Penthouse Apartment of the Still Pretty Bitty Stark Industries Building, Tuesday Afternoon

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There was a casino themed party coming up and that of course meant Tony needed to hunt down the appropriate tuxedo for the occasion. Or find one that he could do something fun with to make it just a bit extra. You know. As you did when your name was Tony Stark.

"Steve, have you seen my Canali?" Tony shouted from inside the walk in closet of their bedroom.

It was bold of him to assume Steve knew what the hell he was talking about.

[for that guy]

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Steve grinned. "There's a spreadsheet?" he guessed.

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"It helps!" Mostly Tony's anxiety.

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"I'm sure it does," Steve said, pulling out yet another black suit. "Is this it?"

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Tony squinted at it for a moment. "Tom Ford."

This is what you married, Steve.

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Steve, whose expertise stopped at "black suit", nodded like he could figure that out. "Back it goes, then."

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"Maybe we'll get to a location where we can buy a new suit," Tony offered to spare Steve this needle in a needlestack.

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"Probably not West Virginia, though," Steve said with a grin.

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"Not unless it's in camo or something," Tony said with the dryness of a New Yorker stuck out in the country.

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"It would definitely surprise Liliana--"

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"Steve!" Tony gasped. "I could never wear camo. I'd never live it down! It'd be like you wearing a Boston Red Sox hat."

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"Well, when you put it that way," Steve said, "I see your point."

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"Thank you," Tony replied, nodding. "We have standards."

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"We do," Steve agreed, pulling out another suit. "This one?"

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"Ferragamo," Tony said after touching the material for a moment. "But close!"

He was totally assuming Steve was getting better at the difference in designers.

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That was very sweet but wrong, Tony.

"Thank you," Steve said, smiling.

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"Which, we should get you one," Tony said, holding it up to Steve's cheek to check it against his complexion. "Maybe a charcoal grey."

Let him dress you like a little Barbie doll, Steve.

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A Barbie doll with enormous shoulders. "What's wrong with blue?"

All of your suits were blue, Steve, or Army green.

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"Branching out doesn't hurt," Tony suggested. "And we can do blue accents."

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"Maybe," Steve said, tentatively agreeing.

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Tony grinned, leaning over to kiss him for it. "You won't regret it."

He might a little bit.

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Steve leaned in for a soft kiss. "I know I won't."

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"And we get to clean house at the poker table," Tony added because Liliana didn't understand that Tony couldn't help but count cards. Always.

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Steve laughed. "Well, of course. No craps?"

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"Well, maybe we can even it out there," Tony suggested.

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"Let people get some of their money back?" Steve replied.