Five days is a long time to have to live off of one account for most people, but it really is a pittance to Tony. He doesn’t want to come right out and say that it could be months before accounting sees odd or conflicting charges and escalates them up to Pepper. Telling a guy like Steve that sleeping in five star hotels and eating room service every day is nothing. He’s a little more sensitive to the way Rogers grew up than he had been, mostly because trying to deal around Peter’s poverty had been eye opening. Tony has never had to think about money. He wants something and he gets it. Peter and his aunt made due with so much less—
But throwing money around us the only way they’re going to do this properly. And if trying to shield his stupid amount of money, guiltily, from Steve means that they need to find another source of income? Well Tony has a thought about that.
He’s a little surprised to have the blond take his arm. It’s not bad, but just different. Unexpected. Pepper’s done that sometimes, a casual touch, and for a moment, Tony aches for that. For Pepper, yes, but also for the normalcy of a relationship. Steve is hitting all of the right buttons without knowing he’s hitting them and Tony lets his hip tuck inwards slightly, so that they’re walking closer together.
It’s 2012. DOMA hasn’t been eradicated. Marriage between gay people hasn’t been won. This is, however, New York. Brooklyn. The neighborhood is liberal. No one notices them, either as two men walking in step or for who they are. And Tony, for all of his glitz and his pomp and his prestige, likes it. Just this once.
He looks up at Steve in profile as they hit the other side of the street, somewhat admiringly and momentarily absorbed in him. That’s a nice feeling too, one that makes sense to him.
“I don’t think anyone will notice, but if your memory is as good as you say it is, how do you feel about some friendly wagers?” They’re an hour and a half from Atlantic City. That’s no Vegas but they probably shouldn’t be seen in a place the other Stark frequents.
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Date: 2018-07-25 11:25 am (UTC)But throwing money around us the only way they’re going to do this properly. And if trying to shield his stupid amount of money, guiltily, from Steve means that they need to find another source of income? Well Tony has a thought about that.
He’s a little surprised to have the blond take his arm. It’s not bad, but just different. Unexpected. Pepper’s done that sometimes, a casual touch, and for a moment, Tony aches for that. For Pepper, yes, but also for the normalcy of a relationship. Steve is hitting all of the right buttons without knowing he’s hitting them and Tony lets his hip tuck inwards slightly, so that they’re walking closer together.
It’s 2012. DOMA hasn’t been eradicated. Marriage between gay people hasn’t been won. This is, however, New York. Brooklyn. The neighborhood is liberal. No one notices them, either as two men walking in step or for who they are. And Tony, for all of his glitz and his pomp and his prestige, likes it. Just this once.
He looks up at Steve in profile as they hit the other side of the street, somewhat admiringly and momentarily absorbed in him. That’s a nice feeling too, one that makes sense to him.
“I don’t think anyone will notice, but if your memory is as good as you say it is, how do you feel about some friendly wagers?” They’re an hour and a half from Atlantic City. That’s no Vegas but they probably shouldn’t be seen in a place the other Stark frequents.