You just want to hear more about my torrid affairs, is what he wants to say to Tony, and doesn't. He's not sure he'd take that well to embarrassment, or even ribbing from a stranger. Which he is to this Steve, at least until he can prove himself.
On the other hand, Tony has a point. Steve gives other people pep talks. He rarely receives them, and rarely takes them in graciously, because he's a knee-jerk contrarian. And kind of a little shit. From the expression on his younger self's face, Steve thinks that what he's said has rung true to him, but maybe something more is a good idea.
He wants to tell him about Bucky. You can get him back. You can still save him. That would be a disaster. He'd be gone in the blink of an eye, and nothing would stand in the way of him going after his old friend. He's got to know, but not yet. Instead, Steve opts to split the difference between his urge and Tony's, and sighs.
"You don't have to do it alone, though," he tells him quietly. "You're gonna find friends in unexpected places, whether I point you to them or not. Like that dive in Des Moines. And the Shangri-La Inn."
He smiles, half from nostalgia on his own behalf. "Coconut cream pie with Hershey's chocolate ice cream on the side. Absolutely no nuts."
The Shangri-La hadn't had room service. It was a cheap little hourly-rate hole, but his photographer buddy had walked to the cafe across the street and brought food back for him, just as a ploy to keep him naked and in bed for another couple hours. It had worked.
Usually, he prefers apple, but damn that pie had been good.
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Date: 2018-07-20 04:35 pm (UTC)On the other hand, Tony has a point. Steve gives other people pep talks. He rarely receives them, and rarely takes them in graciously, because he's a knee-jerk contrarian. And kind of a little shit. From the expression on his younger self's face, Steve thinks that what he's said has rung true to him, but maybe something more is a good idea.
He wants to tell him about Bucky. You can get him back. You can still save him. That would be a disaster. He'd be gone in the blink of an eye, and nothing would stand in the way of him going after his old friend. He's got to know, but not yet. Instead, Steve opts to split the difference between his urge and Tony's, and sighs.
"You don't have to do it alone, though," he tells him quietly. "You're gonna find friends in unexpected places, whether I point you to them or not. Like that dive in Des Moines. And the Shangri-La Inn."
He smiles, half from nostalgia on his own behalf. "Coconut cream pie with Hershey's chocolate ice cream on the side. Absolutely no nuts."
The Shangri-La hadn't had room service. It was a cheap little hourly-rate hole, but his photographer buddy had walked to the cafe across the street and brought food back for him, just as a ploy to keep him naked and in bed for another couple hours. It had worked.
Usually, he prefers apple, but damn that pie had been good.