[ 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. ]