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]

"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.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave a surprised laugh. "Hello there."

[imafuturist]

"This is what you get with the esteemed Janet Van Dyne." Tony said dryly. It wasn't as though he was really upset about this, though. He missed Jan dearly sometimes.

[callmequeenbee]

"Shh, you two. Mariah Carey is singing."

Also, she was comfortable.

[heroic_jawline]

"Is that what we're calling it," Steve muttered judgmentally.

[imafuturist]

Tony muffled a laugh, reaching over the back of the couch to brush his fingers against Steve's neck affectionately. "That's what they're calling it."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave Tony a soft smile in reply. "It's certainly...something."