Apartment Above Stark Industries, Monday Morning

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Well, that'd been an interesting end of the week.

Or something.

Tony was somehow still cleaning up after the party, frowning at the disturbing collection of chip flavors leftover from it.

"Maybe Kitty would like them?" he muttered to himself. Pregnant women were supposed to have odd cravings, right?

[for that fella!]

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"I don't smoke and more," Steve said with a grin.

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"I cannot believe you smoked to begin with," Tony said, looking like someone told him Santa wasn't real.

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"In my defense, I was told to do that by a doctor," Steve said.

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Tony huffed, shifting to get comfortable basically curling up all around and on top of him. "Ugh, the dark ages."

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"It wasn't all bad," Steve said, tucking his head on top of Tony's.

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Aggressive cuddling in the face of moderate trauma was a normal thing, right?

"Oh? Do tell."

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It was normal for them!

"Well, celery soda, for one--" Steve teased.

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"Nope," Tony cut him off immediately, silencing him with a kiss.

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Steve hummed happily at the kiss, pulling Tony in closer. "Now you can kiss me like you mean it, 'stead of like someone who'll break."

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"I didn't want to break my first boyfriend," Tony muttered, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder for balance so he could kiss him just like this Steve wanted.

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Steve laughed. "I'm now your first boyfriend too?"

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"If we count time travel, yes," Tony said, rolling his eyes in fond exasperation. "Didn't get my first kiss, though."

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"How far back do I have to go to get there first?" Steve asked, smiling.

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"I was twelve," Tony replied, kissing him again. "You?"

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"Much older," Steve said, blushing.

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"Does it help that I'd prefer to have done it with someone else?" Tony asked, brushing a thumb over Steve's cheek and smiling at the blush.

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"Maybe a little," Steve said, smiling back.

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"It was at a party," Tony said, playing with Steve's hair. "Spin the bottle type thing."

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"And you got the wrong person?" Steve asked, eyes closing.

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"Eh, he wasn't bad." He paused before correcting himself, "Then."

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"Then?" Steve asked, cracking an eye open again.

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"His father was a lot like Howard, but with less scruples," Tony replied with a little shrug.

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Steve tightened his grip on Tony, providing support even if he was twenty-something years too late. "Was the bottle landing there pure chance?" he asked.

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"I should think so." It was honestly debatable. "He was a friend. Sort of."

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And having ridiculously brilliant but socially unsure young Tony fresh in his mind made Steve a little hypervigilant. "Was it at least a good kiss?" he asked. "Even if he turned out to be a stinker of a person?"