( it's tough when your alter ego is arguably cooler than you'll ever be. how do you compete with someone who has actual super powers? steve is halfway bracing himself for a rejection, so when eddie agrees, steve's posture changes. he stands slightly taller, squares his shoulders, and a smile pulls the corners of his mouth up. he takes a step back, clasping his hands in front of him and rubbing his palms together. )

Cool—yeah, sounds good. I'll just, uh. Go actually see what I've got.

( he feels a momentary flash of panic as he tries to remember what he has in his fridge and draws a blank. but he's pretty sure he has something. at the very least, he probably has more than eddie. and if he's wrong—well, they can always head down to the local greasy spoon, benny's. )

See you in a minute.

( with that, steve turns on his heel and crosses the small distance to his own door. he slips inside and makes a beeline for the kitchen, muttering to himself, ) Shit, shit, shit...