Okay, so I owe this idea to MsFruitKiller on Youtube and her wonderful video of Steve & Tony | Objection. And if you haven't seen it you should go watch it :3

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Warning: Contains Man-on-Man relationship, cheating, and Anthony Edward Stark being his usual genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.

Objection

Prologue

Steve should have known what he was getting himself into; he should have known that nothing good would have come out of falling for a certain genius with an ego the size of the sun. He should have known—and he did know—but he decided to ignore the warning bells that rang out in his head every time Tony Stark was around, because every time Tony Stark was around, Steve couldn't help but to stare at the man's perfect features; his chocolate brown eyes that he could get lost in for ages, his obnoxious smirk that sent chills down Steve's back, and those rough hands that were so used to handling hard objects.

Every time Tony Stark was around, Steve found himself getting lost in a vivid imagination he didn't know he possessed. He would stand there, staring at Tony as the billionaire spoke of things that made no sense to him—simply staring at his lips, at the way they moved, and at how much he wanted to kiss them—to ravish him. He had never felt that way towards anyone, not even Peggy. It was like his body wasn't his own when Tony was around; like it was running on pure adrenalin and animalistic instinct.

And strangely enough, Steve was okay with it, because when Tony caught him staring, his brown eyes would dilate with lust, that pink tongue would slide out from between his rosy lips and lick them slowly, as if he was imagining himself tasting Steve. That look in Tony's eyes was Steve's undoing. He would crumble beneath that stare; would drop everything and anything just to take Tony and hold him in his arms—to kiss him over and over and to make love to him.

Steve was now scrambling around his apartment, pulling on his boots and leather jacket because he was running late for a date with Tony. He had finally convinced Tony to go out with him on a romantic date—dinner, a walk on the beach, and maybe a movie at home? Steve was excited; they hadn't gone on a date in months because both of them had been busy—Steve with SHEILD missions and Tony with Stark Industries. He was going to meet Tony up at Tony's favorite Italian restaurant and then go from there.

Steve almost tripped over himself as he searched for his keys—finding them under the couch where he had no recollection of how they got there. Once he was out the door and on his motorcycle, he finally relaxed enough to drive safely.

It didn't take him long to get to the restaurant; it was only seven thirty and the place was already packed. These were the rare occasions where Steve was thankful that Tony was rich. With a deep breath, Steve made his way towards the entrance, squeezing pass a couple that looked like they were eating each other's faces.

Good God. Tony and I don't look like that when we kiss do we?

The question went unanswered as he reached the front of the waiting line. He flashed the hostess a smile as he fumbled with the front of his jacket. "Hi. I have a reservation for two."

The hostess looked up, her chestnut brown hair bouncing with the movement. She was pretty—smooth creamy skin, cherry red lips, and wide green eyes; her face framed with curls. At the sight of Steve, her annoyed expression almost light up with excitement, obviously having found something good to look at.

"Ah, yes. What's the name?" She asked, her voice low as she leaned over the podium she was standing behind so her cleavage was pushed up, hoping Steve would notice.

Steve, though, paid no attention to it, but he did notice it. His cheeks turned a rosy pink as he quickly ran his tongue across his lips as a nervous gesture. "Uh, Stark."

The girl's eyes widen and she quickly looked down her list, and at seeing the name, smiled wide. "As in Tony Stark? From Stark Industries and Iron Man?" She asked quickly, and when Steve nodded, her grin grew wider. "Oh, right this way, sir." She said, grabbing two menus and walking into a private section of the restaurant that was specifically reserved for Tony.

Steve smiled kindly at her as he followed. They had the corner table—just like Tony liked. He took his seat as the woman handed him the menu, setting the other one across from him where Tony would sit.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Water for now, thank you, ma'am." Steve answered as he opened the menu to look over it. The woman nodded and left, leaving Steve alone in an empty red room.

The silence was agonizing, and Steve was never the impatient type, but as the minutes ticked away, and the waitress brought him his water and bread, Steve was beginning to wonder where Tony was.

More time passed and the waitress continued to bother him about food, so Steve ordered his food—fetuchinii carbonara—and figured that Tony would arrive before the food was done.

Then his food came and still no sign of Tony. Steve sat there, not touching his food for about fifteen minutes before his hunger won and he began to eat. Steve didn't take long in eating, and he ordered dessert—a slice of tiramisu, because Tony had recommended it to him last time they were on a date—still hoping Tony would show up.

His dessert arrived not five minutes later, and still no sign of Tony. Steve ate the small sweet pastry, not savoring the taste. All his attention was on the empty seat in front of him. As he took his last bite, his phone made a small ding noise, and if Steve remembered correctly, Tony had said that noise indicated a text message. Steve pulled out his phone and unlocked it, opening his messages. He saw the message was from Tony, and his mood instantly began to brighten—maybe he had gotten stuck in traffic? Maybe he was running late because he was in a meeting? Maybe Tony had lost track of time in his lab? Maybe he was right outside and wanted to apologize for making Steve wait so long.

The happy, relief didn't last long as he opened the message to read it.

Sorry Cap. Can't make it today. Taking Pep out. Maybe next time.

Steve stared at the small text on the bright screen of the Stark Industry phone Tony had given him. He stared at the words, not really taking in the meaning. It wasn't until the waitress came over to ask him if he wanted anything else that the words sunk in.

"No… No. That's it…"

"Would you like your bill, sir?"

Steve stood, shoving his phone back in his pocket. "No. Bill it to Tony Stark; he'll take care of it." Steve said; his voice angry and dark and hurt because this wasn't the first time Tony had stood him up. Because this wasn't the first time he had been left standing alone somewhere because Pepper came first.

Steve knew Pepper was Tony's lifeline—he knew that—and he respected Pepper as a person. He even liked her, but Steve was only human, and there was only so many times he could stand being ignored by someone he cared for—someone he loved—and he was reaching his limit.

He would give Tony one more chance. He had to know why Tony never went out with him; why he always changed their plans to be with Pepper—why he always ignored Steve when it came to Pepper; why everything had to do about Pepper. Something in him knew the answer, but Steve didn't want to admit it because he loved Tony Stark, and he should have known that in the end, it would only hurt him.

Well, there you go. The prologue's up and runnin' and we'll see how this turns out. I hope this turned out okay! It's my frist Stony fanfic, and avangers fanfic at that, but I'll do my best!

You're welcome to point out any mistake-I'm only human, and I won't bite. Much.

And you're always welcome to leave reviews guys :3

~SaYa

~ A