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]

"Never trust the crazy eyes," Steve agreed. "Gets you every time."

[callmequeenbee]

"Also, she's totally a Nazi," Jan added, sticking her tongue out at Tony before trying to push Steve onto the couch. Why were all the people she knew so dense?

[imafuturist]

Tony just raised his eyebrows at her, flopping over into an arm chair. "I hope you have food."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve sat a very polite distance away from Jan in case he still smelled like Eau de Subway. "Or we could make. Um. Toast?"

[callmequeenbee]

Nope, that wasn't allowed, Steve. She was using your shoulder as a pillow because Carol wasn't here and she was without a date this year.

"I can order pizza if you can wait for it to show up." On New Years Eve. God help them. "Tony isn't allowed in the kitchen, so you can make toast."

[imafuturist]

"We got hotdogs to hold over the hunger pains," Tony said, glancing at the pristine, perfectly untouched kitchen because literally no one in this apartment cooked.

[heroic_jawline]

"That poor guy looked like he was turning into a popsicle," Steve said sympathetically. "Why isn't Tony allowed in the kitchen? Did you hear about how he melted the microwave making a pie?"

[callmequeenbee]

"He did what?" she asked with complete glee. Steve, you needed to text her these things more often!

[imafuturist]

"...it was more an explosion," Tony muttered, sinking into the chair a little more as he watched the NYE coverage on TV. "He helped."

[heroic_jawline]

"That's why I stick to toast now," Steve said. "And takeout. We're really good at takeout."

[callmequeenbee]

"How do you think most of us survived when we lived together? It was all takeout," Jan said brightly. "Tony, can you order us some pizza?"

She jerked her head over to the kitchen and did some complicated things with her eyebrows to express what she needed him to do. Away from them.

[imafuturist]

Which got some equally complicated looks in response from Tony, but he sighed and pushed himself up.

"Don't break him, will you?"

[heroic_jawline]

Steve looked slightly worried. "Um?" he asked, turning his attention to Jan.

[callmequeenbee]

"Don't be rude!" Jan called after Tony before turning her focus on Steve. "Well... is he being nice? Do I have to hit him for you?"

Because she had to defend both of them.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed, blushing up to his ears. "He's being very nice. We're good. This whole thing feels surprisingly easy."

[callmequeenbee]

"Good," Jan said with a serious nod. "I'll hit you too, just so you know."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed her cheek swiftly. "Good to know someone else is lookin' out for him, too."

[callmequeenbee]

"And you," she replied, pleased with his reaction even as she gave his shoulder a little shove.

[heroic_jawline]

"And me too," Steve mumbled, blushing.

[callmequeenbee]

Jan pressed in for a quick hug. "But you're a good guy. I probably won't have to ask Rhodey to smack you for me," she teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"I appreciate that," Steve said, giving her a truly excellent hug.

[imafuturist]

"Do I get to come back anytime soon?" Tony asked, having ordered the pizza and spent some time checking text messages about ninjas from Barton.

[callmequeenbee]

"Ask Tony about Sunset sometime, okay?" Jan whispered before pulling away. If he really wanted to stick around for the long haul, he ought to know a little more about all that baggage.

"You better have ordered enough for all of us," she called back to Tony.

[heroic_jawline]

"He knows better at this point," Steve said, laughing. "I'm not fun when my blood sugar gets too low."

[imafuturist]

"Don't let him fool you. He ate half a dozen hotdogs on the way here," Tony said, coming back around with phone in hand to look at the pictures sent to him.