And with that arm, they were officially cuddling. Tony turned ever so slightly, shifting Steve's arm so that it was more comfortable. "Nothing I say is ever wrong," he said, eating far more slowly than Steve did, his bowl still on his knee as his head fell against the broad shoulder. He was careful with what he ate, thoughtful.

They probably had to talk about this.

"We've done eating out, sex and now flowers and snuggling. What's going on with us, Cap?"