Somehow, in record time, Tony had gone from making Steve’s night to kissing him off. He followed him back to the car, phones held up in the window of the shop behind them, and he put a hand over the door. That wouldn’t keep Steve from moving him, but the point was just to get him to stop moving and look up.

“That was fast,” Tony said with a frown, leaning his hip against the car door now. “You look like I shot your new puppy.”

The ride back home would be extremely uncomfortable if this wasn’t resolved now and despite Tony having an awkward moment of feeling towards Steve, he didn’t want to ruin this.