on_va_voir (on_va_voir) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2015-11-17 18:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | edwin jarvis, steve rogers, tony stark |
Who: Steve, Tony and Jarvis
What: Definitely just drinks and conversations. No supercharged screwdrivers whatsoever.
Where: Tony's penthouse
When: Following the Arena party
It was with a decided sense of deja vu that Steve approached Stark's building, although this time he made the entirely reasonable choice to skip the elevator. That meant a lot of stairs, true, but it also gave him substantially more time to collect his thoughts, and Steve had plenty of those to wrangle. For starters, there was still the question of exactly why Stark had asked him to visit again. Steve couldn't shake his certainty that it must have something to do with the District Eight demonstration. That was the only thing they had shared between their last disastrous dinner and the Arena party, and nothing about that horrible afternoon felt finished. Steve had even come back to the Capitol with the vague hope of pulling Stark aside for a conversation; it was a surprise that Stark had beaten him to that request, but Steve wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Of course, that was assuming Stark wasn't simply going to launch into another lecture about how Steve ought to start playing along like a good Capitolite because look what happened when you didn't. That was a possibility, but Steve was hoping that wouldn't be the case. Surely Stark realized that would only be a waste of time and would probably end in a confrontation just as nasty as their last had been.
Steve figured those were the two likeliest options, but there was also Bucky's voice in his ear, insisting that this was nothing more than a not-so-subtle invitation to Stark's bed. That option wasn't out of the realm of possibility, considering how Steve had been behaving that night, but that hadn't been the impression Steve had gotten from Stark's suggestion he come over for a drink. There was nothing sleazy about it, nothing sly or innuendo-laden. And Steve was well aware that he wasn't always the best at picking up on those kinds of subtleties, but surely he would have had at least some inkling if that's what Stark was after.
Well. There was nothing for it but to wait and see, and Steve forced himself to slow as he climbed the final staircase, in the hopes that he wouldn't arrive completely disheveled and out of breath. The door opened quickly once he knocked, the same Avox as before on the other side. Steve offered the man a polite nod as he stepped inside.
"Evening," he murmured, careful to keep his voice down, though he didn't see Stark anywhere in the near vicinity. Still, you never knew who was listening, and even if Steve had never been comfortable ignoring Avoxes the way he was supposed to, he was well aware that paying them any attention while someone else was around generally resulted in a punishment for the Avox. So he was cautious in this minor rebellion, not wanting to bring unintended consequences down on an innocent bystander.
It had been an unexpectedly warm night, so Steve had forgone a jacket; he did, however, have Stark's sunglasses folded neatly in his hand, and he held them up as he stepped once more into Stark's living room.
"Your sunglasses," he called out, and there was the slightest hint of the sort of smile on his face that might have been best classified as hopeful. "As promised."