"Well, good news, I talked Tony out of the giant Cap shield fireworks finale." Sam grinned at both of them, only half-joking. "And out of figuring out some way to make your face out of fireworks." Actually, he wasn't sure that was possible, but he wouldn't have put trying to figure it out past Tony.

Sam had tried to come up with something to say - had ended up with about twenty scribbled drafts all crumpled up in his trash can. Nothing had sounded right. And here, in front of Steve, he still didn't know what to say, but he had faith that he'd manage to stumble through this somehow without making too much of a fool out of himself.

"I've loved you for so long," he began. "And I never said anything 'cause I didn't know if it was the right time, if you loved me back, if you even wanted anything. I didn't think being with you was even possible, and it took a push from Tony to make me realize that I was being an idiot." Sam glanced over Steve to look at Tony and grin ruefully. "And what all three of us have is something greater than I ever could have imagined. Something I never want to end, and I'm pretty sure Tony feels the same way, since he agreed to help with this project."

Sam held the box out in front of Steve, his grip on one side, leaving room for Tony to pick up the other half and the thread of the conversation.