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New Years Love
Rating: T
It's an AU. Tony's a lawyer, Steve's his assistant. Through their friends, they end up going to the same party as dates, but they just don't know it yet. I wanted to write something special for a friend for New Years, and she requested a Stony fic.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
What is it you're thankful for this year?
Steve didn't know how to answer that. He had a job, which was something he was definitely thankful for. Steve worked as an assistant for a law firm, so he was doing fine. He had food, clothes, and a small apartment, filled with countless books and novelty items he had collected over the years.
He pondered this question at work as he ran around the office, finding files and talking to various clients for the firm.
"Steve, Mr. Stark is calling you into his office," one of the receptionists called out to him. He sighed, and made his way to the tall doors, and headed inside. A man sat in a high-backed chair, chattering away on his phone, not noticing when Steve walked in.
"I've heard it before Potts. No, I won't go… I don't care if the entire Earth showed up, you can't make me… Dammit! And you want me to… Sigh, only because you're my friend. That's it!" The man slammed his phone onto the desk making Steve wince.
"Is there something you need Mr. Stark?" Steve asked calmly. He knew not to mess with Mr. Stark when he was fuming, but he did have to talk to the man.
"Yes, go get those files for the Peterson case for me. And a coffee while you're at it," Mr. Stark grumbled.
"Right away sir," Steve said, walking out of the office. He sighed, and went to the coffee machine. One of the receptionists looked at him with sympathetic eyes.
"He asked you to make him coffee again huh?"
"Yeah. I don't know why he doesn't ask one of you to do it, seeing as it is right behind your desks."
"He's anal about it," Another chimed in. She smirked as she looked at Steve fiddling with the knobs. "I bet you make his day when you walk in with a perfect cup of coffee."
Steve snorted. "Yeah, until he finds something else to gripe about."
He let the machine pour the hot drink, and went to gather the files Mr. Stark requested. With a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, he headed back to Mr. Stark's office, balancing the files as he opened the door.
"Took your time with that didn't you?" Mr. Stark commented, typing away furiously at his computer. Steve gritted his teeth, but he said nothing. He placed the files on the desk, and handed his boss the drink.
"I'll be going now," Steve said politely, wanting to get away before Mr. Stark said anything about the coffee. He walked briskly to the doors as he heard the man sipping away at the drink.
—
Dinners with Clint and Natasha were few and far in between, but Steve enjoyed them immensely. His friends worked long hours, and every so often they managed to pull away from their work to prepare proper meals for Steve.
"Honestly Steve, you need to learn to cook!" Natasha griped as she placed a plate of steamed green peas on the table. Steve made a face at the peas, but continued to eat the steak in front of him.
"Tasha, Steve can't cook," Clint said as he sat down at the table, cutting his steak into small bites. "He's tried, burned every apartment we rented together. The fire department still sends him letters begging him to cease and desist."
"It's true Tasha. I'm a fire hazard, I can't be near a kitchen," Steve said with a grin. "You can't let me starve just because I was born with a terrible curse."
Natasha glared at the blond. "Still, it doesn't mean you can get away with just eating freezer meals and cereal."
"And Chinese takeout," Clint muttered, taking a bite from his meal.
"Roger that, Dad," Steve said, and Clint chucked a few peas at him.
"Watch it pal. Tasha and I were going to take you out to a party on New Year's Eve, but if you don't behave we'll let you starve alone instead," Clint said in his best "dad" voice.
"If there's food I'll behave," Steve said, grabbing a roll from the bread basket.
"Oh yeah. It's sponsored by some fancy company and a wealthy law firm, so there's gonna be some good eats," Clint said smugly. "Tasha took one for the team and asked her friend for the invites."
"She was really nice about it. It just came with a catch is all," Tasha looked at Steve, who was busy nibbling at the bread in his hands. "You have to go with one of her friends to the party."
Silence filled the apartment as Steve stopped his chewing. It took a moment for him to respond.
"Tasha, what did you say?"
Natasha sighed. "Pepper's friend needs a date to the event. He's a big shot, so it would be best if he had someone there instead of him showing up alone."
"And it has to be me?" Steve grumbled, feeling considerably full all of a sudden.
"She says he prefers blondes," Natasha said.
"Hey, you'll probably enjoy the fancy feast they have for the big wigs anyways. And anyways, at least you won't be alone for New Years! Maybe you'll get a kiss at midnight if you behave~" Clint said, and he snickered as a few peas were thrown his way.
"I gave her your number so he can contact you before the party," Natasha added.
Steve sighed. "Tasha, I don't even know this guy…"
"It could be good for you Steve. You don't really date anyways, maybe he could be a nice guy and you two could really hit it off," She said. Steve hated how worried she sounded for him, so he did the most logical thing at the time. At least, in his mind.
"Okay, I'll do it. If it doesn't work out though…"
"I'll make you steak every day," She chirped, "And cupcakes."
Steve grinned. "This is sounding like a good idea already."
—
"This is unexpected Potts," Tony Stark said. He was in his condo when his best friend popped in with countless RSVPs and a small slip of paper. Running his fingers through his hair, Tony began regretting letting Pepper Potts persuade him to place money for the party. Because his firm was a large contributor, he had to attend the stupid thing.
"Why did I do it? Why did I agree to sponsor this party?" he asked his ceiling.
"I told you it would be good for your family's firm, and I threatened to invest your money in kid friendly screwdrivers," Pepper said simply, making a list for those attending the party.
"Yeah, what the hell are those?" Tony said.
"Your newest investments if you don't stop moping and help me organize these cards."
"I swear Pepper Potts, if you hadn't already done me a hundred favors, hired my staff, and invested my money in useful stock, you would be running for the hills with the hell I would raise," Tony griped, but he got on his knees and helped the woman sort everything out.
"Well, you should thank me. I'm a party planner, not your assistant," she said.
"I'd hire you. Better than the useless idiot you got me. At least he makes good coffee," Tony mused.
"Since you couldn't be bothered to show up for the interviews, I think I chose the right person for the job. Besides, you wouldn't be able to afford me, I'm not easily bought."
"So you say. How much are they paying you for this gig?" Pepper pinched Tony, but declined to say. Tony snickered, but Pepper put him in his place.
"Do you have a date for the party?"
Tony glared. "I don't have to have a date for this do I?"
"Yes, if you value your reputation," Pepper said as she pulled out her laptop and started an excel spreadsheet.
"I don't want to go then. The party's a week away, how am I going to find someone?"
"Say 'Pepper Potts, you are the most talented person in the world and I am honored to be in your presence.'"
"What?" Tony asked his friend, not sure what he heard."
"You have to thank people when they things for you Tony. The slip of paper is for you." She motioned to the forgotten paper, and Tony held it up.
Steve
(222) 321-XXXX
"A date?" Tony said.
"Yeah. He works at a law firm too, so you should have a lot in common."
"Not going to happen Potts. He could be a pervert for all I know," Tony said.
"Then I suggest you call up one of your one-night stands, because every other respectable man was busy," Pepper said as she typed away.
Tony groaned. He knew he had no shot of finding someone to put up with him in a week. He had an innate ability to make people run for the hills. It was a surprise that Pepper had stuck with him for so long.
"The number's so that you can call him, text him, whatever. Just don't run this one off, he's important."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Can't be that important. I would have seen him by now at the get-togethers the law firms have."
"He's friends with someone I know. Try to get along with him, or else."
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