Steve & Tony's Apartment, Stark Tower But 50 Percent Scale, Thursday Morning

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was trying to get out the door for his classes today, truly he was. Every time he turned around, though, he was blocked by duffel bags labeled "HOWLING COMMANDOS" or neat, compact and heavy hatboxes with "PEGGY" and "SHARON" on them. The suitcases labeled "BUCKY", "BUCKY (OTHER)," and "BUCKY (OTHER OTHER)" had already been shoved against the wall with some super-strength and he honestly wasn't sure if the giant safe labeled "NEVER ENOUGH" that was blocking the elevator belonged to him or to Tony, but either way, it wasn't moving.

So he'd retreated to the kitchen and the comfort of reheated bagels from New York and ignoring the "FOOD INSECURITY" box blocking his way to the pantry.

It was gonna be a day. He could tell.

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[imafuturist]

"So, coffee and not looking at them is also a plan," Tony suggested.

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"I love your plan," Steve said. "Especially the not looking at them."

The Bucky bags had started following him.

[imafuturist]

"Maybe in bed."

'USES SEX AS A DISTRACTION' bag entered the chat.

[heroic_jawline]

"I like the sex," Steve said, talking to Tony but taking cues from the bag.

[imafuturist]

Tony snorted, tugging him over to put an arm around. "Well, that's good."

[heroic_jawline]

"Semi-related, I'm never flying again," Steve said while "REPRESSED" landed on the floor with a thump.

[imafuturist]

"You're not repressed, you're just from a different place in time," Tony said with a frown.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm a little repressed," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"You are comparing yourself to me," Tony pointed out, sort of surprised there wasn't a big with 'big ol' slut' out there.

[heroic_jawline]

"Not entirely," Steve said. "I also knew Bucky in the '40s. Pretty sure he dated half the neighborhood."

[imafuturist]

"He did?" Oh, that was still weird to think about.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded. "He was very friendly."

[imafuturist]

Again. Weird.

"Maybe that's another difference from home," Tony ventured.

[heroic_jawline]

"He's a lot quieter now," Steve understated.

[imafuturist]

"Yes. Yes, he is," Tony agreed. And no bags could call him a liar!

[heroic_jawline]

Steve almost got crushed by the giant steamer trunk with "SURVIVOR'S GUILT" on it as it crashed down onto him.

[imafuturist]

"Whoa there," Tony said, pulling him out of the way. His own of that variety were infinitely more modern looking and shoved under the bed upstairs.

[heroic_jawline]

"Thank you," Steve said, frowning. "That was close."

[imafuturist]

"So, bed is sounding more and more like the right plan here," Tony ventured.

[heroic_jawline]

"Hiding from our baggage?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"It's a strategic retreat."

Tony was just going to ignore the 'COWARD' bag over there.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, that bag is horribly wrong," Steve said, marching over and stuffing COWARD into a closet.

[imafuturist]

"It depends on the subject," Tony said with a sigh.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve leaned in to give Tony a long kiss. "I love you."

[imafuturist]

"Love you too," Tony said, confused but going with it.