Tony's Workshop in the Tiniest Version of the Stark Tower, Friday Evening

[imafuturist]

Tony had meant to do something nice for Steve after they got back from their class and all the snow involved in it. He'd really meant to. But instead he'd immediately gotten pulled into a project after a phone call from his R&D department back in New York, needing a solution before Pepper got an ulcer from the stress.

Which meant he went straight to the lab to work it out. And then that turned into tinkering with his dozens of other Stark Industries based projects in various states of completion.

And then from there, he was working on a version of the suit. Mark... look, the number wasn't important. The important thing was that he'd forgotten the original plan. Which he'd realize at some point, right?

[for the hubbie]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve laughed. "Go on."

[imafuturist]

"You're making fun of me," Tony huffed, leaving his spoon in this empty bowl to pick at the remaining banchan.

[heroic_jawline]

"Not at all," Steve said. "I want to know about the licensing issues!"

[imafuturist]

Hopefully Steve was prepared for a full on lecture. It involved so much more on business law that Captain America ever needed to know.

But it also got them to the point in the movie where the love story was peaking.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve got a little misty eyed because of course he did. "This isn't so bad."

It was terrible, but he loved it.

[imafuturist]

Tony snorted, leaning into his side fully to enjoy the story. Well, mostly enjoy Steve enjoying it.

"Sap."

[heroic_jawline]

"Shh, it's good."

[imafuturist]

Tony laughed quietly, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and using his shoulder as a pillow as they watched.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve kissed the top of Tony's head. "I love you."

[imafuturist]

"Love you too, sweetheart."

[heroic_jawline]

"Please don't buy me a bakery vineyard," Steve added.

[imafuturist]

"How about just a plain vineyard?" For retirement!

[heroic_jawline]

"Do you know anything about vine..ing?"

That's not what it's called at all, Steve.

[imafuturist]

"...we could hire people for that." The vining, that is.

[heroic_jawline]

"We don't need to have a vineyard," Steve said.

[imafuturist]

"Maybe we can rent one," Tony suggested. "For vacation."

[heroic_jawline]

"To visit and drink wine and not work," Steve checked.

[imafuturist]

"Not unless you want to." You know. Be a real Lucille Ball.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve grinned over at him. "Do you want to?"

[imafuturist]

"I'd rather watch you get all sweaty and dirty," Tony admitted with a sly glance.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve grinned. "Guess we both have a thing about manual labor."

[imafuturist]

"It makes perfect sense for me," Tony replied. "Rich boy and all."

[heroic_jawline]

"I just like you grubby," Steve said, smiling.

[imafuturist]

"You like to make a mess of me," he teased.

[heroic_jawline]

"I really do," Steve said.