"This should not be this way... this REALLY should not be, or it should?" This was his first thought as his ideas reconnected to his brain, something that rarely happens, but this time was natural due to the situation.

He never saw it coming, his brilliant mind never saw it arriving, it just came as a direct hit to his face with such force that well could have pulled some teeth out, it was Steven Rogers or "Cap" as he always call him when he tries to be himself, the Anthony Stark that everyone knows and a very few understand ...

- Wow... Cap... What are you doing? - Suddenly he lacks a bit of air, he's not really prepared for what is happening. - S-stop, you drank too much, this is not you at all. - Having said that he realizes that that's not possible,that is just an excuse, then it comes to his mind, several questions, questions that are like vultures waiting to eat their precious victim: "... you are not you? And me? Who am I? Who is actually Anthony Stark? Who is he and what led him to this point in his life when he's forced to make all these questions? "

"Let's recap a little." He says to himself as he's trying to his mind and body to work together, which, let's be honest is somewhat difficult when a blond, burly, blue-eyed boy of about 1.84cm high is trying to hug you. - S-Steve! – He thinks a bit before speaking again. - Give me some space. - Saying this, he manages to get aside from a wall on which the Captain had him cornered in order to walk towards the mini bar is a few steps to pour another drink.

"Son of Howard and Maria Stark, currently head of" Stark Industries ", genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist... Wait a moment, Déjà vu? ... Who cares." Clearly he could not put his ideas in order, after all what he was feeling was not entirely new to him, he already had several days, several weeks, even several months waiting for it... rather said, wishing it.

– Do you know Cap? It's not something I share everyday, but at nights... I can't sleep. – He grabs tighter the old-fashioned glass where he poured a whiskey on the rocks, while in his mind flit like bees in their hive, vivid images of his nightmares, his night terrors. - Or rather said... - He calms himself and takes some air before turning to meet those blue eyes like the sky that he sees every day. - ... I could not sleep. Because I can now ... since we live here ... together. -

And so it was all quiet, only about 5 seconds that seemed like an eternity for Tony passed by, he was the only one who was talking, he wished for Steve to say something, anything. However that did not happen, the silence of 5 seconds became 10, then 15, Tony slowly began to feel a hole in his chest, one that had nothing to do with the reactor but something deeper that cannot be seen or touched, his eyes began to sag a little, to lose the little luster they had after many sleepless nights working on his armor, he felt that the world was darkening, losing its luster. Why Steve didn't said anything? Why did he feel that way? Why this confession had left his lips? "Damn..." he could only whisper to himself before leaving the whiskey in the mini bar to walk rushed towards the exit of the room.

"I'm so stupid, what did I hope to gain with this?" He kept cursing himself in a thousand different ways while he was trying to escape from his situation, his anguish, his fate... Suddenly unable to do anything about it he stops, his body can't take a step forward because something stops him and invites him to stay, his body tingles at the time a little heat reaches its face, that's when he realizes that his hand is caught, intertwined with Steve's hand.

The leader of the Avengers had reached and caught him so that the playboy just could not do anything to continue with its graceful escape, Tony decided to turn to face him, to confront him. - Steve, what are you... -

- TONY! - Nervous Ironman at the interruption of the strong leader of the Avengers decides to hear. - I couldn't sleep too when I was found ... when you found me, I slept for 70 years and I said to myself that I did not need it, but it was really because the present world overwhelmed me, because I thought this was not my place and there was nothing I could do about it. But you did not leave me behind, you the ultimate symbol of this future in which I should not be, you're at the same time what keeps me here ... what keeps me grounded. -

Tony left any remaining intention of wanting to leave and took an still position, he gathered his legs and relaxed his free arm, he let out a little sigh as he clutched his hand tightly to Cap's hand, deeply that was something he'd wanted to hear in first stance.

- I would lie if I said you do not remind me of your father, one of the men who helped me to become who I am now ... - Tony frowned a little his forehead and pressed inadvertently his jaw, the topic of his father has always been difficult to talk about and Steve knew it, so realizing that he trod on dangerous ground he went on carefully: - ... but you mean to me someone completely different, I can tell it by your eyes and your actions that you are a great man, not the Self-centered brat most people think. -

A sudden idea comes to the genius mind "Self-centered brat? If I have fans only, right? "

Steve sighed while still holding the hand of Tony, then he slowly approached his body to finally hold between his hands the face of the goateed brunet: - You are to me a link to my past but also to my present and future, I want to be with you, I never want to leave you, I want to fight to protect all, to protect you. -

Tony skin bristled while he felt his heart racing, he could not look away from Steve, from his eyes; he could not help but flinch feeling the hands of Steve on his face, big, rough hands because of all the military training, he felt the heat coming from the body of the blond impregnating into him at the same time he perceived the light, sweet smell of alcohol coming from the breath of the Cap that gradually intoxicated him. "So this is what it feels like" He thought for a moment, trying to remember the women who have gone through the sheets of the coveted bachelor Stark.

And then it happened, just in that momento the mind of Tony decided it was an excellent time to let go, to not think more and just enjoy the moment; He closed his eyes and put his face close to Steve to let himself be immersed in the taste of his lips and mouth, he recognized the taste of beer inmediately, but there was something different, something unique, something that he was not going to miss. Steve on the other hand lets free the chin of his before only avenger companion to take Tony from the waist and get him closer to his body, it could not be helped now, it was an automatic impulse that led him to want to have Tony together with him forever. After a while their lips parted and Tony just said: - This is officially your first kiss since 1945 - To which Steve replied with a small smile.

The first moment was unique for the two, a kiss which is expected between two people that were born to know eachother, but as men their instincts began to act up, especially Steve who took advantage of the situation by lowering one of his hands to the back of his partner well trained ass, squeezing enough for Tony to let out a groan of excitement. With his free hand he encouraged Tony to stick with what both of them had unleashed in a way he approached the head of the brunet to again test his taste, the taste of coffee and whiskey.

The intervals between every kiss and every space for air were becoming smaller and proof of that just needed to look at Tony, who had already grabbed Steve with both hands from his nape to not let his knees lose strength and so be able to hold up. Steve noted this and let free the now pink lips Tony to whisper in his ear - I think it's time to go to a more private place. -

End of Chapter 1