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Athens International Airport, Greece - Friday Afternoon

Steve spent the holiday with his scattered team while Tony had spent it with his own. Which was much less upsetting than it seemed like it ought to have been to take time apart after... everything.

But it could have been because they were going to meet back up.

Which was why Tony was keeping a low profile by the Portalocity section of this airport, waiting for Steve to arrive. Not being impatient about it at all. Don't be ridiculous.

[for the guy!]

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"Don't jump to conclusions about strangers, Mr. Stark," Steve said. "It's unkind."

"Yes, sir, Captain America, sir," he teased.

"I'm glad you've learned your lesson," Steve said. "Now stay in school and don't use drugs."

"I was in school awful long, don't I get some kind of reward for that?" Tony asked, leaning in for another kiss.

Steve laughed. "What do you have in mind? I think I have stickers and voting registrations."

"We have a very big bed waiting for us," Tony said, leaning heavily into him.

Steve cheeks went pink. "We do, don't we?"

His hands slid around Tony's waist.

"Or we can watch the waves," Tony suggested softly. "Just as long as I'm with you."

Steve nudged his nose against Tony's. "I'm a big fan of the first suggestion."

"Good," Tony murmured, kissing him again.

Steve sighed softly, swaying into Tony. "Anyone ever mention what a swell kisser you are?"

"Mostly just you these days," he teased.

"I'm okay with that," Steve said, grinning. "Take me to bed."

"Yes, darling," he murmured, pressing him back toward the room.

Steve shivered. "I love when you call me that."

"Well, you are," Tony replied. "So very darling."

Steve blushed. "I am?"

"Very much so," Tony hummed, crowding into his space.

Steve let out a happy little noise and pulled Tony closer. He'd missed the touching, too.

"Too hedonistic to get shirtless up here?" he asked.

"Never," Tony insisted. But he was very much biased.

Steve pulled his shirt off over his head. "I had a feeling you'd answer that way."

"Very, very nice," Tony said, kissing a trail along Steve's chest.

"Well, I work out," Steve said teasingly, leaning back against the yacht's railing.

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