"I'm supposed to provide for you, huh? Does that make me your sugar daddy? I never thought I'd see the day." For the first time, dimly, it occurs to Steve that Tony has never really lived without huge amounts of money at his disposal, aside from in captivity which really doesn't count. If they survive this and somehow get a chance to settle somewhere, that's going to be an interesting experience. Tony, he's sure, knows how to budget for large scale projects but he's never had to live on peanut butter and cereal for three days to make sure he doesn't run out of gas money before his next paycheck comes in.
Not an issue right now; they have bigger fish to fry. A big purple fish with an oversized chin. He files it away in the back of his mind, though, in case it becomes important later.
Tony is not wrong about Steve's devotion to baseball. He hasn't had chances to watch or read about all the games ever played since he came out of the ice, but the ones he was aware of at the time, he remembers. Also a couple World Cup matches and some horses, which he has never bet on, but he kinda likes to watch the Triple Crown races when he can. Placing sports bets would be less fun than actually playing games, but Steve is along for the ride either way, and has no qualms about using their advantage here.
He has a bit of a spring in his step, the cheer of a man living in the moment and determinedly not thinking about what's to come or what has recently passed. He gives a sly shrug at Tony's question, peering at him out of the corner of his eye. "Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face..." He sings softly.
He listens to the radio a lot. Apparently he has an eidetic memory for pop music, too.
"But not every time, no! Just when I felt like one of you needed the experience of losing."
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Date: 2018-07-26 01:11 pm (UTC)Not an issue right now; they have bigger fish to fry. A big purple fish with an oversized chin. He files it away in the back of his mind, though, in case it becomes important later.
Tony is not wrong about Steve's devotion to baseball. He hasn't had chances to watch or read about all the games ever played since he came out of the ice, but the ones he was aware of at the time, he remembers. Also a couple World Cup matches and some horses, which he has never bet on, but he kinda likes to watch the Triple Crown races when he can. Placing sports bets would be less fun than actually playing games, but Steve is along for the ride either way, and has no qualms about using their advantage here.
He has a bit of a spring in his step, the cheer of a man living in the moment and determinedly not thinking about what's to come or what has recently passed. He gives a sly shrug at Tony's question, peering at him out of the corner of his eye. "Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face..." He sings softly.
He listens to the radio a lot. Apparently he has an eidetic memory for pop music, too.
"But not every time, no! Just when I felt like one of you needed the experience of losing."