep now. "Let's eat and poke fun at a movie."

[imafuturist]

"Yes," Tony replied with emphasis, settling in with his sangria.

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"Bring on the snakes in the airplane," Steve said, loading up his plate and settling in next to Tony.

[imafuturist]

"It's so terrible," Tony told him, smiling like this was the best idea ever. Because it was. "It doesn't make any sense at all."

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"Do snakes even like it when it gets cold?" Steve asked.

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"I think they go to sleep in the cold," Tony said. He wasn't a biologist, okay? No squishy sciences here. "And how bad is the inspection to miss all those snakes?"

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"Pretty bad," Steve agreed with a chuckle, swiping a mussel from Tony's plate.

[imafuturist]

Tony clicked his tongue at him. "I'm taking some potatoes for that."

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Steve pressed his lips together and nodded. "That's a fair trade."

[imafuturist]

"I am a businessman, you know," Tony replied with a wry grin.

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"I have heard that about you," Steve said, grinning back. "Is that why your name's on the building?"

[imafuturist]

"That and it's just more snazzy than Rogers. No offense." Clearly why he never changed it for marriage!

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"Hey," Steve said with a light frown. "It's not that much snazzier."

It was.

[imafuturist]

"Darling." You knew which was the more snazzy name!

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"Hmph," Steve retorted, stealing another mussel.

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Tony kissed him on the cheek. "You can have some of the marinated olives too."

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"Thank you," Steve said. "You may watch me eat my potatoes."