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Well that's not something I'm posting to the internet, but I'll definitely be enjoying both of those. And I think it's customary now to tell a bit of an embarrassing story, but not too embarrassing. Usually family-friendly. I've been reading a lot of wedding guides. Maybe that's the problem - Rhodey wants this to be perfect and I think I'm just hoping for not a disaster.

We'll see what he comes up with. I'm gonna say it's an MIT story. Also definitely throwing something in there about how he never thought I'd settle down, I bet.

I feel like I should take that a little personally. Does the expectation have to be just above not being a disaster? Why can't it go great?

[He asks, knowing exactly full well why.]

Tony, we collect villains like trading cards. I'm not saying that I don't want a perfect wedding, I'm just saying realistically if no one attacks us and I don't have to suit up, I'll call it a win. And all I really want to do is put a ring on your finger and be Mr. Stark-Rogers. You know that. Sometimes I feel like the party's for everyone else. But you're right about one thing, Rhodey's definitely gonna talk about how he never expected you to settle down. And definitely not with me. What do you wanna bet Sam talks about how he's glad I'm finally getting to, 'cause that's all I really wanted?

That's why I'm working on all angles of security. And you're working on scheduling and everything else. And we'll meet somewhere in the middle for a perfectly great wedding.

[Is Tony probably overdoing it on security? Yeah. Absolutely. But at least not to the point of creating a murderbot? ...probably?]

I'm glad you're getting to, too. Feeling must be going around.

Well, I wouldn't want to with anyone else. And for awhile I didn't think it was in the cards. That changed probably around the first time I said I love you. Which, I know you don't want more cake but do you want me to just do the cake tasting myself?

Good thing you said it a couple weeks after our first date or I might find some time to be offended about that.

Put on a good pot of coffee to go with it and I'll try your Jesus Priced lemon pound cake when I get home.

Oh? And when'd you know I was the one? You know I'd never serve you cake without coffee. But I meant for the wedding. I'm not baking the cake, Tony, we're having about five hundred guests.

I knew I was in trouble when you teared up over the book in the donut shop. I knew it was over when you pulled me in for that kiss in the parking garage. I wanted to say I love you the first time we fell into bed but worried about scaring you off. But you said it the very next day, so I'd say it all worked out.

[The truest of truths here. It's a pretty accurate timeline.]

I didn't know which one we were talking about. I can do more wedding cake tasting, but how many more do we really have to do?

Oh, Tony. You've really got a way with words. I think if you'd said that you loved me that night I would've thought you were just joking, but I'd known for awhile already, how I felt. No one's ever loved me the way you do, sweetheart. I'll handle the cake tastings. I've got at least two more scheduled. That part I didn't want to not be perfect.

Let's just hope I didn't blow using any of that for our vows. I think those are supposed to be a surprise, too.

[Has Tony written his yet? Probably not. Probably a mix if perfectionist paralysis and nothing being good enough. He'll figure it out on time, surely. Obviously joking about it makes all that better.]

And before I ruin more vow sentiments, I've never been loved the way you love me, either. It's why I've always been in such a rush to goal-meet. Lock you down before you realized you were getting the lesser end of the bargain.

[Also a joke but also....................... not. At least to him.]

You haven't liked any of the cakes we've tried so far? I never thought that was going to be one of the most contentious parts this. Also I'm pretty sure I promised that I wouldn't leave everything to you, so I'll go.

Ha-ha. You know I never thought about us as a bargain but honey, if I did, I wouldn't feel short-changed. And definitely don't put that in our vows. I'm sure they'll be beautiful, by the way, but I gotta say, I'm not so sure you can top the proposal, and if you even come close, I'm just gonna be a mess up there at the altar. Actually, if you're gonna make me cry, I think maybe I should go first. Also about the cakes - the problem is that we've got so many guests that the cake has to be really dense to hold up all its weight. There's so much fondant and gum paste. Maybe we should just do a few cakes instead.

You're obviously trying to make me overperform and it'll work. Because we both know how I am. So you can go first. Though I definitely think the proposal had the added element of shock and surprise that helped.

My vote is for more. Last thing I need is throwing the wedding of a century and people saying they didn't have enough cake. Or anything. I need people to be overly satisfied and overly fed so that they don't notice when I keep you all to myself all night.

I think just of the two of us, you're less likely to stumble over your words because you're crying. And I want to hear what the both of us have to say. More smaller cakes it is - that's better than one giant cake anyway, there'll be options for the guests. Guess we'll cancel the tastings and just tell them yes on all of them, and we'll just have one flavor to do the cutting. Which, what are you thinking? Chocolate? Salted caramel?

"They absolutely do not, so unless you're ready to move to Florida, and I refuse to move to Florida, we're going to have to settle on a different pet," he laughs tugging on Steve's hand a little bit as he indicates he's ready to move on to the next exhibit where he see's some giraffes.

"Maybe a dog. You seem like a dog guy," he adds. He's not really sure why Steve seems like a dog guy, but like a yellow lab, that sounds about right. "Maybe we can give the dog a secret identity, just because it would be fun. Oh and a mask, or a little winged head cowl."

"He'd probably be much less traumatized then a giant lizard or a penguin would be anyways. And would go on those morning runs with you, because lord knows I am going to sleep in."

Well, that's a shame. No alligator for Steve. But that's all right, because he doesn't want to have to get a pond. He can barely afford rent. "Now you're just making the dog into Captain America. But I think people would know the identity. It's not like mine's a secret."

Or Bucky's, anymore.

"And what's wrong with Florida?" Steve asks, innocently, having not watched the news about Florida since 1945 when it was barely a consideration at all.

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[ Steve manages to keep up with Thor, telling him that he is proud of Tony for a lot of reasons, not just that one, thanking him for his well-wishes, asking him to buckle up while he's back there even though should they get into an accident really the person who would be most fine is Thor in any case.

And then as Tony looks at him, his heart skips a beat and he smiles back, his heart touched by how enamored Tony looks. ]

Yeah, I just happen to be going to your tower, sweetheart.

[ He indulges in taking Tony by the shoulder to kiss his hair for a second before he turns his attention to driving, even though he probably could pull out of this spot and navigate back without his attention. ]

Did you boys have a good night?

[Steve might have a bit of a problem keeping his hands on ten and two because Tony's trying to wrap himself around the closest arm by winding his own around it, laying his head against Steve's shoulder. The world is in motion and Steve is a steady anchor. And also his. And also he missed him.

Thor pipes up that they had an excellent time although he would've liked to stay out longer- and perhaps they could all venture out tomorrow to celebrate together?

And Tony, who seems like he's still busy trying to become one with Steve by way of rubbing his forehead against Steve's arm agrees, of course.]

Sounds like a good idea. Especially if you have more of your super spirits.

[Mega alcohol. God beer. Whatever it is, he already knew it was ridiculously strong because he's seen what it does to Steve, but since when does Tony Stark ever back down from a challenge? Never. Even when he definitely should. He's half-laughing as he also says-]

Gotta get some of that stuff into the lab. Figure out the contents. Could probably replicate it.

[ Steve is somewhat anticipating clingy koala Tony, so he's perfectly fine; if it came down to it, he could probably drive with his knees, but he also prefers to play by all these rules. ]

That sounds pretty dangerous, Tony, but maybe we could just request some for the wedding.

And tomorrow sounds great, Thor. I'll take the night off and join you two.

[ Which means they'll have to have someone on standby as babysitter because he distinctly remembers having to chase Loki around Astor square and feeding Tony octopus balls in a manner that he definitely hadn't thought was suggestive at the time.

He'll also probably have to check in with Tony tomorrow, make sure this isn't really impeding his recovery in any way, remind him that he's allowed to drink socially but only he knows where his limit is, and Steve will do anything in his power to keep him sober if that's what he decides he needs, including having a dry wedding. ]

How are you feeling right now, honey?

[Alcoholism is truly an unwieldy beast. Comes out at both the best and worst of times. Tony's having the former tonight, but by virtue of losing that line, the idea of when it's time to say no, he'll keep going. He'll keep drinking because it's always about more. It's never one drink. It's never one night. And right now he's incredibly loose and a little more than simply drunk. Tomorrow morning he'll probably find a lot of regret at the end of this tunnel.

But Steve's got the exact right idea. They definitely don't need the synthesize the stuff. They don't need it around- although Tony might make an argument about how if they did, then Steve could get a little tipsy whenever he wanted. And what's so wrong about that? Some of that comes out in a jumbled, muffled mess against Steve's arm until he finally settles just a bit more.

Steve's question, at least, gets a little bit more coherent consideration. As much as he's able, anyway.]

Like I'm in my twenties. ...thirties? Early thirties. It's been a while.

[Since he was this drunk, he means. Thor's got the good stuff, that much is for sure. Stuff that mere mortals definitely shouldn't be drinking. Even in small doses. But even through his theatrics, he does seem to remember one thing about those years. Even living through them in a haze of constant drunken stupor.]

I'll keep you though. No disposal service in the morning. Wanna wake up right next to you. -'nd lose a little sleep with you before then.

[ Steve wants to smile at Tony and assure him that everything will go as planned, but he pauses because, disposal service? What on Earth? Though he had known that Tony before they'd met - really, before he'd tried to settle down with Pepper - was a bit of a cad, and he shouldn't really be surprised.

Yet, still, sometimes, he is.

Thor leans in and peers over them with a drunken smile and starts giving some relationship advice that really just boils down to him projecting a little about his relationship with Jane, and Steve can see that going real south real fast. ]

Yeah, buddy, I'm definitely always gonna let Tony pick what we watch on Netflix, but we don't really have a lot of shows we put on together.

[ And before Thor can start talking about what shows he and Jane used to watch, Steve veers off: ]

He's really only like this when drunk. I've never seen him this far gone. If he's still up to repeat tomorrow, I'm cutting him off before he gets like this.

[ At a red light, he does turn his face to give the top of Tony's head a kiss. ]

As cute as you're being right now. Should I carry you upstairs when we get to the tower?

[ On the not-so-bright side, it is Friday night and there's a lot of cars on the road, but it's a pretty straight shot down to the tower and he has FRIDAY send a message off to Happy just so he doesn't get surprised this time. ]

I'm fine- I can handle it- myself- drinks-

[All of it, apparently. Not very keen on the idea of the two talking around him like he can't hear them. He can. He's just not processing anything quickly or responding correctly or coherently. But that's not really his problem. It all sounds great to him. All makes sense to him.

His head angles back, and he tries to go in for an actual kiss but misses and instead pecks Steve's cheek a few times over before settling again against him.]

Yes. But. Not up the stairs. We have elevator. [He's definitely sure he said an in there. He totally did.] Just tell FRI to go up. She'll-'s got the rest. She's smart. I made her that way.

[Yes, Tony, the most advanced AI on the planet certainly knows how to go up.]

[ Steve just pats Tony on the shoulder as they close in on the tower, driving into the garage which is completely empty at this time of day, since it's private access. Thor leans back and mentions something about taking a long nap after drunken revelries, and as Steve pulls into the spot right by the door, Happy's there to help as Steve raises his eyebrows up at him and gives him an apologetic smile.

Apologetic because since there's no way Tony's letting go of Steve, and he's very much disentangling himself to get out of the driver's side, that means Happy's gotta take care of Thor, and Thor weighs like a ton and seems more than happy to embrace humans with just a little too much strength. ]

I could carry you all the way up the stairs. But I think we'll save a little time today.

[ There is, of course, always someone at the receptionist desk, and they buzz the group of them in because it's not like they really need to be identified, though bless Happy, he at least holds up a badge.

By the time the two of them leave out of the elevator, Thor's patting Happy on the back and mentioning something about letting him try the Asgardian liquor and continuing the party, but Steve trusts Happy to make a responsible decision as the elevator doors close and they're left alone again. ]

[Out of everyone that's been with Tony for years and years (and that list is very small), Happy might be the most attuned to what the end of a long boy's night out looks like. Or what cleanup may or may not be involved. At least right now he has Steve as his wingman to help with that. Even if Thor's a bit more than he usually bargains for.

Tony, meanwhile, is feeling the world still crawl by him in a bit of a disorienting manner because everything is moving and now he's moving and it doesn't feel great. So he's glad to have Steve to hold onto, one arm around his shoulders as he's being carried, face tucked into the side of Steve's neck.

There's still more drunken murmuring, because Tony never shuts up on a good day, but especially when there's absolutely no filter.]

Gonna carry me like this- over the threshold- when we get married? Then maybe I'll put on the suit. And I'll carry you.

[The sound of the elevator doors opening and closing and then opening again as they reach the Penthouse completely goes by his notice. All that matters is that Steve's got him. And, because he brought it to his own attention, he presses a smile into the side of Steve's neck next and can't seem to delightedly and drunkenly help say-]

We're getting married.

[Which of course, yes, he's still very excited about.]

[ Steve holds onto Tony like he is a puppy or something, but it's all out of love. ]

I think we're only supposed to go over the threshold once, but I don't mind if you wanna put on the suit and be the one to do it.

[ And he's also pretty sure it comes from a tradition of the bride not wanting to seem to eager to consummate the marriage, and therefore, taking away all avenues of onlookers telling everyone she rushed back home, but he's also about a hundred percent sure that their friends are going to know exactly what they're rushing away to do. ]

We are, the future Mr. Tony Stark-Rogers.

[ That's a mouthful, but he doesn't tire of saying it. He pecks little kisses to Tony's cheek as he helps him lay down on the bed, and starts to take off his clothes. In the off-chance that Tony just wants to call it a night, or falls asleep before they get around to the part they unceremoniously kicked Thor out over, that'd be just fine. ]

Why don't I get you a glass of water?

[ He asks, gently taking off Tony's other shoe and with his foot in his lap, giving it a little rub while he's here. ]

Mr. Steve Stark-Rogers.

[He has to say it. In fact he says it a few more times, each time more sing-songy than the last. It just sounds so good. But that changes once Steve sets him down in bed and the second he's there he just falls all the way back like it's the only place he wants to be. Like gravity increased tenfold and he can't move his limbs.

The bed is nice. And good. And otherwise stable while the room is still so very rudely moving around him. There's no telling at this point if he'll even remember how he got home come tomorrow. He's also extremely unhelpful with the removal of his clothes, but thankfully Steve doesn't really need his assistance.

There's a soft breath out, his arm reaching up to cover his eyes in perhaps a very dramatic looking pose.]

But I don't want you to go.

[A definite whine like it means Steve's getting up and leaving forever. So that's a problem he's not looking to solve. Or is already solved, actually, as long as Steve stays right there.]

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