At the door of Stark Tower

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He doesn't really have a phone anymore, at least not one that isn't a burner on the end of it's life, and that phone never had the number he needed in it, so he didn't call ahead. Instead, he's just there, heading for the front desk to see if perhaps, just maybe, he has a friend here. Or at least an ally.

"Steve Rogers for Tony Stark, please?"

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[actuallyhasaheart]

"Nah, I had pizza," Tony says with a little wave. "You enjoy; they're fucking amazing."

"Captain Rogers, your order has arrived sir. The doorman would like to know if you'll be coming to get it yourself, or if he should have it sent up."

[justakidfrombrklyn]

"Yeah, I'll go down and get it."

He's in a t-shirt and boxers and a pair of socks, but despite what some people might believe, he's not shy. Everything that needs to be covered is covered, so he doesn't mind going down if it saves someone the trip.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Tony."

[actuallyhasaheart]

"Yeah," Tony agrees, already caught up in his analysis again.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve has his hamburger soon enough, prepaid by JARVIS apparently, and heads back to his room to read and eat his dinner. it's a great way of not thinking about why he's here, in Stark Tower, and not out finding his best friend.