Stark Tower But Shrunken, Saturday morning

[heroic_jawline]

The party had been a success, and Steve and Tony had fallen into bed and slept hard for the next nine hours.

Tony was still asleep, but Steve had woken up hungry and had headed into the kitchen on the search for leftovers. He was now surrounded by eggs, chopped up onions, leftover roasted boar, and slight wafting of smoke because the omelet pan had gotten entirely too hot. The smoke alarm hadn't gone off, but he was pretty sure JARVIS was going to tattle on him soon. He hoped he would be able to counter Tony's sleepy grumpiness by feeding him leftover cake--and strong, boozy coffee--for breakfast while he cleaned up.

[OOC: For the husband!]

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[imafuturist]

"Oh, and you're not?" Tony replied. "We're banned from two presidential libraries, Steve."

[heroic_jawline]

"No one liked Hoover," Steve said, making a stubborn face. "No one."

[imafuturist]

"And I'm upset you didn't let me puke on more things in the Reagan one." For reasons.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve burst out laughing. "They were very upset I had a cat with me."

[imafuturist]

"They deserved it," Tony insisted.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, yes, but still," Steve said, laughing.

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him again. "Maybe next time we do traveling as a class, we pick places where we won't want to wreck stuff."

[heroic_jawline]

"That's probably a good idea," Steve agreed. "Thank you for not coughing a hairball at the Archives."

[imafuturist]

"You would have loved that," Tony replied sweetly.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll never admit it," Steve said.