“You’re just freaking me out,” Tony said with uncharacteristic honesty. “So that’s a first.” The inventor turned his face away, watching the sax player remove the mouthpiece from his instrument as of that could save him a conversation.

He could and would ignore Steve for a little while, no matter what the other man asked him, and spent the time drinking the remains of his glass before standing. He assumed the blond would follow suit, he was his ride after all. Tony just didn’t like the fact that he enjoyed sharing this with the Captain. Being somewhat obsessed (a genetic trait passed on from his father, he was sure) was all right, but being downright lost in Steve for any length of time was just unacceptable.

They had to go. Now.