It’s a good night, despite the salad. Tony has some, first clothed and then naked, and tries the chocolate pie too. He’s not a fan of the sugar but he eats a slice anyway because the blond is putting him through the paces with the work outs their getting. The room is standard. The view is of a parking lot. But when Steve stands by the window in the darkness, Tony can’t complain about not seeing the dark ocean cresting waves. He had no eyes for anything but Steve.

And why is that? The man is a fantastically giving lover, he’s kind and he’s affectionate. He’s also the last man on Tony’s earth and he could have done a lot worse for himself on that front. It’s not yet bothering him how easy this has all been. Taking to bed with someone is fine but Tony hasn’t slept around in eight years. Turn everyone to dust with a snap of your fingers and he’s ready to just fuck anyone?

He’s watching Steve, naked still, smelling like him no doubt, as the red digital clock on the nightstand flips over to three in the morning. They do a lot of their heart to hearts before dawn it seems.

“Do you want to lay out strategy? We have a lot of money to safely win tomorrow and a road to travel to Loki’s eventual counter attack site.” And that’s a lot of ground to cover in three remaining days before the invasion starts. “Or do you want to stand over there all broody and sexy?”