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.

"I thought you said my pants were tight enough," Steve said.

Steve blushed all the way down. "Incorrigible," he murmured, heading into the shower.

"Love you too," Steve called back.

He'd return in a few minutes after his usual lobster-boiling hot shower.

"Not as much as I'd hoped," Steve admitted, coming out in just a towel, hair tousled and still drippy.

Steve smiled softly and reached for a pair of Stark-branded sweatpants to slide into, then used the towel to dry his hair a little more.

It was now sticking up in all kinds of crazy directions.

"I do like donuts," he said, settling in next to Tony on the bed.

Steve's eyes went a little a dark and needy as he took the bite, then settled his head against Tony's comfortable, non-plastic shoulder. "The more I think about the bureau being full of hands--" he shivered. "Not okay."

"Just a little," Steve said, closing his eyes. "And I'd be very, very fine with never watching your potential execution announced live on television."

His arm snaked around Tony's side to pull him in closer. Steve would need some reassurance on the Tony-being-here front for a while.

"It was a close shave," Steve murmured.

Steve was going to fall apart juuuust a little.

"It really wasn't."