Private Island Near Skyros, Greece, Wednesday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

After everything that had happened at the end of the summer, it was decided that a vacation away was the best possible thing. The fact that it was a private island was probably not exactly what Steve had expected, but there they were. Because, yes, Tony did in fact own a private island that he'd forgotten about.

It had probably been an investment? Or just following that trend maybe. Who really knew?

Either way, the waters were beautifully blue and they were a boat ride away from any local population.

"I'm moving here," Tony said, lounging in one of the sun beds. He was pretending he could live unplugged like this for an extended period of time.

[for the captain]

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[heroic_jawline]

"The wifi's spotty," Steve teased, eyes closed.

[imafuturist]

"Liar," replied, nudging at Steve with his foot. "I'm Tony Stark after all."

[heroic_jawline]

Steve smiled. "I could tell based on all of the Stark-branded towels around the place," he said. "JARVIS running this for you as a B&B?"

[imafuturist]

"Well, he likes to be helpful." It was trying to recoop the money spent maintaining the place.

[heroic_jawline]

"He's done an excellent job," Steve said with a smile, "even if he's gone slightly overboard on the branding."

Like his tiny little Stark-printed swim shorts.

[imafuturist]

Tony glanced over at him over his sunglasses. "I think you look good."

He would.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve blushed all the way to the waist of said tiny, tiny shorts. "You're biased."

His phone pinged. "Nat," he said, glancing at the screen. "Says Patriot ate her shoe again."

[imafuturist]

"She shouldn't have left them down for him," Tony replied. Because he was cruel and held no pity.

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm telling her you said tht," Steve said, typing away. "So she'll hit you and not me."

[imafuturist]

"She'll have to catch me," Tony replied with a grin. "I'm wily."

[heroic_jawline]

"She's Natasha," Steve said, believing that to be an effective enough counter-argument.

[imafuturist]

"I'll buy her new shoes." That was the only answer.

[heroic_jawline]

"That is very wise of you," Steve said with a little smile, scooting his lounge chair closer so he could rest his head near Tony's.

[imafuturist]

Tony sighed, lifting his hand to pat Steve on the cheek. "You can buy her wine to pay for watching the dog."

[heroic_jawline]

"It's going to end up being a lot of wine," Steve said. "We should probably find some here. Do people like Greek wine?"

[imafuturist]

"Yes," Tony laughed, resting his head against Steve's. "We'll see about the local wines."

[heroic_jawline]

"It's just an excuse to day drink but I think it could be fun," Steve said, ruffling Tony's hair and pulling him onto his shoulder.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, like you're morally opposed to day drinking," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"I am not," Steve agreed, smiling slowly. "But I am going to go for a swim soon. Sitting around all day makes me twitchy."

[imafuturist]

"I'll come with to play lifeguard." Ogle. He meant ogle.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's eyebrow arched. "How magnanimous of you."

[imafuturist]

"I try," Tony replied, rolling onto his side to kiss him.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him back, sliding his hand down Tony's sun-warmed skin. "Hate how easily you tan," he teased.

[imafuturist]

"Can't help my Italian heritage," Tony replied, arching into the touch like a cat.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve gave him a helpful little scritch along his spine. "Gave you gorgeous eyes, too. I'm not complainin' too hard."