Another surprise, but this one less so. Seems like Steve's in for a ride tonight, which is fine. That's almost what Tony wants, if he could be sure for a moment what he wants. He's pretty sure it's Steve, but when that turned from idle fun crush into want is a mystery to him. Surely sometime before tonight, but seeing him at the gala all wrapped up with someone else laid it out for him a bit clearer. Now he's acquiesced to going back to Tony's place. Who knows what could happen?
Probably nothing. Tony tries to temper his expectations of an evening that's probably not going to go the way of a dear Penthouse letter. But... well it would be fun if it did.
Until he figures out exactly what all this is, he relaxes a little, visibly so. Once both their doors are shut and he's behind the wheel of his car, he eases back in his seat, engine roaring as he pulls away from the venue. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve more or less doing the same. There's no more listening ears- except for his own devices. But those are safe. The two of them are free from their respective galas and all the groping hands and annoyances.
Then Steve's phone goes off and while he's looking at it Tony can't help himself. "Got something more important to do? I can drop you off somewhere." It's more caring and less the charming in control playboy look he'd been wearing all evening. It's not an Avengers thing, certainly, because Tony would have something pinging him, too. But. If Steve needs to go... His reaction to whatever's sitting on his phone makes it hard to tell, though. "At least tell me you didn't give the hostess your number. I'll have to just get you an entire new phone if that's the case."
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Probably nothing. Tony tries to temper his expectations of an evening that's probably not going to go the way of a dear Penthouse letter. But... well it would be fun if it did.
Until he figures out exactly what all this is, he relaxes a little, visibly so. Once both their doors are shut and he's behind the wheel of his car, he eases back in his seat, engine roaring as he pulls away from the venue. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Steve more or less doing the same. There's no more listening ears- except for his own devices. But those are safe. The two of them are free from their respective galas and all the groping hands and annoyances.
Then Steve's phone goes off and while he's looking at it Tony can't help himself. "Got something more important to do? I can drop you off somewhere." It's more caring and less the charming in control playboy look he'd been wearing all evening. It's not an Avengers thing, certainly, because Tony would have something pinging him, too. But. If Steve needs to go... His reaction to whatever's sitting on his phone makes it hard to tell, though. "At least tell me you didn't give the hostess your number. I'll have to just get you an entire new phone if that's the case."