A Remote Austrian Bar, Thursday Evening

[imafuturist]

Leaving the resort area to find some 'authentic' Austrian flair was probably tempting fate. But. But Tony got to drive a car for a change. Which was nice.

And now they had a quaint little bar off the beaten path with pints of local beer.

Tony had his fingers crossed that Doom didn't exist in this reality.

"I tried to ask for it in the boot shaped glasses, but my German's a little rusty." And the old lady behind the bar was judging him.

[for the dorito shaped guy and hijinks]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve grinned. "Well, it's better than you don't get it wrong and end up with beer served in actual shoes, I guess."

[imafuturist]

"...fair, fair." Because that would just be awkward.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve took a sip of his not-shoe beer. "This is good," he said. "Excellent German-ing."

[imafuturist]

"No knee-jerk reaction to the combination of facial hair and speaking German?" he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "As long as you don't ask for fondue, we're fine."

[imafuturist]

"Fondue?" Tony asked, already mentally crossing that off a list of things to do.

It was already low on the list at least.

[heroic_jawline]

"You don't know that story?" Steve asked, shaking his head and chuckling. "Howard was giving me a ride in his plane so I could drop in on Bucky's POW camp, and while he's dodging enemy fire, he's asking Peg if she wants to swing by Lucerne for a late-night fondue." His ears turned red. "I thought it sounded...suggestive."

[imafuturist]

"Oh my god, I can never eat fondue again," Tony replied, blinking at that. And then the horror turned to amusement. "You thought it was suggestive."

Not an terribly wrong assessment of Howard, though.

[heroic_jawline]

"He had a tone!" Steve said defensively.

[imafuturist]

"I don't doubt you at all," Tony assured him. "Now I got to know what you thought it was."

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"I thought he was propositioning Peggy," Steve said, embarrassed. "And then when I asked her about it later, she shot at me."

[imafuturist]

Aww. Poor Steve.

"How long before you figured it out?"

[heroic_jawline]

"Howard had to explain exactly what fondue was," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"I am so sorry," Tony said, trying very hard not to laugh.

He was still laughing, though.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve poked him in the shoulder. "Thanks for the support," he said dryly.

[imafuturist]

"It's adorable?" Tony tried. "It honestly is. Hand to god."

[heroic_jawline]

"I wasn't really going for adorable," Steve said, "but getting you to smile is never a bad thing."

[imafuturist]

...you adorable little bastard.

Tony smiled again a little more private and personal. "At lease you aren't still calling sex fondue," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm not," Steve said, ears going pink.

[imafuturist]

"Progress, we'll say," Tony said, nudging his foot against Steve's.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled back, more than happy to let Tony's foot explore a bit. "So what do you recommend here, or should we ask the glowering lady behind the bar?"

[imafuturist]

Which was good because now as Tony was all for idly touching Steve as he leaned forward a little against the table. "I'm a little afraid to ask for a recommendation, to be honest," he said, glancing over at where they where being glared at.

[heroic_jawline]

"She is pretty intimidating," Steve said, reaching for the menu. "Okay, so...Fleish is meat, right?"

[imafuturist]

"Got it in one," Tony said, looking down at his own menu. "Maybe if we pick things at random it'll be an adventure."

Or they end up with blood sausage.

[heroic_jawline]

"Sounds fun," said the man who ate everything but fondue.