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

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

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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Hey, remember how Tony really believed that Steve could do better than him? One of those moments.

Which was why he didn't really have anything to say at that, just looked at Steve like he was a puzzle to be figured out.

"What's the face?" Steve asked.

"You're a complicated guy," Tony replied with a little chuckle as he whole extradimensional nature of the bags.

Steve smiled. "I don't hear that a lot."

"Maybe it's just me," Tony suggested.

Steve ambled over. "You find me complicated?"

Tony's fingers stilled on the keyboard for a moment before he went back at it. "The weird days do that."

"They discombobulate you?" Steve asked.

"Shouldn't you be shooting things?" he teased, changing the subject the best way he knew how that wasn't, you know, sex.

"I can multitask," Steve said.

Hey, maybe shoot the other Howard box labeled 'BAD AT ACCEPTING SINCERITY'

"Well, maybe doing this together was a bad idea," he joked. Because wow did he not want to have all this out there for more reasons why Steve super picked the wrong person to marry.