It was like they were back at playing chicken again, just a few inches from each other, only enough to keep from touching when they exhaled. Nothing else seemed to make a difference any more. The vodka wasn't enough to remind him of how stupid this was or how pointless in the end. There was no way to keep the strings off.

Tony saw his jaw, lifting his hand slowly to press it against Steve's chest the same way that Peggy had when she first caught a glimpse of him. He was so warm. Warm like Banner was warm. And hard.

Tony wet his lips, eyes on his fingers rather than on Steve watching him. He had to say something... "Just a prototype. Trying out different fabrics. I think a darker blue, what do you think?" Talking about boxers at a time like this was obviously a sign of nerves.