Tony Stark

Well, the one too many outfits that Tony may or may not have ordered for Steve after getting free reign at the party last night had arrived. The wonders of shipping when you were in a multiversal nexus point. Also rich. Being rich helped a lot.

So, he was carefully just hiding it all away before Steve could realize just how much it was. Just so, so much.

[for the husband]

They'd spent time in Dublin and it'd been great, but Tony had an idea and that idea involved a bakery that they clearly needed to own in Paris. Which made sense only to him. But, unfortunately for everyone else, Steve was indulging him on this whim.

Which mostly ended up meaning visiting a baker's dozen (ha) of them to try out the wares. Well, Steve was trying out the wares because Tony was but a mortal man. Who had a cup of coffee at each place and whichever treat that Steve deemed the best of the bunch.

"Okay, next up..." Tony muttered, looking at the street signs to get his bearings again as they exited the last stop.

[for the husband!]

Tony was regretting the number of dogs he'd ended up with here. Mostly because he was presently covered in them as he tried to go through work emails. Tried was the key word there because they were being needy and competitive for the attention he could provide.

"Steve, you can turn back any moment now," he just sighed as he was up to his neck in fur.

It'd be so nice if things worked that way, wouldn't it?

[for the husband!]

Tony had spent too long trying to talk Pepper into sending more Stark brand pride merch to give out this weekend. Mostly because she'd already sent enough to give to the entire population of the island with plenty to spare.

Which seemed like a cop out, honestly.

But that didn't stop Tony from sending notes on more bisexual themed merch. Because he always wanted something to be repping for the parade. And maybe he could talk Steve into some purple, pink, and blue short shorts... Hmm. A project.

[for the husband on some SP]

Well, it was the nice little break time between classes and that meant Tony had attempted to plan a vacation of some sort before getting too distracted by some issue in the lab. Which was probably something to work on as well, but instead he was elbow deep in a suit of armor with music playing loudly.

Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing. Fully unaware that it was Friday.

[for that guy on SP]

Today was his and Steve's wedding anniversary and Tony, for once, wasn't going over the top with it. And that was actually his gift to Steve for today.

It was a very simple day of finding a food truck that they liked and going to The Met like tourists.

...he'd end up buying a chateau in Steve's name by the end of the day. But for now, it was simple!

[for the husband]

Well, it had felt necessary to do the tourist thing and go look at the tree with the mass of people leading up to the holiday. The urge to do this was quickly passing as they were in the moment of it.

Mostly because it was too cold for Steve and too crowded for the both of them. But it was a pretty tree at least. The lone upside to the whole afternoon here.

"We can say we saw it now," Tony suggested, arm curled around Steve's and all bundled up in winter gear that was probably too expensive for where they were. Like he was just asking to be pickpocketed or something.

(Joke was on them, he never remembered to carry a wallet because why would he?)

[for the holiday slowplay!]

So Steve was back to normal, but that didn't stop him from wanting to go on a walk. And what better place to go walking and enjoy the tail end of summer than to head on back to New York for a date night?

Okay, so maybe there were plenty of other places that didn't involve the heat or the faint summer scent of garbage. But they were New Yorkers and therefore in New York, smell and all. At least they probably didn't have to worry about any kind of alien invasions.

Hopefully.

[for the husband!]

There was a casino themed party coming up and that of course meant Tony needed to hunt down the appropriate tuxedo for the occasion. Or find one that he could do something fun with to make it just a bit extra. You know. As you did when your name was Tony Stark.

"Steve, have you seen my Canali?" Tony shouted from inside the walk in closet of their bedroom.

It was bold of him to assume Steve knew what the hell he was talking about.

[for that guy]

Well, Steve invited Thor to come live with them at the tower. Well, kind of Thor? Tony hadn't really gotten the details of that whole deal, but was different enough for him to assume this was another universe version, but who was he to ever turn down a friend? Alternate universes and all be damned!

Which was why Tony managed to go snag some pastries from the shop in town to bring as a sort of welcome basket. Also because it was an incredibly awkward holiday for him and he was just going to do some stuff to avoid it.

So he put the food down in the common area kitchen of the guest suites and then frowned at the lack of coffee before getting that started. "J, make sure to double the grocery delivery, okay?"

[for the folks who live therein!]