Technically, Steve only had to cross the Compound to pick him up, but Tony had decided to send him to the city where he was overseeing the construction of the damaged Tower. It would give them some space, after all, and there would be no damned assassins bothering them.

Tony dressed well, as he always did, in a three piece suit minus the tie. He’d made fun of Steve on his birthday for wearing a tie to a jazz club, and he didn’t want to be a hypocrite.

Besides. It might not be that kind of date.

He wasn’t expecting Steve to arrive looking so good, though. Both eyebrows lifted as he strode into the main room of what used to be his penthouse.

“Natasha?”