"Does Steve like flowers?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Because you’ve known him forever. Come on, lay it on me."
"I don’t think Steve cares about flowers."
"He’s got to like some flowers, Bucky. Wait, was he allergic before he got Cap-i-fied?”
"Just answer the question, I’m not paying you to screw around."
"You are literally paying me nothing, ass, I live here. No, he wasn’t allergic, and thank god because almost everything else made the guy sick. And I think I remember him saying he likes tulips one time."
"Tulips! Great, I’ll get him those."
"Don’t go overboard, Stark."
"Do I seem like the kind of person to go overboard?"
"Get one bouquet, Tony. A small one. Steve gets uncomfortable if people try to give him a lot of stuff. You should’ve seen him after a senator tried to give him a house, looked like he was eating a lemon. I get you like to spoil people, Stark, but believe me, Steve won’t react well to it.”
"I think a room full of tulips would fit in really nicely somewhere on Steve’s floor."
"God. Buy him some candy hearts while you’re at it, write tiny love notes on them with lasers."
"That wouldn’t work, it’d melt the chocolate."
"Please don’t write him tiny love notes on chocolate."
"Psshh. If I ever tried to write love notes, I’d probably write something like, ‘roses are red, violets are blue, we should totally bang, now please.’”
"Wow. That was awful. Why am I helping you again?"
"Because according to you, we’re the stubbornest idiots ever and we don’t know how to talk about our feelings and you want to make sure we do something about said feelings before one of us dies in a Doombot invasion. Also you want Steve to get laid. Which I am eternally grateful for."
"Go buy the kid some goddamn tulips, Tony."
"Eternally grateful, Bucky."