Steve’s learning to let things go, just slide of his back like water upon ducks feathers. It was hard, sometimes. Okay, most of the time when it came to Tony. But, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Shrugging, Steve hopped over the back of the couch, landing lightly. “Okay, what are we watching?”
Wow, the Capsicle was complying. So he did have a leisurely side after all. Tony’s broad form slumped back against the sofa as the captain joined him, and set the clicker tapping absently against his knee.
’ Uh, some show about some dudes looking for something. ’