The day has come. Steve and Tony were in Tony's limo, Tony already pouting as Steve didn't let him drive in one of his cars and they needed a chauffeur, and Tony firmly declined taking other means of transportation besides his cars or his suit. Steve mocked him at the suit comment, reminding him that he won't be able to take off his suit later on. And then he proposed to take them on their bike and it was Tony's turn to mock him, telling him that they won't be able to take their baggages that way. And Tony didn't travel light. Steve had to fight the urge to look through his lovers baggages to find out if he wasn't smuggling any forbidden devices, breaking the rules of their bet, making Steve a winner. But he trusted Tony. And now Steve gently put his hand on Tony's knee, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Babe.."
"I still don't know why I was not allowed to take my car," he grumbled.
"Tony, I told you that there is no parking there."
"We could leave it on an attendant parking."
"For a whole week? Don't be ridiculous, you know how much would that cost?"
"I can afford that."
"Really, babe? Can you?" Steve raised his eyebrows, trying to remind him that he already took Tony's wallet. Tony just sunk deeper into the seat as an answer, his pout getting bigger. Captain squeezed his knee one more time and withdrew his hand. Tony looked at Steve from the corner of his eyes and felt even worse, seeing that Steve looked quite happy. He was relaxed, not like Tony who was feeling like being punished. Steve was happy because he was hoping to spend more time with his fiance without the constant distraction from the machines, Tony either fixing them or trying to construct new ones. He turned around feeling the other's gaze and smiled. Tony, slowly, insecurely, smiled back, but still it looked like he was in pain.

Soon they arrived. Tony was standing in front of the building, looking up. It was a regular building. A bit old, but it didn't look like it will collapse any minute now. He saw some small terraces with plants or with a clothesline. Some with both. While he was just standing there, Steve took all their baggages and said goodbye to the driver, seeing the limo go. He dropped two bags in Tony's arms, giving him lighter ones on purpose, and nudged him in the side.

"Come on," he said happily, getting closer to the door, opening them with keys. Tony smiled mockingly at that. Couldn't they install a code lock or something? When they got in, it got even worse. There was no elevator, so they had to drag themselves up to the third floor where Steve's apartment was. Tony was looking around while climbing up. He saw bikes, baby strollers, some toys laying around. They had neighbors. Yippe, he always wanted to have neighbors. Finally they arrived and Tony was slightly out of breath, while Steve seemed to be fine. He looked softly at Tony, not saying anything, just thinking that his lover was a bit out of shape, always using elevators. He opened the door and made a sweeping motion with his hand, encouraging Tony to come in. Tony marched through the door.

The first thought that came to his mind when he saw Steve's apartment was long. It was an old type of building, where rooms were long and rather narrow, connected with a corridor. He entered the living room and to the right saw another room, probably Steve's bedroom, to the left a kitchen. He dropped his bags on the couch and started sightseeing. The whole apartment was well kept, but it was a little dark, with small windows, too small for Tony's liking, but probably it was better that way as the view was on another building or on the street, not on the city panorama as back in the tower or on an ocean as back in Malibu. The kitchen was small with basic appliances, the refrigerator humming quietly, clock ticking. Then he made it to the bedroom. It had a small desk, cabinet and a small bed. Tony thought that his bed in the tower could easily swallow Steve's bed. He sat on it, and bounced, hearing the springs squeak. Something drew his attention while he looked to the side, at the nightstand. He took a picture frame in his hand and saw a photo of himself and Steve, taken during Tony's birthday party. His eyes went soft for a moment when the sound of a fridge closing got him back to Earth. He put the photo aside, and twisting his body to the left, saw Steve marching towards him from the kitchen. He smiled brightly and sat next to Tony, making the bed dip.

"So, what do you think?"
"It could be worse.." Tony sighed dramatically.
"It will be fun, you'll see," Steve smiled more, nuzzling his ear. "Come on, you still didn't see the bathroom," he took Tony's hand and took him back to the front doors. For a moment Tony's eyes widen in horror as he thought that maybe there is a shared bathroom for the whole floor in the corridor, but Steve turned him around, showing him the door, near before the entrance to the living room, Tony didn't notice earlier. Steve opened them and again encouraged Tony to enter. He frowned, complying, not understanding why Steve didn't just go first. As soon as he made a step into the room he understood. It was tiny. It had a bathtub, toilet and a tiny sink with a mirror. Tony's sink was big, he had a huge mirror and an even bigger bathtub. In his mind Steve could barely fit in this bathroom. He sighed deeply, again feeling like being punished.

"Tony, come on and unpack your things!" he heard Steve calling him. Tony made a step back and entered the living room again. He frowned again, seeing Steve putting his clothes into some drawers in the living room.

"Why here?"
"Because you're sleeping here," Captain replied softly. Tony froze.

"Here?!"
"Yes."
"You.. You want me to sleep on the couch?!"

Steve looked up at Tony, seeing the horror on his face. He gave a heavy sigh.

"It's not like we have a different option, Tony, my bed is too small for both of us."
"Small is good, I can deal with that."
"No babe, you're sleeping here," Steve replied calmly, unpacking more of Tony's stuff.

"Why I have to sleep on the couch.." brunet whined quietly, not caring how pathetic he sounded right now. Steve looked at him again. Tony was looking down at his feet and whole his posture gave the message how utterly miserable he is right now. Steve wanted to sweep him off his feet and just kiss him all over right now to make his sweetheart feel better. Instead he sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him, telling Tony to sit down. Tony slowly padded to the couch and sat near Steve, who wrapped him in his arms and kissed his hair lovingly.

"Babe, it's only for a few days, ok? You will manage.." he spoke softly, before a mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes. "If you won't give up earlier, that is," he added in a mocking tone. Tony snapped his head at that and moved away from him.

"Not a chance, old man. And get off my bed," Tony turned around and started to box Steve with his feet, making him yelp, trying to move away, resulting with Steve tumbling to the floor. Tony smirked, pleased with himself, sprawling more on the couch, claiming it as his own. Captain laughed seeing him like that, and pounced back on him, digging his fingers into Tony's sensitives sides, eliciting panicked squeaks and high-pitched laughter from his boyfriend, as he tried to wiggle away. Steve continued to torment him for a while, and when he finished, he leaned his head down, kissing Tony. Tony, still out of breath, kissed back moving his hands to blonde's neck. But when it started to get interesting, Steve pulled back.

"I'll make us something to eat," he grinned, getting off him.
"Not hungry," Tony pouted. He was counting on some couch love making time. Steve just nuzzled his cheek, making brunet pout more as he was left alone. Soon, he smelt Steve's cooking. His stomach rumbled a bit. Slowly, he stood from the couch, going to the kitchen, telling Steve that although he is not hungry, he will still eat with him, just to make him happy. Captain smiled, better knowing the truth.

After dinner Steve was again left with the dishes. He wanted to stop Tony, but decided to cut him some slack on his first day and washed them on his own. In the meantime, Tony felt sleepy and slumped back on the couch. He turned on his side, now noticing the TV in a front of the couch. And it was an old, huge TV, not an LCD one. And then he saw a VCR player. Steve now knew how to use DVD player, but probably it was easier to give him a VCR at first. And because Steve barely came here anymore, the VCR remained. He turned on his other side, feeling that being close to such old technology will give him nightmares and later he will cover it with some blanket.

Moments later Steve finished washing the dishes and smiled seeing his fiance out on the couch. He went to the bedroom and took spare blankets and a pillow, covering the smaller man, gently sliding the pillow under his head. He softly ran his hand through Tony's hair.

"Night, babe.." he said quietly, although it was still early. Tony didn't know yet that he will need all the sleep he could get now.