"Woah--" This was a first for him. Tony was like an old time crooner, a little bit smarmy but incredibly romantic when it came down to these particular moments. He wasn't a press em to a wall type but you know what? It kind of worked. Okay, it really worked. Tony liked rushes. And the charge of adrenaline. He liked the pressure. The way it made him gasp. And honestly, it was pretty romantic, in the old timey sort of way where gentlemen grabbed their ladies for a kiss.

Not that he was lady. He didn't look good in dresses but he did have nice calves...

Never mind. Didn't matter. If Tony struggled, it was only to make himself a little taller so that he could meet Steve as halfway as possible. He grabbed onto his shoulder and then slid an arm around his neck.

Whatever else was going on, Tony wasn't sure he cared. In the back of his mind, he did try to memorize the color of Steve's underwear. For market research.