[ He does do better at Stark parties, because even back when they'd been just coworkers and could barely call each other friends, Tony had tried his hardest to make sure there were plenty of Steve-friendly activities for him to do at them, like that other veterans were invited so he'd have someone to talk to.

It was sweet, in a way. Tony always knew how to make everyone feel like they were having a good time. Even now, just drunk and lying in Steve's lap and talking about things that won't happen for a few months yet, it feels... nice. Relaxing. And that Steve wouldn't rather be anywhere else. ]

Only if you put on one of those old USO dancer uniforms. Bet your legs would look nice putting on those little silver heels.

[ He reaches down to give his thighs a little pat. And he's sure Tony's not serious, because Steve is probably not going to show up anywhere in hot shorts without making headlines, but he would maybe put on a modified and slightly less revealing outfit.

He'd put on the heels, if Tony wanted to see him with ridiculously defined quads and about seven foot tall with the platforms. ]

You know, the first helmet I ever wore with the costume on was one of the girls'. But I always preferred the hats.

[ He mimes putting a helmet on Tony, and then mimes lifting it, then kissing his forehead. ]

I think even if we don't end up with those costumes, you should get one anyway, and model it for me.