It was playing. Steve and Tony were so often the men with the weight of the world on their shoulders, that when they had a chance to play it felt incredibly strange. Steve really enjoyed it, though. When they had a chance to quip and quibble, to playfully jab at each other and have a good laugh. It felt really good to laugh.

He started up again, taking the large shovel and moving ahead in the line to the next spot. He dug in deep and fast, making room for the hedge bushes. "Feels good to earn my keep for a change."