It had been a year since Steve had come back to Tony. They easily slipped into a pattern of friendship, and rarely went without each other. Steve would sip black coffee and sketch as Tony worked on the latest weapon design, both of them chatting away and laughing. Steve had never been so happy in his life, and he was deep into love. He wanted more, but if that never happened he would come to terms with it because Tony was alive and with him and that's all that mattered to him.

Sometimes he could swear Tony saw it in him, with the way he smirked and tilted his head when he caught Steve staring. His brown eyes would twinkle and he would run a hand through his hair. Steve fell a little more in love every time.

"You want to catch dinner, cap?" Tony asks him, walking out from his lab and into the living room where Steve sat.

"Sure, when do we leave?" Steve says.

"Well you know I was thinking somewhere a little fancier that old sweatpants and a S.H.I.E.L.D shirt."

Steve looks up from his book and sees Tony, dressed in a fancy suit and dark black hair gelled back with a fresh shave.

Steve took a few deep breaths and stood. "I'll change then" and Tony gave him a satisfied smirk.

He combed his hair at least three times and took far too long to pick the suit he was wearing. It was his favorite suit, it showed off his broad shoulders, so he glanced nervously in the mirror one last time and stepped out of the bathroom.

Tony was pouring champagne into two glasses. "Hope you don't mind, I thought we could have a pre-dinner drink?"

Steve took his glass, "sure." They clinked their glasses together.

"To cryofreezing, time travel, and tailored suits," Tony said, running his eyes up Steve's suit.

They each took a sip, and even though Steve couldn't get drunk, his face was warm.

"So," Tony said, gesturing for them to sit on the couch. "Indulge me, what was, or will I be, like in the future?" he took another sip.

Steve played with the glass in his hand, "you were the most selfless, bravest, smartest man I ever knew." he said, swallowing in his dry throat.

"Selfless, huh?" Tony kicked his feet on the glass center table, "think you have the wrong guy."

Steve smiled sadly, but forced out a laugh, "you have no idea." The room fell silent for a moment, each of them considering the words spoken.

"Let's get dinner then," Tony said smoothly, placing his empty glass on the table with a clink.

Dinner was nice. They had a private table in the back room, candle lit in the center and Steve couldn't shake how romantic this all felt. They talked about normal things, but quieter and somehow more serious. Tony was clearly tipsy by the end of the meal, but not enough so he didn't know what he was doing, in fact, it seemed to make him more confident.

They walked back into the mansion laughing together, and as soon as they got in Tony looked at the ceiling and said, "JARVIS, play my music."

Apparently, he had created a playlist, because ACDC started blaring on the house speakers and soon Tony had ripped off his jacket and was dancing, followed by Steve who grinned as Tony tried to teach him how to do it.

Minutes, hours, Steve didn't know how much time passed, but Tony was out of breath and smiling, and the song switched.

It was a slow song, classical, and Tony clearly hadn't put it on the playlist because he looked confused at the ceiling. Steve didn't have much time to think about it though, because

Tony was taking cautious steps toward him and carefully reaching out a hand.

"Steve, I know when you grew up…" he stumbled for the first time that night, "things were different, you couldn't do this kind of stuff but," Tony looked deep into Steve's eyes, balls of brown filled with hope and apprehension, but he leaned in slowly and kissed Steve on the lips feather light.

Steve didn't hesitate, just kissed him harder and held him closer and closer. His mind spun and his heart clenched and he thought he was going to drown in the kiss-

"Steve, Steve," Tony said a little panicked, pulling away slightly. He ran a hand over Steve's cheek and it came back wet. "Steve what's wrong, I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed-"

But Steve cut him off again and sobbed into a kiss, not wanting to let go, not wanting to explain. All his emotions from before came crashing through him all at once and the tears streamed down his face. His lungs were screaming for air as he sobbed through it, but Tony kissed back a little harder.

"Steve hey," he finally said when they pulled away. Tony hesitated for a long moment before the realization hit him. He pulled Steve into a hug as hard as he could and stroked his hair as he shook. He pulled away and looked directly into the ocean of red-rimmed blue in front of him.

"I died, didn't I," He says bluntly, and Steve pulls him tighter. Tony guides them to the couch and they sit, sharing salty kisses and gentle promises through the night as the music grows quiet.