Fuck. Three weeks was a long time. Steve sucked in a slow breath when he finally saw him, and the paper couldn't quite managed to reclaim his attention, and pulled Tony close, palm warm and firm on the back his neck, and he didn't smell like plane at all, he smelled like Tony and- Damn Pepper.
"I missed you," he said finally, and pressed a kiss to his neck, and another before he could drag himself away, "I have to show you something. Before we get too comfortable," he explained.