This one is short and terrible and I don't care.
Actually, I do. It just seemed longer on my phone. And better.
Anyway, this is set in an AU in which none of the Avengers revealed their secret identities. So, in this, Tony's still famous for being, uh. . . Tony, but he's not famous for being Iron Man. Similarly, Steve can walk around without being mobbing by fangirls. Win!
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The people running the street act were very energetic, Steve decided. He watched one of them scale a twenty-foot-high pole with wide eyes, the seemingly impossible activity reminding him of his army days.
"We need some volunteers!" The leader of the acrobats cheered, standing tall on top of his pole with both arms outstretched as if waiting for a hug.
All whooping and general clamour from the crowd died down immediately in the wake of his statement, but the man's grin didn't falter - or at least, Steve didn't think it did, since the guy was twenty feet in the air and all.
"None?" He said, sounding far too cheerful about it for the supersoldier's liking. "All right then, I suppose I'll have to pick!"
Everyone started to attempt to make themselves less pickable (for want of a better word). Steve saw girls letting their hair down, releasing them from any ornate hairstyles that made them stand out. The blond tried to shrink, bending his knees to make himself shorter.
"You there!" The leader yelled, looking and pointing directly at Steve. "The blond one with the muscles and the white shirt!"
Steve cursed mentally.
"Yes, yes, it's all very nerve-wracking, I'm sure," the ringmaster smiled, "so why don't we give you another volunteer to be pant-wettingly terrified with? Start making your way up onto the stage and I'll pick another."
He began to survey the crowds again, and, grumbling to himself, Steve began to walk onstage. He heard another poor person being picked out as he strode to stand underneath the pole the ringmaster was standing on.
"Hey, there!" The man yelped suddenly, drawing Steve's attention back to what he was shouting. The supersoldier's neck began to ache from looking directly upwards. "Don't leave!"
Steve grinned mentally, silently sending out encouraging thought waves toward the crowd.
"Guards!" The acrobat leader shouted, taking far too much enjoyment out of acting like a Disney villain. "After him!"
Barely even ten minutes of wishing luck towards the guy running away later, the "guards" were back, dragging the poor man with them. He had brown hair, matching eyes and a small smirk despite being caught.
He locked eyes with Steve and flapped a hand in what was either a poor attempt at a wave, a sloppy salute or a mild hand spasm. Steve took it as the first and smiled back politely, attempting to stop himself from blushing at the fact that the ringmaster had managed to choose someone who was basically the personified definition of a hot mess.
"There he is!" The acrobatic ringleader cheered. "Why hello there, my friend! I see you're excited for your street circus experience?"
"Oh, immensely." The man said, his voice only subtly suggesting that he was being sarcastic. "I can't wait."
"Something we both have in common!" The man atop the pole laughed. "Come, come, bring him up on stage. It's time our two volunteers met, no?"
The guy sighed deeply as he was shoved onstage.
"I guess we're both unwilling test subjects, then," the dark-haired man said dryly, strolling over. "Well, we might as well go down knowing each other's names. I'm Tony." He stuck one hand out.
"Steve," Steve said, grinning and accepting the hand.
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I hope you enjoyed! I might continue it at a later date but for now that's pretty much it.
