'Ever put one of these on' he asks, and despite how zoned-out Steve is, he breaks into a quiet giggle. Oh, Tony. It's strangely endearing when he asks that kind of question, or makes it otherwise clear he doesn't think Steve knows about some 'modern' convenience that has actually existed in some form since before Steve himself was born. (What's your thing, Pilates? It's like calisthenics. Yeah, except it was used to rehabilitate injured soldiers from the first World War...)
Benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe he's assuming Steve's innocence rather than the newness of this fascinating rubbery innovation, and he can't be blamed for that. Steve comes over to the bed and sets the lotion down, then quietly undoes his belt, the fly of his pants, grinning at Tony the whole time. When he answers, his voice is still raw--he's legitimately scrambled here--but he can form complete sentences:
"They used to give those out free to servicemen. Somewhere in the Smithsonian archives there's footage of me puttin' one of 'em on a zucchini, Tony. For a PSA. Put it on before you put it in! I couldn't keep a straight face and they decided it was too explicit to release."
Naked, he tosses his pants toward a chair, misses, then thinks better of it and turns and bends to pick them up, and if Tony thinks he's not being given a show deliberately, he's still underestimating Steve's ability to be devious. Once that's handled, he comes closed and puts a knee on the edge of the bed by Tony's hip, and gently takes the packet from his fingers. "And we used to put 'em over the barrels of our rifles to keep out the rain," he adds.
"Son, I've been using condoms since before you were born." Haha, 'son'. He's definitely not thinking clearly if he's talking like that. Captain-America-ing in bed is far from his normal default mode.
Although it's not unlike him to drift into reminiscence when he's stressed. He's been in and out of it since the Raft. That's hardly a surprise. The amused, almost-tender look on his face as he peers down at Tony might be, though.
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Benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe he's assuming Steve's innocence rather than the newness of this fascinating rubbery innovation, and he can't be blamed for that. Steve comes over to the bed and sets the lotion down, then quietly undoes his belt, the fly of his pants, grinning at Tony the whole time. When he answers, his voice is still raw--he's legitimately scrambled here--but he can form complete sentences:
"They used to give those out free to servicemen. Somewhere in the Smithsonian archives there's footage of me puttin' one of 'em on a zucchini, Tony. For a PSA. Put it on before you put it in! I couldn't keep a straight face and they decided it was too explicit to release."
Naked, he tosses his pants toward a chair, misses, then thinks better of it and turns and bends to pick them up, and if Tony thinks he's not being given a show deliberately, he's still underestimating Steve's ability to be devious. Once that's handled, he comes closed and puts a knee on the edge of the bed by Tony's hip, and gently takes the packet from his fingers. "And we used to put 'em over the barrels of our rifles to keep out the rain," he adds.
"Son, I've been using condoms since before you were born." Haha, 'son'. He's definitely not thinking clearly if he's talking like that. Captain-America-ing in bed is far from his normal default mode.
Although it's not unlike him to drift into reminiscence when he's stressed. He's been in and out of it since the Raft. That's hardly a surprise. The amused, almost-tender look on his face as he peers down at Tony might be, though.