"You know, darling, I could hire people to do this," Tony says, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, no, it's fine, Tony," Steve says, slowly raking the leaves up into a pile. "I don't mind"
"It doesn't look like all that much fun" Tony grumbles.
"It's okay, really." He says.
"You could be paying attention to me. I have it on good authority that paying attention to me is 1000% more fun than raking leaves"
Steve bites back a laugh, "I appreciate your concern, but I'm sure I'll be alright, Tony"
"But what about me, Steve?" Tony cries, tossing his hands up in the air. "What about me?"
"Oh? Well, since you asked. There's another rake in the shed." Steve says.
Tony sputters. "I-I didn't. That's not what I-"
"The quicker this is done, the sooner I will be free," Steve says.
Tony's lips flatten out into a thin line. He can see Tony warring with himself over what to do.
Admitting defeat. Tony closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Fine" Tony grumbles, storming off towards the garden shed.
When Tony is out of sight Steve grins. He knew that'd work.
The End
Notes: For day 13 of SteveTonytober. Prompt: Autumn
