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]

"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.

[imafuturist]

"I'll pass and live in ignorance for this one," Tony replied with a solemn nod.

[heroic_jawline]

"How brave of you," Steve teased.

[imafuturist]

"I am a treasure and a delight," Tony replied, tapping him on the chest. "Caught myself a dashing older man and everything."

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm the older man today?" Steve asked, laughing. "Does that mean I can order celery soda and not get teased?"

[imafuturist]

"Oh no, I have to tease. It's in the wedding contract. Clause 56 C."

He totally pulled that out of his ass.

[heroic_jawline]

"Oh, I never read past clause 40," Steve said, tsking. "That's on me."

[imafuturist]

"Oh, you should have gotten further in, there are some really good clauses on where we're allowed to get pizza too."

Weirdly? All in Manhattan.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve snickered, dragging Tony towards the food carts. "Really. Any in Jersey?"

[imafuturist]

"No, that would involve going to New Jersey," Tony replied with an affronted tone. "Also not on the list: Long Island and Staten Island."

Weird!

[heroic_jawline]

"Or Connecticut," Steve added. "Or Chicago."

The horrors, Tony. The. horrors.

[imafuturist]

"The pizza is a casserole!" Guys, must you?

[heroic_jawline]

Of course they must!

"If you have to eat it with a fork, you're doing it wrong," Steve declared, going full Brooklyn in the attitude if not the accent.

[imafuturist]

"Right?" They were never allowed in the Midwest. Never.

[heroic_jawline]

"Right!"

Steven.

"Let's get halal chicken first," he added.

[imafuturist]

"With garlic sauce," Tony agreed. If they both had it, it'd be fine.

[heroic_jawline]

"Extra garlic sauce," Steve said eagerly. "And a hot dog." The hot dog might cancel the halal chicken.

[imafuturist]

"And then tacos and then pizza," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"It's like you know me," Steve said with a grin. "Anything you're hungry for?"

[imafuturist]

Tony hummed and considered it as he curled his arm around Steve's. "Next time we'll have to do dim sum, don't you think?"

[heroic_jawline]

"I like dim sum," Steve said eagerly.

There wasn't a lot of food he didn't like! Other than Chicago-style pizza, of course.