That was definitely inappropriate, Steve should have at least been the one to recognize that they really didn't need to see any more of each other than they did in the gym-- "Yea-up," Tony agreed and cleared his throat to force his voice to a normal octave. More of each other would be nice. They could make up birthdays if that was what it took, but Tony doubted he would remember the fake birthdays any more than the regular ones. Cassie just got lucky with Steve sending Tony an e-mail or a text every three seconds until Tony assured him that there was a gift polished and ready for the occasion. Eighteen was...
Tony took a deep breath and dragged the box closer, leaving one hand on it as he saw his opportunity and sprang on the coffee pot instead to pour himself a dangerously full mug. He raised it to his lips to give gentle, insistent blows to the steaming surface and peered over the edge to the cake as he flipped the box open. It finally fell into place then where exactly Steve had been, and Tony put his coffee down without taking the sip he thought his life depended on, staring at the little crayons until he was sure he had his features schooled and didn't give Steve some embarrassing look of...affection or whatever was making his eyebrow twitch.
It didn't hold long, but instead of telling Steve what he thought about the cake, Tony's brow knit with anxiety and he all but whined, "She's eighteen." He had absolutely no idea what to do with that. She was supposed to be twelve, not...not legal. Something had to be done, they had to be able to put a stop to this.