Perfect blue skies stretched across the world, sunlight pouring down onto the balcony of the Stark Tower. Warm feelings spread across Tony's skin, the black cloth of his shirt absorbing the sun that hung overhead of him.

Tony raised the glass to his lips, taking another sip of his cold, slightly spiked lemonade. Cold glass brushing against his lips, contrasting with the heat of the beautiful day. The smooth drink running down his throat in a cold stream. Refreshing, Tony thought, letting out a long sigh.

Closing his eyes, Tony could feel a soft breeze wash over him. The air, the sun, a good nights sleep under his belt, it was all perfect. Everything seemed so smooth, so restful, so -

"Stark?"

Tony turned, facing the other avenger with a slightly annoyed look behind his red tinted sunglasses. He looked over Steve, the man in a tight, white shirt that showed every muscle on his chest and a pair of plain jeans.

"I'm a bit busy Rogers." Tony replied, leaving his elbows on the railing of the balcony, turning to face the large man. Smug smirk slid across his lips and Tony leaned back, taking a sip of his hard lemonade. His whole look read cocky, sophisticated, and playboy. He knew it drove some people crazy.

"You don't look very busy."

But not Steve, the man was invulnerable. His reaction only wanted Tony to tick off the captain more. Even if he couldn't mess with Steve's emotions in the way he'd like, he'd mess with them in the other way.

And the Captain was an easy one to irritate.

"I'm always busy." Tony Replied, taking another long drink of the lemonade, slightly upset to feel the ice cubes brush against his lips due to the absence of lemonade in the glass.

"The door to my room isn't working again Stark." Steve said with his arms crossed, "It would be nice if you could fix it."

"Yeah, I'll get to it," Tony stuck his lip out slightly, pushing his lip out slightly. "Eventually."

Another feeling of joy spread through Tony as he watched the aggravation spread across the captain's thick cut jaw. A few muscles twitched in the thick line of his jaw, under the smooth, well cared for skin.

It was obvious Steve didn't have anything else to add. He turned, leaving Anthony's living space and going back into the elevator.

Walking back into the house, Tony felt the cold breeze of his living quarters as he tossed the glass into his sink. The sound of the glass sounded across the room.

Tony flopped into one of his lounge chairs, a long, exasperated sigh leaving his lips. But as he closed his eyes, a smirk spread across his lips, because so far his first plan was working.

Tony had a new way he looked at the muscular avenger. There was always something in the back of his head that told him he might not be exactly straight, But the feeling was easy to shrug off. With Steve, something else had sprouted and Tony couldn't shrug it off.

At this point, Tony had a theory. It had to be the chase. The ability to charm everyone he was ever attracted to had always come easily. But with Steve, it was hard, a challenge. Tony believed it was what made the man so - desirable.

Challenge was the only reasonable explanation for his desire to et the other man in his bed. Personally, everything else was out of the question. Their personalities sure as hell didn't match up. They both hated each other's guts. Tony leaned back, letting another grunt escape from his lips.

No matter what, Tony had a plan, a plan to get Steve fall for him, to win him over for once and get these awkward feelings out of the way. In truth, there was nothing wrong with Steve's door. But it was a good way for Tony to spend more time around Steve and not be awkward.

One thing was for sure, Tony always got what he wanted. Always.

Steve pressed his hand onto the control panel again, just like Stark had told him to in order to use the door. Glancing over at the panel, he mumbled it again.

"JARVIS... It's me, Captain America, open up."

"Sorry sir, but that's not the correct combination of words." It was the same thing JARVIS said every other time Steve had tried to get his door open.

Trying to catch up with all this tech of the modern day was overwhelming at times. All these gadgets and gizmos that cover this tower where much more complicated than the old days. Steve couldn't even count how many times he had to call Tony down to help him.

And every single time that "expert" at these devices gave him some smart ass remark. Steve swore Stark couldn't take any situation seriously.

Once again, Steve was stuck outside his room. The security was nice, but it seemed as if it never worked properly for Rogers.

Tech in general never seemed to walk for the old captain. The coffee machine made no sense; there were so many different cups and flavors of the stuff, it was impossible to get the right kind. Then there were the showers, which had "voice control" and thousands of buttons, switches, and levers. Each leading to a different jet or soap, once causing him to smell like a field of roses. Stark sure got a good laugh at that.

Nothing left to do but wait, Steve dropped down, pressing the palms of his hands against the floor as his muscles tightened. Steve pushed up, then let himself continue back down. A breeze now, of course.

He continued to do so until he could hear the smug voice of Anthony Stark overhead.

"Did I take too long?"

Steve looked up, the smug man just a foot away from him. A smirk spread across his lips. Due to the other man's closeness, Steve got to his feet, rolling his shoulders and neck.

"No." It had taken at least a half an hour for Stark to come down after Steve's compliant. Not too bad, but Steve would have preferred a bit more hustle.

"What seems to be the problem?" Tony asked, walking up to the door and looking it over, hands tucked behind his back.

"It won't open," Steve explained, his eyes scanning as Tony's fingers scanned over the control panel, pressing buttons and sliding over images and graphics that appeared to his touch. "I need to get in the shower."

Tony chuckled, something Steve took to offense. Slightly ashamed was the next feeling as he watched the door slide open and the billionaire took a step back.

Steve could already feel his jaw lock up.

Tony chuckled and looked over at the captain. "You better go take that shower, I can smell you from here."

Steve's brows furrowed, showing he wasn't to pleased by the comment. "What about the door?"

Tony chuckled, "This thing? I look it over, but I think it might just be that JARVIS doesn't like you."

Steve's brows furrowed deeper, but he decided to let the smart mouth have the last word, otherwise he would never get that shower. So he walked into the room and to the bathroom, leaving the smug man behind him.

One thing was for sure, Anthony Stark drove him crazy.