Steve was not avoiding the Tony of his own universe. He wasn't. He was behaving completely normally. Absolutely nothing was changed. Nothing. It was perfectly normal that they'd been catapulted to another universe in which Tony was a girl and they were married. Completely normal.
Steve left his room quite early in the morning, putting the coffee on and making up some toast and scrambled eggs. He was definitely not up early in order to avoid Tony. That had absolutely nothing to do with it. It didn't matter that he knew the man had no regular sleep schedule and would probably sleep until noon and thus not be in the kitchen at five-thirty in the morning. That didn't factor into Steve's thought process one tiny little bit. If Tony happened to wander into the kitchen at that very moment, Steve would be totally cool with it.
"Don't tell me you already ran six miles," Tony's sarcastic drawl startled Steve so badly that he nearly dropped his toast.
"Wh-what? No, I just—I get hungry. Early. Woke up early. It's—I—fast metabolism?" Steve tried to explain, cursing his twisted tongue. He was flustered. That he could admit to. He was flustered. Tony hardly seemed to notice. He had tunnel vision.
"Did you put coffee on? I'm stealing some," Tony informed him before searching through the cabinets until he found a mug and pouring himself some. Steve sat down at the table with his toast and eggs. Tony, who Steve wasn't paying any attention to at all, he was barely aware he was in the room, really, leaned against the counter, drinking his coffee.
Nope. Nothing strange. Just two guys hanging out together. Two guys who are married in another universe. This universe. Not awkward. Not odd. Just another day.
"This is weird, right?" Tony asked, finally breaking the damn of tension in the room with his dry statement.
"Yup," Steve said. And that was all that was said on the matter until the 3490 kids came in to make breakfast of their own.
That was a relief.