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[definingfuture]

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[etch]

[with a somewhat ripe smelling duffel bag in hand, steve turns up at the cafe, freshly showered from a late night session in the gym. the bag gets left near the door though, as far from other people as he can, and there's only the briefest amount of hesitation before he's smiling back at tony.

this isn't the one he knows. he's got to remember that.]

I guess the serum was good for something.

[because it's easier to joke about it than to dwell on the memories of the last time someone did point it out. it'll all ultimately lead back to the twisted mess of problems that he's trying to avoid by coming to meet tony.]

Thanks for inviting me.

[definingfuture]

[Oops. He may have accidentally hit a bit of a spot there with the comment on Steve's looks. If this man is anything like the Steve he knows, he and the serum have a complicated relationship.]

My pleasure. And you look great. Believe me, it's not just the serum.

[That helps, right?]

I'm glad you called me. I know it must be weird talking to someone that knows about you when you've never met, but you can ask me anything you want. I'm all yours.