Tony would likewise ignore that kind of gift. He hadn't gotten anything like that yet -- and he hoped he never did. Last month's memories were bad enough and he couldn't imagine it could ever get worse than that.
Natasha talked a weird game about all of them, Loki, herself, Bucky and Tony. And it was weird but he was beginning to wonder if there was really something to it or not.
Maybe it was, again, something to think on later.
Kissing was easier. They both tasted like frosting and it was easy to lean into it, to kiss until his lips felt a little bruised and he was breathless and then, when he pulled away it'd only be to offer a stripe of a lick to the frosting he'd missed on Bucky's stomach. "You just like me on my knees," he teased out.