Eddie is alive.
Which, is a good thing because Steve might actually get the chance to admit how he feels about the guy.
But it's also a bad thing, because Steve is currently only an hour into his shift and Eddie is here.
Steve can't be caught staring, slack-jawed, at Eddie Munson who is just here to order ice cream like anyone else.
No, Steve has to bottle up whatever that feeling is, straighten his cap, and slap an unnervingly sweet smile on his face.
"What can I get you?" He asks, as though everything is fine.
Eddie smiles, and Steve feels like ice cream someone left on the counter unattended. "Hey, Steve! Long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been a while. You look good, how're things?"
Eddie really did look good. Aside from the scar that snaked from his forehead down through the end of his left eyebrow, Eddie hadn't changed much over the last two years. His hair was a little shorter than Steve remembered, and maybe there were bags under his dreamy brown eyes, but he was still Eddie.
"Good," Eddie smiled again, "Feels good to not be dead anyway." He motioned to his split eyebrow.
"Yeah, you almost died, I heard. Glad you're ok."
Eddie nods, "Anyway, I'll take a cone with two scoops of Nauti-Nilla."
"Vanilla?" Steve blurts.
Eddie snorts and his eyes crinkle at the sides, "With cherry magic shell, that's the best."
"Never thought the Prince of Darkness would be a vanilla guy 'is all." Steve shrugs and goes to get Eddie's cone. He won't tell Eddie that he hates magic shell because it's messy and hard to get just right. He'll suck it up to make Eddie happy.