[ If he thinks he can use it as a bargaining chip, well, he'd be right. Steve is not leaving his side; he drops the towel off on the nightstand and returns to Tony, wrapping arms around his waist, permanent smile fixed on his face so hard that his cheeks might start to hurt, through the drunkenness, past the serum. ]

Tony Stark-Rogers, you are a menace. But I'll stay.

[ He'll stay forever, because that's what they're agreeing to in a few short months that can't come soon enough. If not for all the planning and all the expectations, Steve would've marched Tony down to a courthouse by now and just said all his vows: the ones meant for him, and the ones meant for everyone, and married him already.

Because while he wants this wedding, what he really wants is this marriage. There are precious few things that Steve has wanted so badly in his life he couldn't wait for them, and this was one of those things. ]

I'll stay, Tony Stark-Rogers, because you are the most demanding, most frustrating, beautiful, and amazing human being I've ever met.

[ He pulls Tony in, to rest against his chest, thunderous heartbeat right below his skin, warm and firm. He might have sobered up a tiny bit, but the feelings remain, and the happiness and playfulness are holding strong. ]

And I'm gonna write down all my poems for you. And fill up the whole book.