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]

"And today is a wash anyway," Tony continued. Still better than truth day. "Maybe we'll get some nice quiet time after all this."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'd love that," Steve said with a sincere smile.

[imafuturist]

Oh, Steve. That was unfair.

"Lab work now," he suggested.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll go back to shooting," Steve offered.

[imafuturist]

Tony's relieved smile sure was something, wasn't it, Steve?

[heroic_jawline]

Something a little soul-crushing!

"Make sure to take plenty of notes," Steve said.