His cup runneth over, as it were. Just a little bit; not so much that he can't mop up the spill. Steve has so many down moments, caught in the undertow of trauma and stress and depression, that when he has an up moment, he gets a little giddy with it. Like he'd forgotten for a while, how good it feels to feel good. He drinks one rum and coke, for the sake of appearance, but after that he mostly drinks juice, which clearly makes the bartenders want to laugh a little. Still, he's pretty, he tips, and he's polite, so most of the staff has taken to him by the time they're done.
He makes a couple tactful attempts to curb Tony's drinking today, but he doesn't want to pick a fight, either, so they take the form of ordering him food and bringing him bottled water more often than not.
Once the money starts rolling in--and there's plenty, by the end of it, somewhere in the range of an annual salary for an average joe--Steve is ready to cut and run. He has no argument with Tony's vehicle of choice, although he does have to pause and ask if red is his favorite color. It seems likely, given his aesthetic choices. Obviously, Steve's is blue.
"I'm pretty sure the other Tony will make sure I don't have all that much fun," he tells him wryly. "You really have gotten less abrasive. Not that I have room to criticize."
Steve's brand of irritating tends to be preachy rather than sardonic, but he does talk too much.
"You be careful," he tells him, nudging their foreheads together gently, the next closest thing to a kiss. "Don't get in any trouble without me."
He retreats with a last sober, fond look, and heads for the Stark Tower entrance. He's not sure what to expect at this point, actually; whether he'll be met or ignored at first. Security is mostly automated, he assumes, although he's met Happy before in their own timeline and is on reasonably good terms. He finds the lobby empty, which is not a shock since it's after five, but he has to assume there are a dozen different cameras on him. He stands still for a moment, looking around, giving JARVIS a chance to get a good read on his identity, then touches the intercom button.
"I'd, uh, like to speak to Tony Stark," he says awkwardly. "It's Steve--it's...Captain America." Sigh. "Steve Rogers."
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He makes a couple tactful attempts to curb Tony's drinking today, but he doesn't want to pick a fight, either, so they take the form of ordering him food and bringing him bottled water more often than not.
Once the money starts rolling in--and there's plenty, by the end of it, somewhere in the range of an annual salary for an average joe--Steve is ready to cut and run. He has no argument with Tony's vehicle of choice, although he does have to pause and ask if red is his favorite color. It seems likely, given his aesthetic choices. Obviously, Steve's is blue.
"I'm pretty sure the other Tony will make sure I don't have all that much fun," he tells him wryly. "You really have gotten less abrasive. Not that I have room to criticize."
Steve's brand of irritating tends to be preachy rather than sardonic, but he does talk too much.
"You be careful," he tells him, nudging their foreheads together gently, the next closest thing to a kiss. "Don't get in any trouble without me."
He retreats with a last sober, fond look, and heads for the Stark Tower entrance. He's not sure what to expect at this point, actually; whether he'll be met or ignored at first. Security is mostly automated, he assumes, although he's met Happy before in their own timeline and is on reasonably good terms. He finds the lobby empty, which is not a shock since it's after five, but he has to assume there are a dozen different cameras on him. He stands still for a moment, looking around, giving JARVIS a chance to get a good read on his identity, then touches the intercom button.
"I'd, uh, like to speak to Tony Stark," he says awkwardly. "It's Steve--it's...Captain America." Sigh. "Steve Rogers."