Steve / Tony
Some people liked to get through the doors as often as they could, get into trouble or whatever. Steve liked the quiet life and he knew it wouldn't last, couldn't last and he was enjoying it not while it did. Painting, boxing with who ever might want to throw a few punches, cooking and the simplicity of that had Steve hooked. Not to mention having someone to share it with.
He grabbed Tony's knee with a warm smile, giving a squeeze. Steve knew Tony's relationship with water was complicated, he always kept his face dry because he knew Tony was more comfortable like that. If he wanted to sit on the edge, well as long as he was enjoying himself it didn't matter. "Water's fine," he said as he shook his head back to clear some from his hair. Little droplets clung to his beard and he gave it a rub before he leaned in for a soft kiss.
It was nice to splash around and Steve couldn't help it, he was still relishing being back in his own strong body, the way it cut easily through the water.