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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[imafuturist]

"I think that was cheating, Steve." But he said it like he approved of the ingenuity.

[heroic_jawline]

"Maybe," Steve said, drinking his beer. "But I didn't toboggan loudly through the hut or anything, so."

[imafuturist]

"And for that we all thank you," he replied, looking over the menu and idly rubbing his foot against Steve's calf.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled fondly. "I didn't play the drums, either. I was very good."

[imafuturist]

"I wanted to complain about not having someone to keep me warm, but you did provide coffee too," Tony added.

[heroic_jawline]

"It turns out that you sprawl," Steve teased. "Not ideal on a twin bunk bed."

Pfft, stand-up guy that he was, he'd put Tony to bed and gotten into his own.

[imafuturist]

Tony had to smile at that because he really was a stand up guy like that.

"I'm sort of used to larger beds," he agreed.

[heroic_jawline]

"When we get back home, maybe," Steve suggested with a shy smile.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled at him, pushing himself up for a quick kiss. "I'm going to order at random. Wish me luck with Frau Grumpy there."

[heroic_jawline]

"Good luck," Steve said. "Get more beer, too, in case you order something terrible."

[imafuturist]

For such an empty bar, you'd think they would be more eager for customers. Maybe they--meaning the bartender--just didn't like tourists. That could be it.

Tony returned not to long after with another beer for Steve and an amused look. "I think we may end up raiding the hut for food later."

[heroic_jawline]

"She wasn't that helpful?" Steve asked, laughing. "I thought you were more charming than that, Stark."

[imafuturist]

"I am very charming!" Tony objected. "Take me to Italy and I'll charm everyone."

[heroic_jawline]

"You're only charming in certain places?" Steve said. "Well, that's disappointing to hear."

[imafuturist]

"I'm just not meant for Germanic countries," Tony replied with a prim sniff.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed at him. "I'll be sure to remember," he said. "How are you in the Balkans? Or the Baltics? Is Japan okay?"

[imafuturist]

"I'm great there," he said. "This is just an anomaly. I'm not showing my full potential here."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve slid his foot along Tony's. "I'm still impressed," he said.

[imafuturist]

"Good. I was almost forced to pull out 'll the stops. Wine as old as you and all the caviar you want," Tony replied, leaning forward against the small table between them.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm just as happy with nachos," Steve admitted. "Caviar's not really my thing."

[imafuturist]

"Fancy wine and nachos then," he amended. "I wonder if I could find a place that would do a pairing of that."

Probably of offered the moneys, yes.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a lopsided grin. "You don't have to go out of your way like that, you know."

[imafuturist]

"You are going to find out that I like romance." But he was so subtle in it!

[heroic_jawline]

"Kind of lookin' forward to it," Steve said.

His romantic history was...sparse.

[imafuturist]

God help him with Tony then.

"Alright, tell me what your perfect date would be then," he said, taking a sip of his beer.