Zoloft
The day after second anniversary of the first date Steve finds the little thing in one of workshop's cabinets. He's been spending there some time every day, watching Tony work, annoying him with paint droplets on the floor – and JARVIS agreeing to his music choices rather than Tony's.
'What's this?' he asks, turning the small orange-colored bottle around between his fingers.
'Ah,' Tony sighs with recognition. 'Yeah, I know – it's been there for ages, I completely forgot…'
'This is medicine,' Steve states the obvious. Tony raises an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder from the armor assemble corner as Steve calls it. 'It's out of date, Tony, you shouldn't keep –' Steve starts but shuts up seeing Tony's face. 'You're not taking it?'
'I never took it,' Tony states. 'The doctor was insisting and exaggerating – he didn't get anything… Yeah, it's supposed to help you calm down when you're – unbalanced.'
'Oh,' is all Steve says, suddenly eying the bottle with some mistrust.
'Don't worry,' Tony offers. 'I'm very composed now… Ah, this's going to sound so cheesy, but here – I've found my symmetry in you.'
'I love when you say things like that,' Steve admits and they go back to work.