When the first text comes in, Steve is distracted by the fact that he has definitely touched Tony in all those places and handed him something on at least a few occasions. He’s not sure which is worse; that he had just not noticed that Tony hates it, or Tony had endured it and chosen not to say anything for whatever reason.
His attention is dragged back to more immediate problems when another tipsy socialite stops by to say hello, a clap on the shoulder lingering to drift all the way down his back. It’s not as bold as the one who blatantly felt him up as she leaned into him, only to be offended and deny it when he asked her to stop. This guy still has the nerve to grin as Steve excuses himself to answer the latest message.
Maybe the choice to go with a tuxedo instead of his dress uniform had been a mistake. Not that he’s feeling particularly charitable about the military these days, though he suspects it might have at least given people more pause. The flurry of picture taking has barely slowed down since he arrived. People have been finding excuses to touch him all evening. He doesn’t particularly like it, but it’s something he’s used as a part of being Captain America. The more shameless ones are what’s fraying his temper.
Tony’s response makes his eyebrows rise. It says something about how far they’ve come that Steve’s initial reaction, aside from relief, is intrigue. He might not have been around for the heyday of Tony Stark Making a Scene, but he’s learned that it never happens just for the hell of it.
Before he can start tapping out a reply, one of the party hosts appears at his elbow, all shimmering makeup and dizzying perfume. Steve had chosen this particular event because they’re donating a sizeable amount to causes he cares about. He tries to keep that in mind as she tugs him over to meet a group of people who smile at him the same way Thor does at a buffet.
His phone buzzes in his pocket eventually but he never gets a chance to look, having to pose for more photos and drawn into a somewhat interesting conversation with the hostess still clinging to his arm. They’re right in the center of the room, which is why it’s easy to tell when the general murmur of the room picks up, heads turning toward the entrance.
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His attention is dragged back to more immediate problems when another tipsy socialite stops by to say hello, a clap on the shoulder lingering to drift all the way down his back. It’s not as bold as the one who blatantly felt him up as she leaned into him, only to be offended and deny it when he asked her to stop. This guy still has the nerve to grin as Steve excuses himself to answer the latest message.
Maybe the choice to go with a tuxedo instead of his dress uniform had been a mistake. Not that he’s feeling particularly charitable about the military these days, though he suspects it might have at least given people more pause. The flurry of picture taking has barely slowed down since he arrived. People have been finding excuses to touch him all evening. He doesn’t particularly like it, but it’s something he’s used as a part of being Captain America. The more shameless ones are what’s fraying his temper.
Tony’s response makes his eyebrows rise. It says something about how far they’ve come that Steve’s initial reaction, aside from relief, is intrigue. He might not have been around for the heyday of Tony Stark Making a Scene, but he’s learned that it never happens just for the hell of it.
Before he can start tapping out a reply, one of the party hosts appears at his elbow, all shimmering makeup and dizzying perfume. Steve had chosen this particular event because they’re donating a sizeable amount to causes he cares about. He tries to keep that in mind as she tugs him over to meet a group of people who smile at him the same way Thor does at a buffet.
His phone buzzes in his pocket eventually but he never gets a chance to look, having to pose for more photos and drawn into a somewhat interesting conversation with the hostess still clinging to his arm. They’re right in the center of the room, which is why it’s easy to tell when the general murmur of the room picks up, heads turning toward the entrance.