"No." Steve said firmly. "I mean it Tony."
He crossed his arms over his lightly clothed chest. His t-shirt stretched lightly then flowed down just to the top of a course pair swim trunks. The only other thing on him was a newer style Clint had shown him called mandols. They contrast between the two's choice of dress was astounding considering their destination.
"You're not wearing the Iron Man suit to the beach." Steve insisted.
Mechanical arms crossed to match the soldier's. "Either I go as I am or I'm not going."
"Tony." Steve sighed. "Do you not want to go?"
Today was supposed to be a nice day just for the two of them. The whole team was going to the beach but Steve had talked them all into giving him and his boyfriend some space.
Tony uncrossed his arm immediately. "No I want to go. Really I do."
Steve cocked his head and gave him the wide eyed, kicked puppy look.
"It's just." Tony shook his head. "I ….." He muttered under his breath.
"Tony." Steve whispered, silently asking him to speak up.
"I don't want to get a sunburn!" The man said furiously.
Tony clenched his fist looking down at the ground. The blonde stared then chuckled lightly.
"Tony." He called. "Tony." He grabbed the mechanical shoulder. "Take the suit off then come talk to me."
The business man nodded. He stalked away rather indignantly. Tony walked back in a pair of jeans and a Stark Industries t-shirt, clearly not interested in going to the beach.
Steve raised an eyebrow at him. "That much confidence in me?"
Tony grumbled. The inventor noticed that there was an overly-supernatural sheen to Steve's skin.
"How did you rub it in so quickly?" Tony mumbled. "It takes me forever."
"Rub it in?" Steve tilted his head.
"Yeah." Tony said accusingly. "That's all I remember from the beach. Rubbing that greasy yuck all over the place then ending up with a third degree sunburn even though I have tan skin."
The soldier laughed and held up a bottle. "You don't know about this stuff?"
"What is it?"
Steve handed it over. "Sunscreen. Fast drying and smooth to the touch. It's even aerosol like that other stuff you like."
Tony poked curiously at the soldier's skin. It wasn't extraordinarily tacky or stiff feeling.
"I guess." He drew out the words and reluctantly handed it back to Steve.
"Strip." Steve commanded playfully.
Tony pulled off his shirt and pushed off his jeans and socks.
Steve chuckled in amusement. "You had your swimwear on underneath your pants?"
The inventor blushed. "Shut up."
The blonde smiled and laughed. "Okay, spread your arms. Eyes closed."
The tanned male did as he was told. Cold spray skimmed over him and he shivered. Steve coated him with sunscreen. Then suddenly it stopped.
"That's it?" Tony looked up.
Steve nodded. "All that's left is your face."
He took a tube of sunscreen and squeezed it onto his hand. He swiped it gently over the inventor's face. Then roughly chaffed the rest onto his own face.
Tony looked down at his arms then at the soldier and back again. "Wow."
"Wow is right." Steve agreed. "It's a lot better than what we had."
"What did you have?" The inventor asked.
"Nothing." Steve laughed. "Are you ready now?"
"Yeah." Tony said sliding his shirt back on. "Let's go."