New York City, Sunday - NYE

[imafuturist]

So, a monkey wrench in the plan of celebrating the new year with Jan came in the form of figuring out how to get there. Because getting a taxi or an Uber tonight was just impossible without waiting an hour or so.

That lead to dragging Steve onto the wonder of public transportation to get them where they needed to go this evening. This evening that they were claiming was one of the coldest New Years Eve's in over a century. Which was just tons of fun all around.

Which was clearly the only reason that Tony's PDA game was strong as he held onto Steve on the back of the subway car to keep him warm and hide his face against Steve's chest a little.

It was New York, people had seen way worse.

"Next stop we just pay extra for an Uber," Tony informed him.

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve made a face. "That was an awful, awful smell," he said. "Even for a subway."

[imafuturist]

"And you're from Brooklyn, you know bad smells." Tony.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve put him in a friendly little headlock for that. "I have no idea why I put up with you," he said, laughing.

[imafuturist]

"My winning personality?" Tony ventured, only struggling a little.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. "Definitely a part of it," he said sincerely.

[imafuturist]

"Ugh, it's freezing on my skin," Tony said, rubbing at the spot Steve kissed. "Next time we need to go somewhere warm."

[heroic_jawline]

"No argument here," Steve said. "Not a huge fan of cold and wet, myself."

Go figure.

"Hot dog guy!" he said, pointing.

He was already planning a huge tip because the guy had to be freezing.

[imafuturist]

At least he had heat from the cart? No one wanted a cold dog.

"Order one for me," Tony said, laughing at Steve's enthusiasm.

[heroic_jawline]

"Anything on it?"

If you say ketchup, a part of him will die, Tony.

[imafuturist]

He was tempted!

"Mustard and sauerkraut if you won't shun me for my breath after," he replied.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve grinned. "It just means I can get sauerkraut too!"

Dorks, the pair of them.

[imafuturist]

"God help the rest of the party," Tony said, snuggling in against Steve's side.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, I'm not planning on kissing any of them, so they'll deal," Steve decided, pulling Tony along to the poor hot dog vendor. "Six dogs with mustard and sauerkraut, please."

Just one was for Tony.

[imafuturist]

And that vendor didn't even blink at the order. Did not even look surprised.

"You're going to eat them as he makes them, aren't you?"

BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T HAVE FIVE HANDS, STEVE.

[heroic_jawline]

"Well, I'll hand you yours first," Steve said, "but...yeah."

[imafuturist]

"What a gentleman," he teased, pulling out cash to cover the hotdogs and a decent tip.

For Tony Stark.

[heroic_jawline]

The hot dog vendor's eyes probably bugged out a little, huh?

"Well, have to keep my best guy happy," Steve said, biting into his first hot dog.

[imafuturist]

Just a little!

"Your best guy?" That was a term that made Tony grin at him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Is that horribly old fashioned?"

[imafuturist]

"It's cute," Tony replied, leaning in to kiss him on the nose. "I'm not expected you to call me bae."

[heroic_jawline]

"Still can't convince me that's really a word, no," Steve replied, smiling.

[imafuturist]

"Whatever you say, old man," Tony replied, starting in on his own hotdog.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve would have stuck his tongue out but he was too busy eating his second and third hot dogs while the vendor was shaking his head ruefully and making the last two.

[imafuturist]

Tony shrugged like he couldn't be held responsible for this lug.

"Should I call you that? My best guy?"

[heroic_jawline]

"If you'd like," Steve said, blushing hard around his hot dog.

He'd love that.