"It's nothing personal," Steve says archly, evidently still doubting Tony's taste in pizza. "It's not you so much as I doubt the modern world's ability to make pizza that isn't a sugary, textureless, bland disc of cholesterol."
Which may be disheartening for the younger Steve to hear, but it's best he know now how difficult it is to find the kind of pizza he was used to as a young man. He'll cope.
He seems mildly surprised when Tony stops walking and asks his question. "Because I figured we're obvious? Or at least I am, to myself. He was already going to meet other-Tony with the idea that we're sleeping together in his head. And you have no idea how lonely he--how lonely I was at this time. SHIELD...didn't do such a great job with me. I didn't make it easy for them, I guess, but dumping me in an apartment with an undercover agent down the hall to keep an eye on me wasn't much help. Maybe if I'd had something other than work to hold onto sooner, I wouldn't--"
Pause, sigh. "Doesn't matter. He's getting Bucky back; he'll figure things out from there, one way or the other."
He leans against the wall beside Stark, slumping a little. "Nah. It's not that hard, as long as you don't mind rough accommodations. You ever been camping?"
There's a sly smile on his lips, but something more serious still lingering in his eyes.
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Date: 2018-07-24 08:42 pm (UTC)Which may be disheartening for the younger Steve to hear, but it's best he know now how difficult it is to find the kind of pizza he was used to as a young man. He'll cope.
He seems mildly surprised when Tony stops walking and asks his question. "Because I figured we're obvious? Or at least I am, to myself. He was already going to meet other-Tony with the idea that we're sleeping together in his head. And you have no idea how lonely he--how lonely I was at this time. SHIELD...didn't do such a great job with me. I didn't make it easy for them, I guess, but dumping me in an apartment with an undercover agent down the hall to keep an eye on me wasn't much help. Maybe if I'd had something other than work to hold onto sooner, I wouldn't--"
Pause, sigh. "Doesn't matter. He's getting Bucky back; he'll figure things out from there, one way or the other."
He leans against the wall beside Stark, slumping a little. "Nah. It's not that hard, as long as you don't mind rough accommodations. You ever been camping?"
There's a sly smile on his lips, but something more serious still lingering in his eyes.