“Oh good.” Tony is deadpan. “You’re staying. Excellent. Future me promise you a bungalow somewhere? And aren’t you god’s gift to straight women? Did I turn you? I should get a medal.” Tony drinks a lot faster than Steve but he’s pretty much a fish. Pepper has managed to tame some of that out of him, but this is a special occasion.
One that makes him wish she was around so he could feel her up a little and get over this weird vibe of attraction he feels for those intense blue eyes looking at him.
Tony sinks a little into the couch opposite the one he’d initially told Steve to sit on. The white one. Not the black.
“Sorry about the mess in the future then. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stick around to know me for a decade after this.” Maybe reassurance is all Steve needs to take a hike so he can see if Pepper would be willing to get some red boots?
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One that makes him wish she was around so he could feel her up a little and get over this weird vibe of attraction he feels for those intense blue eyes looking at him.
Tony sinks a little into the couch opposite the one he’d initially told Steve to sit on. The white one. Not the black.
“Sorry about the mess in the future then. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stick around to know me for a decade after this.” Maybe reassurance is all Steve needs to take a hike so he can see if Pepper would be willing to get some red boots?