Central Park, NYC - Tuesday Evening

[imafuturist]

So Steve was back to normal, but that didn't stop him from wanting to go on a walk. And what better place to go walking and enjoy the tail end of summer than to head on back to New York for a date night?

Okay, so maybe there were plenty of other places that didn't involve the heat or the faint summer scent of garbage. But they were New Yorkers and therefore in New York, smell and all. At least they probably didn't have to worry about any kind of alien invasions.

Hopefully.

[for the husband!]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve nudged Tony's shoulder and smiled. "I don't want to chase that ball any more," he said, pointing at a black lab chasing a tennis ball down.

[imafuturist]

"I'm very proud of you," he teased, leaning into Steve's side.

[heroic_jawline]

"Do I get a treat?" Steve asked.

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Tony tugged him over for a kiss. "Good boy."

They were ridiculous and terrible.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed as he pulled away. "That was very sweet."

And terrible. But sweet.

[imafuturist]

Tony smiled and threaded their fingers together to hold his hand. "Well, I was alone and heartbroken for a whole week."

He had two dogs and a building full of people.

[heroic_jawline]

"I didn't disappear," Steve said. "I was...differently supportive." He had been supportive through requesting belly rubs! And treats! And hogging allllll of the bed.

[imafuturist]

"Is that what we're calling it?" he asked with a laugh.

[heroic_jawline]

"I like the sound of it," Steve said with another smile, squeezing Tony's hand. "It makes me sound less like a golden retriever for a week."

[imafuturist]

"But you were a very cute golden retriever for the week at least," Tony replied. "Managed to tire out Patty after a few days too."

Which was a talent.

[heroic_jawline]

"His legs are so short," Steve said, laughing.

[imafuturist]

"And yet he still manages to make it up all those stairs," Tony replied with a wide grin. "I feel like he takes after you."

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"Stubborn and unwilling to acknowledge his limitations?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

That was Steve to a tee.

"You make it sound so appealing," Tony drawled.

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"But he's cute about it," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"And so are you," Tony replied, tugging him into another kiss.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed him back, smiling against Tony's mouth. "I love you," he said. "We should get food."

Steve, such a romantic!

[imafuturist]

"You want food from a cart," Tony murmured back at him.

[heroic_jawline]

"I want food from many carts," Steve admitted.

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed and gave him a playful shove. "Alright, alright. You're so lucky that you can't really get food poisoning, you know."

[heroic_jawline]

"Are you saying that you don't have complete faith in the inspection prowess of the city of New York?" Steve asked.

[imafuturist]

"Sweetheart, if you think any of those carts are cleaned more than twice a year, you're fooling yourself," he said, laughing and pulling Steve along.

[heroic_jawline]

"The hot dog water too, probably," Steve said. "Maybe it should be studied for science."

[imafuturist]

"A whole ecosystem in each cart!"

They were utterly ridiculous.

[heroic_jawline]

"I bet you could ask for samples," Steve said earnestly. The hot dog vendor might not be nearly as receptive, but Steve was optimistic.