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Steve had let Tony do the decorating for the party tonight, so there was no chance at all that anyone walking through town wouldn't see that there was a party at the renovated Stark…Mini Tower? Tallish Building?

There was a red carpet (because that's what all of the galas Tony and Steve were invited to had) on the sidewalk outside that led to the open glass doors, through the renovated shop area (with a sign pointing out that the new second floor maker space would be available to anyone in the mood to invent whose name wasn't Beaker), and to the elevator that would take them to the third floor ballroom.

Because, much to Steve's chagrin, they had a ballroom that took up almost an entire floor. Enormous windows filled the room with light from outside and offered a pretty view of the castle. The walls were decorated with enlarged, professionally matted and framed drawings of the Avengers that kids had sent to them over the years (and a Jackson Pollock Tony was trying to pass off as a picture of Wanda and Scott made by a small child. Steve was letting him get away with it).

There was a stage across from the windows with space for Steph's DJ equipment (and also room for the small-ish non-zombie orchestra for when Steph took breaks. The stage had looked much smaller on the blueprints when Steve had approved them.) and the dance floor was spread out before it. A Chihuly glass sculpture hung over it in Iron Man colors of gold and red. (Tony was Tony.)

Silent waitstaff were passing moddable high-end appetizers, but because Steve could spend his entire night eating passed appetizers and still be hungry, there was more substantial food just off to the side of the dance floor.

The room--and the couple welcoming you--was a mixture of the practical, the beautiful, and the casual misunderstanding of just what things cost. Welcome to the new Stark…Towerlet? Was that a thing? Steve and Tony were so glad you came.