Apartment Above Stark Industries, Valentine's Day

[imafuturist]

There wasn't a massive stuffed animal or way, way too many flowers waiting for Steve in the apartment this year. If only because Tony had learned his lesson about those. Kind of.

He hadn't learned his lesson about making reservations at places that Steve could never, ever learn the real price tag of.

And there were still just a few dozen roses in hiding for when Steve finished getting ready to go. Look, he was doing his best at being restrained here!

[for the guy!]

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[heroic_jawline]

"No, I'm interested in seeing where this goes," Steve said. "Last year's was excellent."

[imafuturist]

"You were just happy with the sweets tray at the end," Tony replied. "Or how... squiffy the wine made me."

[heroic_jawline]

"Little bit of both things," Steve said with a grin. "That wine was really good."

And cost soooooo much.

[imafuturist]

Don't pay any mind to the cost, Steve!

"I hope you'll like the wine with this menu as well."

Because of course it was gonna be expensive.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "Did you look for that just for me?" he asked, touched.

[imafuturist]

"It's Valentine's Day." That was a yes.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's face lit up. "I love you, too."

[imafuturist]

Tony kissed him on the cheek again. "I'm just setting the bar too high for you to find someone new," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm not looking," Steve told him sincerely. "At all."

[imafuturist]

"Thank god for that. You've ruined me for anyone else with that suit," he said, tugging Steve into the hotel and restaurant.

[heroic_jawline]

"This looks amazing, Tony," Steve said, speaking in a hushed voice like he was in a library or a cathedral.

[imafuturist]

"Our room here has an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower," Tony whispered back, smiling and nodding as they were hurried along to their table.

Well, it was safe to say it was going to be on par with the last place in service.

[heroic_jawline]

"Really?" Steve beamed at him. "Not just a picture of the Eiffel Tower?"

[imafuturist]

Tony snickered against his shoulder, trying to keep it quiet. "I promise, you'll see it and be wooed by how Parisian it all is."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm very wooed, I promise," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

Tony beamed at him, darting a little ahead to pull out Steve's chair for him. Since he was wooing him and all. "After you, mon amour."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's cheeks went pink. "Sap," he said fondly as he sat down. "Feeling like just dressing nicely wasn't much of a gift."

[imafuturist]

"Are you kidding? It's the best gift," Tony replied with a bright smile. Because, to him, it really was.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve squeezed Tony's fingers in reply. "I'll come up with something else," he promised.

[imafuturist]

"Just you is perfect," Tony replied, bringing their joined hands up to kiss Steve's knuckles.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now tell me about our dinner."

Because emoooootions.

[imafuturist]

ALL THE EMOTIONS.

"It's a smaller menu than the last place, but more wine." Tony, no.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "Trying to get me squiffy?" he asked.

[imafuturist]

"Objections?" Tony asked as their first glass was poured for them.

[heroic_jawline]

"None," Steve said, smiling. "I trust you."