Tony's Greek Island, Friday afternoon [NFB for distance]

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Tony had flown Steve, Patriot and himself to their Greek island as an apology for forgetting to emerge from the lab for the first part of the break between classes. (The Greek island had been a gift for something else. Steve tried not to think about it too hard. Sometimes he had to let Tony be Tony.)

The weather was hard to complain about: 80 with bright sun and a light breeze, perfect for laying out next to the pool wearing nothing but a smile (after going for a long, clothed, hike and having a big lunch because Steve had to be Steve, too). Sunscreen had been applied because even the super serum couldn't completely counter the Irishness, and Steve had a book about World War II that was getting enough wrong to keep him entertained.

Mmm, vacation. He tilted his head towards the door Tony had disappeared through a few minutes earlier. "How are the margaritas doing?" he called out.

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"Maybe you need to prove it to me," he teased.

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"Put the plane in the air first, Stark," Steve said.

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"Yes, dear," Tony said, taking off in classic Tony Stark fashion and probably upsetting SHIELD a little. Or a lot.

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Steve laughed in delight. "Checking the way the plane can handle inclines?"

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"It's always important," Tony called back.

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"Very true," Steve called back. "The seatbelts are holding, and Patriot's still sacked out."

[imafuturist]

"And the jet is officially in the hands of JARVIS," Tony said, setting it to autopilot. Well. AI pilot.

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But a good, "knows how many r's are in strawberry" AI.

"C'mon back and keep me company, then," Steve said.

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Tony pushed himself back, away from the cockpit to go join him. "Well, hello there, handsome."

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"Going my way?" Steve asked, grinning.

[imafuturist]

"I certainly hope so," Tony said, pushing him back against his seat to straddle Steve's lap.

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Steve sighed happily. "Hi."

[imafuturist]

"Hi," Tony replied, leaning in for a kiss.

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"This is me checking to make sure you weren't hurt," Steve said. "A thorough check."

[imafuturist]

"You were the one throwing things at a plane," Tony murmured.

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"I throw things at planes a lot," Steve said airily.

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"So, I shouldn't be checking you for any injuries?"

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"Well, I won't say no to that," Steve said, tugging on Tony's shirt.

[imafuturist]

"Why, thank you," Tony replied, helping him get that shirt off.

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"Mmm," Steve said approvingly, running his hands over warm skin.

[imafuturist]

Really, people should be glad they kept their hands to themselves after a fight. It was a sign of self control, clearly!

"Yours next."

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As restrained as Tony Stark was also a widely known phrase! ...in some other dimension, possibly!

"Well, it's important to be fair," Steve agreed, tugging his shirt off.

[imafuturist]

"Very fair," Tony agreed, kissing Steve's slightly sunburned shoulder.

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Steve shivered. "Feels good."

[imafuturist]

"You were very hot taking down AIM."

And Tony was clearly very, very into it.