Hey there, and welcome to my epic story! This crazy thing was around 100 pages on Word, and it sure was fun to write! The main pairing is Stony (Steve/Tony), and it contains slash (MALE X MALE ACTION) in future chapters. If you are looking for a fluffy, PWP type thing, then you must look elsewhere. For people who don't mind a longer, more detailed (but still easy to follow) plot structure, then I hope this is your cup of tea!

Disclaimer: As excited as I am to deliver my own contribution into the large Stony fandom, I neither own any of the characters in this story, nor do I own anything Marvel-related. Oh, if I did, then The Avengers would have turned out quite differently... ;)

Note: Some of the characters may be a little OOC at times, especially Pepper. She is the whole time, LOL.

Another note: Although this story is complete, I will randomly update it in order to improve the grammar, sentence structures, etc. I'm a self-proclaimed Grammar Nazi extraordinaire, and I believe you fine people deserve a polished read! I won't make any dramatic plot or character changes, though. Allons-y!

RIIIIING!

Eighteen-year-old Steve Rogers exhales in relief as the final bell of the day rings out. It is like sweet music to his ears. Normally, Steve can make it through the day, but today is different. Call him old-fashioned, but a new roller-skating rink just opened in town, and he is ecstatic to go. He and his friends talked about it at lunch earlier, and they all agreed it would be fun to go check it out. Steve eagerly picks up his books, along with his backpack, and makes his way out of his history class.

"Don't forget to do your homework!" the crabby teacher barks out behind the anxious students.

Steve ignores her, since he already completed the homework for the section she babbled about. Many people would disagree, but Steve thinks it's nice to have a teacher who gets stuck on long lectures. It gives him time to accomplish his homework in class. Steve pushes his way through the over-crowded hallway toward his locker. Seriously, the school officials can make the halls ten times bigger with how many students there are this year. According to Mr. Fury, the principal, this is Shield High School's most populous year. Steve believes it.

Right after he opens his locker, his phone buzzes in his pocket. With his free hand, he digs it out and flips it open to reveal a message from his friend, Jane Foster.

She says that everyone is already outside waiting for him. Steve replies with a quick 'okay' and shoves his books inside his shockingly neat locker before taking off for the school's entrance. When he rounds the corner at the end of the hall, Steve's phone buzzes again. He pulls it back out and flips it open to read the message from another friend, Loki Odinson. The guy took a different approach with his message and basically threatens Steve to hurry outside. Steve stares down at the screen as he gets preoccupied with responding. This, as one can imagine, inhibits him from seeing where he is going. All of a sudden, he runs into something solid, causing him to stagger back and drop the phone.

"Might want to watch where you're going, Rogers."

Steve's eyes dart forward at the sound of the smooth voice. A pair of dark, intense eyes bore into his light, innocent-looking blue ones. He ran into Tony Stark, son of the infamous inventor Howard Stark, and one of the most popular guys in the whole school.

His face looks freshly shaven, apart from a light, yet noticeable mustache already growing back. His brunette hair is styled into soft spikes, his sideburns neatly trimmed. Steve holds his ground like a deer caught in headlights, too stunned to move. With a dark, curvy brow raised, Tony eyes Steve like he's stupid.

"Apparently, you didn't hear me the first time. I said that you should watch where you are going," he repeats flatly, although his eyes show traces of amusement.

Steve nods slowly and clears his throat awkwardly. He breaks the eye contact to observe his poor phone. The battery cover is stripped from the device, accompanied by a visible crack decorating the flip cover. Tony also glances down at the phone and shrugs carelessly, even doing the honor of stepping on it as he strides past Steve.

"Hey!" Steve exclaims. He throws a glare at Tony's back, until he disappears into a crowd of people, who loudly greet him as usual.

With a huff, Steve bends down and picks up the device. He stands in the middle of the hallway and fiddles with the cover. He gets so focused on the task, that he doesn't notice his other friend, Clint Barton, approach him.

"Hey man, were you just talkin' to Tony Stark?" he asks casually, although it sounds more like an accusation.

Steve scoffs. "Are you serious?" He motions at his phone. "The bastard ran into me and almost destroyed my phone."

Clint hums thoughtfully. "That sucks."

When Steve manages to snap the cover back on, he slides the device back into the safe, padded confines of his pocket. "Are we still on for the rink?"

"That's the plan. Nat only has an hour to hang tonight, though."

"We better get goin' then," Steve states, trying to regain his enthusiasm.

Tony had no right to do that. Based on his reaction, the guy wasn't distracted and knew damn well where he was going. Maybe he did that on purpose just to create a scene. But above all, how the hell does he know Steve's last name?