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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[imafuturist]

"No, no, no," Tony said, clinging a little. "You're helping."

Oh yeah. Helping.

[heroic_jawline]

"But I'm not helping you sort," Steve teased, kissing him again.

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"Moral support," Tony suggested.

[heroic_jawline]

"Do you need moral support?" Steve asked.

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"From you?" Tony asked. "Always."

God, that was sappy.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve's smile softened. "Sap," he said, kissing him.

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"You love it," Tony replied confidently. Which was a nice thing if you asked him.

[heroic_jawline]

"I do," Steve said with a grin. "I like knowing you value my opinion."

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"Alway," Tony replied with another kiss. "Who else will keep me from going over the top?"

It was a team effort there, really.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve linked his fingers through Tony's and squeezed. "I do my best."