Tony went up to his floor to shower and unpack the small bag he'd taken. Steve was kind of embarrassed to find out Tony had come straight to him when he got back, instead of doing whatever he needed to do first. But it also felt sort of touching. It was nice to know that Tony was just as anxious to get back as Steve was for him to come back.

Steve stayed on his own floor for a while, since he didn't have any concrete plans with anyone and wasn't going to sit on Tony's floor and wait for him to shower. He felt like he could finally breathe again knowing everyone was in the same tower, but he didn't need to always be in their presence.

He finally had enough of his boredom and wandered up to the common floor. Steve had already eaten a few bagels in bed with Clint and Natasha that morning, but he wouldn't mind eating again. Since he'd stopped his self imposed strict diet, he remembered how much he enjoyed food. There hadn't always been opportunities to eat something good in his life, but he'd relished in it when he got the chance. There wouldn't be anything wrong with indulging a bit right now.

The floor was empty when he got there, but Steve didn't mind. Everyone was safe and accounted for and that was good enough for him. He wandered into the kitchen, poking through the fridge for something he wouldn't have to cook. There were a few slices of pizza from the other night, so he dug into those. He needed to think of something he could make for everyone, since almost everyone had fed him at some point so far.

"What's this?" Tony asked, walking into the room holding a little plate in his hand. Steve set down his food, kicking himself for having forgotten what he'd done a few days ago.

"Natasha and I tried to make some candy the other day, but you were gone before I could offer you any. I wanted to make sure you had a chance to try it, if you wanted to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone onto your floor without your permission," Steve stammered. For someone who cherished his own privacy so much, he shouldn't have infringed on Tony's. He could've just stashed the piece on his own floor.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I trust you," Tony shrugged, stepping up to lean on the counter across from him.

"Still, it wasn't right. You're allowed to have boundaries," Steve sighed, picking at the slice on his plate.

"Listen to me. If at any time you want to come to my floor, you have my express permission. I don't care what time it is or what the reason is. Even if you just want to sit on my couch or take a roll of toilet paper. Never hesitate," Tony insisted. Tony reached his hand across the counter and Steve was expecting him to grab his hand, since that was the sort of thing they did now, but instead he plucked a chunk of sausage off his pizza and popped it into his mouth. "So, break this down for me, cause I'm not sure if this looks delicious or disgusting."

"It looked better when we made it," Steve defended, hiding his smile at Tony's ability to say something so meaningful, then immediately make a joke to make things less awkward. "Just eat it, since you trust me."

"Oh, I'm gonna regret saying that, aren't I?" Tony chuckled, grabbing the treat and shoving half of it in his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slumped dramatically on top of the counter. "Oh my god, it tastes like a six year old's dream."

"Is that a good thing?" Steve asked, noticing how Tony's eating style seemed to match Thor's at the moment.

"Definitely. This is like the most unhealthy thing I've eaten in a long time, in the best way possible," Tony moaned, licking his fingers.

"A long time?"

"Okay, maybe closer to a couple days, but still," Tony admitted, eating the rest of the piece just as quickly.

"This wasn't even what it was supposed to be, but it was harder than Natasha and I expected," Steve confessed, finishing up his own snack. "When we try again, I'll save you some."

"I like this better, since it's something you guys came up with," Tony grinned, walking around the island to put his plate in the dishwasher. "So did you guys try out the hot tub? It's okay if you did."

"No, we didn't. I don't even think anyone else knows about it, unless you told them," Steve said, adding his own plate alongside Tony's. It felt weird not immediately washing it, but he was just following what Tony did.

"Good. I've been looking forward to simmering in a little Avengers soup," Tony laughed, rubbing his hands together.

"That sounds disgusting," Steve cringed, recoiling a little at the idea. He knew they were getting pretty close, but putting it like that did not sound appealing.

"Nah, it's not as bad as I made it sound," Tony snickered, patting him on the shoulder. "That's more of an evening activity though. How have you been passing the time since I've been gone?"

"Training and TV basically."

"Sounds like fun."

"I don't think you'd like what we were watching."

"I meant the training part."

"Really? You never wanted to join us before-" Steve cut himself off, not wanting to bring up the issues of the past.

"I know, but that was just me being stubborn," Tony sighed, crossing his arms. "I wouldn't mind being shown a few new tricks."

"Yeah?" Steve asked with excitement, trying to contain the hopeful smile that wanted to burst out. "Can I invite the others?"

"Sure. Why not include the whole gang? You have to protect me from Natasha though," Tony warned, pointing a finger at him.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Tony and Steve were in the gym 30 minutes later warming up. He decided to take it easy on him and stick to a few minutes of jogging and stretches, not the aggressive sprinting he did with Thor. Steve was so happy to have Tony down here to train that he wanted everything to be perfect. If Tony could protect himself out there during battle, in the rare times he was without his suit, Steve could breathe a little easier.

"I never thought I'd see the day," Clint marveled as he walked into the gym.

"Just because I don't work out with you doesn't mean I don't work out at all," Tony scoffed, flexing his arms.

"Muscles are great and all, as long as you know how to use them," Clint challenged, stalking closer to Tony.

"Hey, remember we're on the same side!" Tony squeaked, moving to stand behind Steve. "If you break me, who will pay for this tower we all live in?"

"Pepper," Clint grinned, making his move. Steve intercepted the arm that was headed for Tony, twisting it behind Clint's back and pushing him away. "Aw, come on Steve, I wasn't gonna hurt him."

"Well then, you shouldn't be upset that I blocked you," Steve said, crouching down into a ready position. Clint mirrored his moves as they slowly circled each other. This was going to be fun.

Steve and Clint started grappling, pausing now and then to give Tony a better look at what they were doing and to give him a chance to practice on both of them. The others eventually came down too, even Bruce, though he mostly watched. It reminded Steve of what they could've had this whole time, but instead of dwelling on the time that was lost, he appreciated the time they still had.

They were all a sweaty mess by the time they decided to break for lunch. Bruce told everyone he'd take care of the food while everyone showered and to meet back on the common floor. Clint grumbled about how the food was going to be too healthy, but Steve thought that sounded nice, after all the stuff they'd been eating recently. He didn't want to go back to his chicken breast diet, but a little sugar detox wasn't a bad thing now and then.

Bruce ended up making turkey burgers, which were really good. Steve chatted with him about the seasonings he used and they conspired to make a plan to get more nutritious options in the team meal rotation. By the time they were all finished, Bruce had dinner from a vegan restaurant already ordered.

They went back down to the gym, with Natasha and Clint pairing up as well as Steve and Thor. Tony would jump in randomly, but groaned about being too old for marathon workouts. Steve could tell Tony would rather be doing anything else at the moment, but was staying down there to make him happy.

"I'm tapping out," Clint wheezed from his position between Natasha's legs.

"But I haven't finished," Natasha sighed, leaning back on her elbows. Tony snorted, wagging his eyebrows.

"I'll come help," Steve offered. He could keep going for hours.

"Oh no you won't!" Tony barked out, steering him toward the elevators. "Everyone get cleaned up and put on your bathing suits. Meet on the common floor in say, half an hour?"

"Why?" Clint questioned, rolling away from Natasha's grasp.

"Just do it and find out," Tony commanded, grinning at everyone as the doors closed.

"Do I even have a swimsuit?" Steve asked.

"You think I'd buy you cowboy boots and not swim trunks?"

"Yes."

"Fair point. There are some in your closet though. How about I meet you back on your floor when I'm ready and I can show you where they are?" Tony suggested.

"Sounds good," Steve agreed, stepping off when the elevator got to his floor. He took his third shower of the day, which felt so excessive, especially since he was about to go sit in more water. But he didn't let himself worry about it, he just enjoyed it. Steve toweled off, wandering into the closet. He still hadn't seen everything that was in here, mostly just taking whatever he came across that fit the occasion.

"Bottom right drawer," Tony said from behind him, almost startling him into dropping his towel.

"Thanks," Steve said quickly, dipping down to open the drawer and hide his embarrassment. He pulled out the shorts that were on top. The very short shorts. "Tony."

"I thought that's what you guys wore back then?" Tony asked, trying to contain his laughter. While that was true, Steve didn't think he wanted to be in tiny shorts while Tony got to wear shorts to his knees and a shirt. "Dig a little deeper." Steve pushed aside a few more pairs of glorified underwear and pulled out a deep blue pair of shorts that looked acceptably long.

"Much better," Steve smiled, waiting for Tony to turn around so he could slide them on. Not as long as Tony's, but mid thigh was better than the other options.

"So, I called my guys earlier and they said they should have the bank thing sorted out by the end of the week. I didn't tell them all the details, in case you wanted to keep it private," Tony said, running his fingers along the edge of the door.

"Thank you," Steve said sincerely. Leave it to Tony to not waste any time, even when he'd already dedicated his whole day to hanging out with Steve.

"Speaking of privacy, I was wondering if you'd talked about this with anyone else? I just want to make sure I don't say the wrong thing if you're keeping this on the down low," Tony asked.

"I haven't, no. Do you think I should?" Steve asked. He hadn't really thought about telling anyone about his plans. It was hard enough telling Tony, but he had to, to get his help. Steve knew it wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but it was pretty depressing.

"It's not up to me to make that decision, but I don't think it would be a bad thing. They might even help you find things you want to keep."

"I'll think about it."

"Sounds good. And until you give me the go ahead, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"You know how to do that?" Steve joked, laughing at Tony's shocked face.

"Keep that up and I will turn off the jets in your part of the tub," Tony hissed, wagging a finger in his face.

"Is that a threat? Doesn't seem like that big of a deal," Steve scoffed, following Tony to the elevators once again.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Tony said smugly, telling Jarvis to take them up to the common floor. Everyone was waiting by the time they got there and most of them were glaring at Clint. "What the hell is that?"

"That's just what I was wondering," Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. If Steve thought those shorts in his closet were tiny, whatever Clint was wearing made those seem like the epitome of modesty.

"It's a Speedo. It's the best thing to wear for aerodynamics," Clint defended, tipping his chin up in defiance.

"That's not really going to matter where we're headed," Tony said.

"I think they are nice," Thor commented, sporting his own pair of excessively short shorts.

"Everyone just get on the elevator," Tony groaned, tucking himself in the corner to stay away from Clint. Steve didn't really mind, since he'd pretty much spooned him in bed when he was only wearing boxers. And since they were all about to take a glorified bath together.

"I like your trunks," Natasha said, sliding her fingers down the side of his leg.

"Thanks. I like your suit," Steve replied. It was a sleek one piece that reminded him of her mission uniform. Tony wiggled his way back to the front as soon as the doors opened, gesturing for everyone to follow him.

"Ta-da!" Tony said with a flourish, darting over to where the water was steaming and bubbling. Steve had to admit that it looked a lot more impressive full than it did empty.

"I guess you didn't have to worry about aerodynamics after all," Natasha snorted, elbowing Clint in the ribs.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Clint grumbled, rubbing at his side.

"Enough arguing, get in," Tony said, hopping over the side and sinking in with a long, drawn out moan. The rest of them followed and Steve understood now why Tony was so excited. This was like heaven. There was a jet hitting him in the back just right, soothing those muscles they'd all worked out that day. Steve felt like he could stay here forever.

"This is amazing Tony, thank you," Steve murmured, letting his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of utter contentment. He felt Clint and Natasha each grab one of his legs from where they were sitting across from him, massaging his feet. He'd pay them back later, but for now he was going to let himself be pampered without complaint.

Steve felt his head listing to the side, but he didn't fight it, letting it rest against Tony's shoulder. Tony chuckled, but didn't push him off. Steve let himself drift off, trusting that Tony wouldn't let him sink. He wouldn't let anything happen to him.