Steve? Can you hear me?

Epilogue

Flashback to the argument Tony mentioned to Clint in chapter 2:

Stark huffed and signed, Well, what do you want to watch then?

Steve rolled his eyes, I'm just not watching Die Hard again. The subtitles make no sense! Let's watch normal TV.

Not happening! That's all we've done all week! Folding his arms, the shorter man reclined back against his couch with a pout.

Pick something that isn't Die Hard 1,2,3,4,5 or 6. Steve didn't want to admit that he was beginning to lose patience; his whole life he'd prided himself on being patient and calm but the concept of having to sit through another Die Hard movie again made him want to be blind instead of deaf.

There were plenty movies out there that Tony liked but now that Steve didn't want to watch Die Hard he wanted to watch them even more on principle. How could he be deprived of his favorite movie? He mumbled curses under his breath hoping that Steve couldn't see his lips.

What if I find a version that has better subtitles? Since you said you only didn't want to watch because it didn't make sense?

Steve rolled his eyes again, a motion a found himself expressing several times a day when around Stark, You're trying to tell me that I was frozen for 70 years but the only good movie to be released in that time is Die Hard?

Tony had to blink a couple of times as he followed Steve's signs; in the man's frustration he was accidentally signing faster and faster. It dawned on Tony for the first time that Steve had been slowing down his ASL. He probably didn't need to do that now Tony knew it pretty well but the sudden pace change gave him whiplash.

Not the only but it is the best! Tony's signs were beginning to make sounds as he slapped his hands around carelessly.

It's not even Christmas.

Don't you dare! You know my thoughts on Die Hard being a Christmas Movie!

Obviously mocking him, Steve mimed mimicking Tony, Ohhh, it's a Christmas movie but can be appreciated all the year. Yes, Tony, I think everyone knows your thoughts.

Tony stood up and Steve followed. The shorter argued, You're getting your panties in a twist over Die Hard? His raised eyebrow displayed that Tony thought it to be pathetic.

My panties? He jabbed a finger in Tony's direction before turning on his heels and marching over the the light switches.

The solider gave his partner a very pointed look before he slammed the lights off. It took Tony a moment to realise that he now couldn't communicate with Steve and he stood with his mouth open for a moment.

"Real mature!" He shouted more for his own sake.

However, after a brief moment of darkness he called out to Jarvis, "Lights on, J." Instantly the room was flooded in light.

Steve was still stood by the switches. Eyes squinting in Tony's direction, he huffed out a breath and slammed the lights off again. By now, Tony had begun to feel the tension loosening from his shoulders. He smirked slightly, realising that his ability to talk to Jarvis gave him an advantage.

"J, Lights." There was light.

Tony could see that Steve was resisting the smile that was trying to wiggle onto his lips. But the man resisted it valiantly.

They repeated the process again: lights off and lights on and again.

At this point, Tony was laughing so hard he could feel the unfamiliar ache in his sides. Tears stung the edges of his eyes. If anyone had told him 1 year ago that he'd be turn the lights on and off in an argument with deaf Captain America, who was his lover, he would have called bullshit. But here he was experiencing the strangest argument of all time.

In the end they managed to stop laughing and stop messing with the lights but both of their stomach muscles cramped from the exertion. They smiled at each other as the tension had been diffused.

Fine, Tony signed as he sighed. They both flopped down on the couch, What do you want to watch?

30 minutes later they were a decent way into Dirty Dancing. Steve said he liked how it was closer to his time as it was set in the 60s and when the dancing scenes came on he would hold his hand to the speaker to feel the beat. When they weren't signing or feeling the beat, the two men would sit with their fingers interlocked.

Tony smiled gently at Steve, the man's eyes were glued to the screen. All was forgiven.

He then spoke. He knew Steve couldn't hear it but wanted to get his thoughts out there without judgement or potentially scaring Steve away.

Softly, he murmured, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Steve Rogers."

Steve turned his head and leant it to the side, What's wrong? He signed.

Nothing, Tony replied before kissing him gently, Nothing at all.