That wasn't a problem? Not that Tony could begrudge Steve any contentment, but it took him some time to smooth the puzzled expression from his face, making him hold Steve against his shoulder while he absently kissed his crown, bringing the hand in his up against his chest then, very slowly, overbalancing them until he was falling over Steve on the floor. It was easy to laugh again at that, eyes sparkling impishly as he forced the issue out of mind. So the guy who had to do the proposal by the book didn't mind skipping out on the big, white wedding, that wasn't weird. That wasn't going to come back in an ugly way.
"So, what do you think, sunrise tomorrow, Minorca, on the beach, do you speak Spanish? Don't worry about it, you'll manage. We'll get some locals to witness, someone will be around. How fast do you think I can get a license?" Tony was chattering, keeping Steve pinned to the ground between his hip and elbow, then searching his pockets for his phone, ready to start making the necessary calls.