Nineteen. BMWs, Coffee, and Red Lipstick.
I’ll probably cry. I’m immensely proud of this man, and I’m honored to be by his side.
I cant, for the life of me, remember my own husband’s god damn birthday.
But he definitely remembers mine.
Do you think that when Steve Rogers sneezes, one of the Avengers goes up to him and whispers, “God Bless America”
Then Steve fucking looks at them like this
no IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER TONY’S FACE OH MY GOD