Steve just writes it off as Tony being his usual sarcastic self and rolls his eyes. I just don't want to end up with a search full of chastity belts again. Those things look scary. Which is really more than he should admit about anything ever and he needs to find some way to change the topic.
Tony risks peeking at his phone when it chimes. No argument seems forthcoming. What he said, Steve thinks it's not a big deal. None of this has to be a big deal. Sometimes a new way to have kinky fun is just that, not some larger proclamation of togetherness. (But Tony wants it to be. That's what terrifies him.) He crams those neuroses into their specialized compartments. Steve is goober personified and Tony is okay. Right. So Saturday @ 1? he types. Meet at the tower, spend the afternoon out, and maybe if you're a gentleman I'll invite you back.
All of that sounds good to me, but what if I'm not a gentleman? Steve asks in what, for once, isn't the world's worst attempt at flirting. In reality, he knows they'll be in the spotlight the entire damn time, and if he tries to feel Tony up, it'll be trending on Twitter in less time than it takes a real bird to tweet. He can accept being in the public eye, but some things are just a little too personal to let everyone in on them.
Different schematics and data feeds display on the busy monitors around him (gone a little old school, didn't feel like the complete renovation for his holograms here), but Tony keeps his head ducked, his attention absorbed by their texts and the tiny phone screen. Well, in the unlikely scenario that ever happens I'll let you know. It'll be a surprise to the both of us.
Touche. I'll see you Saturday, then? As much as he wants to keep talking to Tony, Sam and Rhodey are going to be here soon, and Steve doesn't want to have to explain anything at all to them. Besides, Tony probably has his own work to do.
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