Hiya! This is my first fanfic on this account…I guess I'm jumping on the Avengers-Shipping wagon too.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers
~Steve~
Steve Rogers met Tony Stark in chemistry class.
Steve: Blue jeans, blue button-up shirt, ratty converse, blonde hair-messy.
Tony: Tight, muscle-revealing Metallica t-shirt, blue jeans-but they looked SO much better on him than they did on Steve-and black Doc Martens. His hair was stylishly unkempt, and he had a six 'o'clock shadow.
When Steve dropped his pencil accidentally, Tony picked it up wordlessly, passing it to him. Their hands touched, and Steve felt electricity go up his spine.
He figured he was in love.
"You know, I don't usually like muscles, but I think I do now." Steve told Natasha Romanoff and Clinton Barton at lunch.
"On girls? Not my type," Clint lay back horizontally on a step.
"Who is it?" Tasha took a bite of her cucumber-and-hummus sandwich, and then flicked her red hair behind her shoulder.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Uh…because I'm your friend."
"God, I'm not even sure if I like him yet." Steve picked up his pizza from his plate.
"HIM?"
Steve paused in midbite. "I have to go."