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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[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.

[callmequeenbee]

"I meant for me," she said, rolling her eyes. "I deserve a pizza just for me."

[heroic_jawline]

"The answer to this question is very important to our friendship," Steve said. "Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?"

[imafuturist]

"He has a hang up on it," Tony said, taking the other end of the couch this time to sprawl out on.

[callmequeenbee]

"It can be good," Jan replied with an imperious little sniff, just daring Steve to say something.

[heroic_jawline]

"How is everyone in this century so wrong?" Steve whined.

[imafuturist]

"Poor baby," Tony coped. "How will you cope?"

[callmequeenbee]

"I think he's just sad they didn't have it back then," Jan added thoughtfully.

[heroic_jawline]

"We had pineapple," Steve said. "We just put it in normal things, like pie."

Pineapple meringue pie isn't normal, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"Pineapple pie?" Tony was mostly picturing their pie disaster, so...

[callmequeenbee]

"I'd try it," Jan pronounced after some consideration as well. "I should have gotten the ingredients for Mai Tais."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'll find someone to make one," Steve said. Because he remembered the apple pie disaster. "What do you have around? We're easy."

[imafuturist]

"Water for me," Tony said with a heavy sigh. Blows to the head weren't any fun.

[callmequeenbee]

"I have wine," Jan said, giving Tony a little look for the water thing. She would mother hen him too soon enough.

[heroic_jawline]

"He took a bump to the head," Steve said, happily selling him out.

[imafuturist]

"Judas," Tony grumbled, sinking down into the couch a little more. "I'm fine. Barely even hurts."

[callmequeenbee]

Which meant Steve was cruelly--cruelly--abandoned in favor of latching onto Tony to check his eyes for signs of a concussion.

Man, their lives made things strange.

"You better not be lying."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was fine being abandoned if it meant Tony was getting properly fussed at. He placed his hand on Tony's knee and shoved over to make more room.

[imafuturist]

"I'm not lying. Shouldn't you be making him into your patriotic pillow right now?" Oh, Tony. Deflection worked with other people, but less so here.

[callmequeenbee]

"I can do both!" Possibly by laying across them both. Yep. That was the plan now.