Steve / Tony
Neither of them went through the doors very often -- Tony only a little bit more than Steve, and only ever for situations like these where everyone was ending up in the same places. Neither of them were into that scavenging life; there was still just something inherently off-putting about the doors, and they both saw that their stills could be better used elsewhere.
But sometimes -- well. Sometimes it was just sweltering and you had to end up sitting poolside with a drink. What a world.
Tony smiled down at Steve when he resurfaced and made his way back over to him. "I might have had something catch my eye," he agreed, nudging Steve's chest with his knee before he leaned in a little closer. "How's the water?" Not like he didn't know, his feet were in it, but Steve seemed to have been enjoying it a bit more than all that.