"Couple hours. Let's say six, put some money on it, what d'you got in your pockets?" Tony continued as he raised the phone to his ear, knee already bouncing anxiously for someone to answer on the first ring. If he didn't keep talking, his heart might rip in two. It didn't know whether to be overjoyed or devastated and threw itself against his ribcage in desperation. Steve didn't mind, they didn't need the big ceremony, they had been doing just fine on their own so far, but Tony did really, really want it. He wanted to have what Wicked and Pietro and Pepper and Happy had, and he wanted it to be bigger and more spectacular and unforgettable. He wanted to be able to celebrate with a family. Not only had he completely blown it for himself, he'd blown it for Steve.
"You know what--" Maybe someone had just picked up his call, but Tony abruptly hung up on them, dropping his phone to lean over Steve and kiss his shoulder. He didn't have a good excuse for himself yet, though, so he suggested, "Let's figure it out when we get there." Maybe the flight would be long enough for Tony to reformat all of his personal damage.