"So," Tony said, once they'd ordered their food and had their drinks within easy reach, "Steve."
The beach breeze swept away his words, low as they were. Nobody was around to overhear, anyway; their waiter had disappeared inside to fill their requests, and Tony had made sure they'd be otherwise uninterrupted. They were out on the deck alone, in full view of the rolling, smooth waves, the lulling noise as comforting a backdrop as the persistent blue of their surroundings.
Tony wouldn't admit it, but he was fascinated by... not Steve the man, so far, but this sudden idea of vigilante camaraderie outside of pre-forged friendship. He'd initially dismissed the idea of any other 'hero' being as effective as he was on his own, or worth his while in general. But this was different.
He took a contemplative sip of the drink he'd ordered (something tropical-sounding, fruity but fantastic) and continued, "You better tell me about yourself before this silence gets any more awkward."
"What do you want to know?" Steve countered, toneless by default. Socializing definitely wasn't his shtick, in or out of costume. He distracted himself by taking a small sip from his glass
( ... )
"Why you're in California, for starters," Tony said, leaning back in the chair and putting his heel up on his thigh. It was important to strike a casual air. He wanted to have a conversation, not a one-man press conference. "The answer you gave me while in costume isn't good enough this time. You could have picked a better place by jabbing your finger on the US map, blindfolded."
"I needed to get away," Steve answered flatly, after a studied pause. "And this is about as far from New York as I could get, short of crossing the border. Doesn't help much, though. It's just about as crazy over here as it is over there."
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The beach breeze swept away his words, low as they were. Nobody was around to overhear, anyway; their waiter had disappeared inside to fill their requests, and Tony had made sure they'd be otherwise uninterrupted. They were out on the deck alone, in full view of the rolling, smooth waves, the lulling noise as comforting a backdrop as the persistent blue of their surroundings.
Tony wouldn't admit it, but he was fascinated by... not Steve the man, so far, but this sudden idea of vigilante camaraderie outside of pre-forged friendship. He'd initially dismissed the idea of any other 'hero' being as effective as he was on his own, or worth his while in general. But this was different.
He took a contemplative sip of the drink he'd ordered (something tropical-sounding, fruity but fantastic) and continued, "You better tell me about yourself before this silence gets any more awkward."
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