I do not own any Marvel characters. This is my very first story on fanfiction so please R&R. Thanks guys!

"I'm so sorry!" Steve gasped as he began blotting the forming stain on the obviously incredibly expensive suit. The brown blotch looked horrendous on the deep blue fabric; even more so on the pristine white shirt. Thankfully, the midnight black tie remained untouched.

"Really, I can't believe- I'll pay for the dry cleaning!" His eyebrows knitted together; if the suit was this expensive, the cleaning must also be.

"It's fine really. I never liked this suit anyhow; my manager picked it out for me and now I have an excuse not to wear it." The man's chest rumbled slightly with laughter underneath Steve's bunched up napkin and Steve sighed.

"I really am sorry, sir."

The customer was relaxed but important looking. His entirety spoke of money; from his (now stained) suit, shined leather shoes, slick glasses, well trimmed hair and slightly-scruffy beard. The most expensive accessory he doned, however, was his smile. It was rich in a completely different sense of the word; kind and promising but also mischievous with a hint of mystery. Steve thought it was worth more than anything this wealthy man could own, no matter what it was.

"If you feel that bad about it, how about bringing me two more cups."

Steve gave a polite smile, "Of course, sir. On the house."

The boss gave him hell for losing two cups of java, but, after promising part of his pay, Steve returned back to the corner table with two cappuccinos. Nodding at the man, Steve sat the mugs down onto the table and turned to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" The man crossed one blue-slacked leg over the other and tilted his chin up as if he were insulted.

Steve blinked slowly, "I'm working."

"So, you are just going to give me two cups of coffee and then leave? After I so obviously ordered two so you could join me?" The man changed his position, choosing to instead lean forward slightly, elbow bent and supporting his head as he looked at Steve. For anyone else, the position would have looked lazy and slobb-ish, but Steve wondered how this man made it look calm with a slight sense of flirtation.

Flirtation?

"I'm sorry, but I am-"

"You know what? That suit really did grow on me," a grin crinkled mouth and a short beard sighed, "Such a shame I'm going to have to throw it out now." With a thrown look hidden beneath eyelashes, white teeth pulled into a mischievous smirk as Steve sighed.

"Sit," the owner of the stained suit ordered, pushing the other styrofoam cup towards Steve and the chair opposite of him out with his foot in one fluid motion, "And tell me about yourself."

"There's really nothing to tell, but I can tell by looking that you have a lot to say." Quickly slipping off his apron and folding it over the back of his chair, Steve sat down and smiled nervously. He felt guilty for so obviously denying the handsome man an opportunity to get to know him, however, Steve felt indescribably self conscious and wanted to turn the attention away from himself until he was settled. Who wouldn't be nervous when you spilt coffee on a gorgeous, rich man and now he wants you to sit down and tell him about your life?

Steve suddenly struggled to think about his life. Did he even have a life? Compared to this man, no.

Said man raised his arm to sip at the steaming liquid and a refraction of light on his polished silver rolex caught Steve's attention.

No, he definitely did not.

"Oh, come on, you're living aren't you? And everyone has a story no matter the impact," the creases in his cheeks and the corners of his eyes alerted Steve of a smile hidden behind a coffee cup, "It just takes the right person to be interested."

The smile that came across Steve's face was surprisingly easy and felt calmly natural. "Well, I work as a waiter," Steve laughed, "At a small coffee shop on the corner of no where. And I also am working to earn my degree."

"In?"

"Teaching."

"For?" Having realized Steve's shyness, the man decided that asking questions would help prompt Steve into talking and, hopefully, becoming more comfortable.

"American History. It was always my favorite subject." Steve rubbed the back of his head and bent his head down as he felt heat rise to the tops of his cheekbones. He was always teased for his love of history; no one quite understood his passion for Civil War books, autobiographies of presidents, and studying the signatures on the Declaration of Independence. There was also one war re-enactment, but he swore to himself to tell no one after one of his past roommates found his collared and buttoned uniform, embarrassing Steve to no end.

"Technical engineering," a particularly flirty wink and grin, "We're both geeks then, huh?"

Steve laughed, "You don't look like a college student."

"I'm not, I finished early and inherited my father's company. That's why I look so young and handsome." The man felt confident in Steve's small flush and smile and leaned forward slightly.

"Oh, what's your name? My name is Steve Rogers." They have been talking for- Steve checked his old flip phone- twenty minutes and they still didn't know each others' names?

"Tony Stark, it's a pleasure. " The man, Tony, held out his hand, clad in the silver rolex.

Steve, however, did not take it. He was too busy collecting his jaw from the floor.

"Stark... as in Stark Industries?"

"That's me."

"As in Stark Industries, largest and richest company in the U.S., Stark Industries? The one that supplies almost every person almost every electronic gadget? That Stark Industries?"

"Wow, you know more about the company then some of my advisers. Perhaps you'd like a job?" Tony grinned at Steve's wide eyes and began grooming his scruffy chin between his fingers.

"Wow," Steve exhaled, "Wow...," then, "Oh my God, I spilt coffee all over you. Jeez, that suit's worth even more than I previously thought, isn't it? Oh God."

Tony laughed loudly and reached forward, patting Steve on the forearm. "Really, Steve, it's okay. You're too high strung; even for a person working at a coffee shop." Nimble fingers wiped at a rebel drip of caffeine on the edge of his cup.

"Work... oh jeez. I have to go back to work." Steve checked his phone again; forty-five minutes. "Oh my boss is going to kill me."

Hastily, he threw his apron around his neck and then quickly secured the ties behind his back. "Thanks for the coffee, but I have to go."

Tony chuckled, "I think it was you who bought it, but thank you for the chat. I look forward to the next one." Winking, Tony stood up and quietly pushed in his chair.

"Me too," Steve smiled bashfully and inclined his head slightly in a way of saying bye as Tony waved and stepped out the door, the tiny bell alerting of his departure.

"Rogers! Get your ass in the kitchen!"

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes, "Language. "