heroic_jawline | Avengers Mini-Tower, Sunday afternoon

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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"How dare you, this is a cinematic classic," he teased.

"It's cinematic something," Steve said, opening a box and making a happy noise. "Fancy ham?" he offered.

"Ooo, you read my mind, darling," Tony replied, grinning over at him. "Was I right this is a repeat place?"

"Cautious yes, but let me try the sangria first," Steve said, grinning back.

"Alright, alright," Tony said, only pulling away long enough to grab Steve's glass.

"And if I drink this fast enough, maybe the movie will get better," Steve teased.

"They're joining the mile high club while snakes rain down on them, what's not to enjoy here?" Tony asked, offering him the drink.

Steve laughed and took a sip. "Oh, that's good. And I've never seen an airplane bathroom that spacious, including the Quinjet."

"Well, I can't have people doing that on a mission," Tony replied solemnly.

"It would be very unprofessional," Steve agreed, eyes sparkling.

"Which isn't us at all," Tony agreed.

"Well, it's very rarely us," Steve decided.

"Never in public at least." Just on their private beach in Greece.

Steve kissed the top of Tony's head again. "That's for us. I don't want accidentally visitors."

"Yes, dear," Tony sighed, closing his eyes and just enjoying the affection for once.

Steve smiled down at him. He liked seeing Tony happy, especially today.

"That plane probably shouldn't still be in the air with all those snakes in the control panel," Tony informed him. "At least one cable should have been pulled by now."