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(Standard disclaimers w/r/t my own failure of imagination or unfamiliarity with the fandom apply.)
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"Tony? What is this?" Steve asked, practically ignoring the plain brown box in his hand as he looked at Tony quizzically. The exhaustion was barely evident in his voice, even to Tony, who knew how tired Steve really must be.
Tony smiled. "Why don't you open it, see if you can figure it out." Steve harrumphed, which made Tony smile even wider. Steve was adorable when he was disgruntled, and for someone with such a sterling reputation, he was actually disgruntled a lot. Tony thought it suited him.
"It's... a pair of sunglasses." The puzzlement on Steve's face was quickly replaced by a small but pleased twist of his lips. "Thanks?"
Tony darted in and kissed that upturned corner of Steve's mouth because he couldn't resist. Then he took a deep breath and clasped Steve's arms, which was a little awkward, because Steve was still holding the sunglasses in both hands. "Look. I'm one for taking what I think I deserve, and you're overdue. You've been running yourself into the ground and I know I've been busy in the lab but we live in the same house and sleep in the same bed and I shouldn't -- I shouldn't miss you So even though it took some doing and I think we may want to reread the small print before we have any sort of firstborn to be collected on, Fury's agreed to give us four days off. Actual vacation time. Starting now."
"Now?" Steve asked, arching one eyebrow.
Tony hauled him up out of the kitchen chair by the elbow, and Steve was kind enough to let him. "Now, now, now, yes. We'll take the little jet to the place in Tahiti, and you can wear these." Tony plucked the sunglasses out of Steve's hands and settled them gently into position. "See? Now, come on, let's go, let's go. Get a hustle on, there." He smacked Steve on the rump like ... some sort of team sport coach. Or whatever. Tony had never been a team player before the Avengers, certainly not on an actual team.
Steve's arched eyebrow made a return appearance, cresting over the black frames. "Won't we need anything else?" he asked.
"Nah," Tony assured him, pulling down his own sunglasses to look right at Steve over them. "Private beach." He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously and Steve barked out a laugh, full-throated, head thrown back, just ... gorgeous. Glorious. In that way that sometimes made it hard for Tony to breathe, because it was like his chest was too full.
Tony cleared his throat and decided to take advantage of Steve's distraction to start dragging him out the door before Fury changed his mind. Or Tony's heart exploded. Whichever.
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