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“A gentleman never throws a punch outside of the gym, JARVIS. However, lucky for me…” he smirks coolly, “Stark happens to own a boxing ring.” *He then pulls out his phone, firing off a text. Phil’s phone immediately beeps and Steve nonchalantly slips his phone away.*

[That little snort downstairs was too cute. Took all my strength not to kiss you. Just one more to give you at home.]

((Sure hope JARVIS has no interest in tracing our texts…))

*The doors open and, for the moment, no one is there. He decides to have a little fun and fires off another, shorter text.*

[That couch.]

*Phil seems confused, but the text makes more sense once he sees Steve’s emotive eyebrows wiggle a little, conveying precisely his intents for said couch. They stand around and take in the opulence for a moment when Steve gets a reply on his phone.*

[That window frame.]

((Well played. Ninety floors of height WOULD be one heck of a view… but I’d be too distracted to really enjoy it.))

*His grin betrays him slightly. Their game continues for a while in silence save for keystrokes, beeps, and stifled giggles coming out as little puffs through their noses, and each answer is a bit more daring than the last. Steve’s final text sends as they hear footsteps and freeze.*

[Stark’s lab.]

*Steve hears a tiny choking sound from Phil.*

((Checkmate.))

*Steve pipes up, tucking his phone away.*

“Housekeeping.”

He had a feeling this new text game was quickly becoming one of his favourite things to do, especially as some of the more ridiculous suggestions were sent back and forth, it really took some creativity to think of how they would work out (Which was half the fun of it, really.)  The last message from Steve made his face colour a little at the thought of it, and the air stick in his throat making him choke. He couldn’t help letting himself think on it a little more than the others, the implications of everything that could- his trail of through was cut off quickly when they heard footsteps and Steve spoke up. He quickly pocketed his phone then, too, and looked up to see if whomever it was would reveal themselves.

*The footsteps don’t slow and upon further thought, they seem to have been some distance away. No one responds to Steve, so they relax. He walks over to the window and admires the view, taking in the silence.*

“Heh. There’s the park we were just in. And the ice cream guy.” *He’s smiling, but it fades a little.* “Philip and his parents left. I hope we meet them again.” *He looks back at Phil.* “They were nice people.” *He spots several landmarks, and soon mentions buildings that no longer existed or had been changed, starting to become quiet as the weight of this time catches up with him.* “It’s a shame Milt’s closed down. They had the best cheeseburgers, and Bucky and I would have a burger eating contest there every Friday so he could impress whatever girl he was with.” *He perks up as an idea takes him.* “That’s what we ought to do… go around the city and make it our mission to try a new small place every weekend. I could use a new burger buddy, and it’ll be a good way to get to know each other better.” *The notion of making new memories with Phil excites him and he gets a charming, crooked grin.* “There’s a little bakery by my place that makes killer cheesecake. Maybe we can go there on a nice d-…” *He smiles wider, then points a finger up as if too indicate he’s pausing for a second.*

((Hold that thought.))

*He pulls out his phone and sends a short text.*

[Date.]

((Guess I can use the d-word now that we seem to be… going steady.))

*He stares at his phone for a second, then types out and sends another message.*

[Sure am glad I learned to text. Saving our bacon right now! <3]

*He’s particularly proud of having figured out that little heart and grins cutely as he dazes off, lost in Phil’s eyes and tracing the reflection of the city in them. They stand there for a moment, content to do nothing more than just gaze at each other as the sunny day silhouettes them against the window. He eventually lifts his phone and sends another message, regaining their eye contact for emphasis.*

[If we were home I’d pull you close and kiss you… hope this counts. :* ]

*His eyebrows raise and they take some nearby chairs, carrying on a complete conversation through the safety of their phones. Steve almost enjoys finding new ways to lavish Phil with attention under everyone else’s noses but still aches for the tactile pleasures of his kisses, the spice and depth of his scent, and the way his lips taste.*

((Then again, this way I can look at these over and over again if I get blue. I suppose that’s a plus.))

“Say…” *he finally pipes up,* “I’m sort of hungry again. Want to go see if we can find the kitchen?”