Super Husbands
Tony liked being able to look. Took some amount of pride and pleasure both from it, because of course he did. Steve was easy on the eyes, and Tony was glad that he was his. Even when he was dressed, ridiculously, as Mid Riff Iron Man. Maybe they would have gotten there eventually back home, or maybe not. There was no real telling. But they had it now, and that felt more than fine enough in the moment.
He smiled when Steve played with the end of his tie, smoothed it down like it was a concern it might get wrinkled. "I'm always sexy Iron Man," he said, because Tony was insecure about plenty, but his looks weren't on that list. "I think later," he said, not even playing coy, "I'm going to demand treat."