Steve's self care had included an extremely long run. Around the island. And then Central Park.

After chatting with Rey, he came back upstairs, giving Tony a soft smile as he came into the bedroom. "Nice to see your face again."

Steve leaned in to kiss him. "No idea what that was about."

"Helped clear my head out," Steve said with a little smile, "which I needed today. How's your coffee?"

"You always can," Steve said fondly, kissing his hair and nuzzling the non-plasticness of it all. "I'll be right back."

"You say that to all the people who bring you coffee," Steve said.

"This month?" Steve teased, lingering in the door.

"That is extremely reassuring," Steve said, stripping his sweaty shirt off and dropping it into the hamper.

Not that he was being a little jealous, but...he was a little jealous.

"Be right back."

"Just this once," Steve said, "and don't give any to the puppy!"

"Super-hearing!" Steve yelled from the kitchen.

Steve grinned down as Patriot came careening into the kitchen. "Hello, pal," Steve murmured. "You can't have a doughnut, but you can have a Kong full of peanut butter, which is basically the same thing."

He made the treat for the dog, then returned to their bedroom with coffee and doughnuts. "Because I love you," he said, kissing Tony again.

"Little much there, sweetheart," Steve teased, handing over the food.

Steve kissed him again. "This is so much better than banging my face against yours," he murmured. "But first, shower."

"I wouldn't say I was prancing," Steve demurred, "but I don't have to get dressed right away afterwards.