"Well, I didn't mean to live in," he snorts, but melts subtly into the touch. Whether it's a come-on or just lazy, tipsy affection he's not sure yet, but he wants as much of it as he can get, either way. "But between your engineering and my brute strength, I'm sure we could figure something out."
He's selling his own design skills a little short there, actually. They could make some kickass sand sculptures if they collaborated. But Steve wasn't even thinking about settling down so much as a pseudo-vacation. Probably he still pays lip service to that picket fence, kids and dog. Something ideal, something simple and wholesome, but something that's not meant for him. He can't come home. There's still an empty room, made all the more silent once the strains of patriotic music fade away.
He's not sure what he'd do with kids, anyway. They're so...small. Delicate. He remembers holding babies for pictures on the road with the stage show and being terrified of crushing them with his arms, without even realizing it was happening. He had nightmares. That terror has faded somewhat as he gained control of his body, but he's still not sure how to handle a child.
Regardless, he knows that smile on Tony's face. People like us, we don't get a break, we don't get a retirement, we don't get to grieve, and we don't get to apologize. Except...except he is getting to apologize, and they are, almost, getting a break, a small one in the midst of war. The rest could follow. Maybe not the retirement, but there's no harm in dreaming about it.
"Anything I want, huh?" He returns the kiss with a shiver and a sigh. "I can come up with something better than sandcastles, then."
That's supposed to be innuendo. And if Tony's going to stick his hand in Steve's back pocket, he's going to playfully tug at one of his belt loops.
"Will do," he agrees to the plan, although it takes him a moment to withdraw from the embrace. "You need to try the chocolate pie. I'll get you a piece."
He books a room for them quickly enough, and brings Tony the extra key before heading up to settle in and order. Steve's room service order is bound to be far more reasonable than Tony's last one, both in cost and in nutritional value. There will be salad. There will also be burgers, though, so that's something.
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Date: 2018-07-31 01:18 pm (UTC)He's selling his own design skills a little short there, actually. They could make some kickass sand sculptures if they collaborated. But Steve wasn't even thinking about settling down so much as a pseudo-vacation. Probably he still pays lip service to that picket fence, kids and dog. Something ideal, something simple and wholesome, but something that's not meant for him. He can't come home. There's still an empty room, made all the more silent once the strains of patriotic music fade away.
He's not sure what he'd do with kids, anyway. They're so...small. Delicate. He remembers holding babies for pictures on the road with the stage show and being terrified of crushing them with his arms, without even realizing it was happening. He had nightmares. That terror has faded somewhat as he gained control of his body, but he's still not sure how to handle a child.
Regardless, he knows that smile on Tony's face. People like us, we don't get a break, we don't get a retirement, we don't get to grieve, and we don't get to apologize. Except...except he is getting to apologize, and they are, almost, getting a break, a small one in the midst of war. The rest could follow. Maybe not the retirement, but there's no harm in dreaming about it.
"Anything I want, huh?" He returns the kiss with a shiver and a sigh. "I can come up with something better than sandcastles, then."
That's supposed to be innuendo. And if Tony's going to stick his hand in Steve's back pocket, he's going to playfully tug at one of his belt loops.
"Will do," he agrees to the plan, although it takes him a moment to withdraw from the embrace. "You need to try the chocolate pie. I'll get you a piece."
He books a room for them quickly enough, and brings Tony the extra key before heading up to settle in and order. Steve's room service order is bound to be far more reasonable than Tony's last one, both in cost and in nutritional value. There will be salad. There will also be burgers, though, so that's something.