Tony shouldn't be thinking like this – he knows that his thoughts are wrong, that he needs to stop. But Steve is affecting him.

The Captain is standing across from him, daring him, challenging him, and all Tony can think about is what the blonde might taste like. It doesn't help that Steve is wearing that ridiculously tight America-themed uniform, and blue happens to be his favorite color, and damn does it look good on Steve.

But he has Pepper. She's his girlfriend; the woman who has helped him countless times without question, no matter how crazy the request. Because, seriously, who else would stick their hand in his chest to help him without asking him insane questions? And who else would hack into his own company for information? Honestly, Pepper should have quit already.

But she didn't. Because she cares too much about him. And he can't hurt her like that, no matter how much he wants her to get sick of him, leave, so then he can be with Steve.

It doesn't help that Steve probably had his own girl back before he was frozen, and he's probably still hung up on her, never mind the fact that she's probably dead.

Tony feels horrible, but he can't stop his thoughts. He thinks his fascination has something to do with his father's countless stories about Steve when he was younger, but he can't be sure.

Of course, it could also be that Steve is too hot for his own good.

Tony can't be sure, though.

He does know that he needs to concentrate on the mission. He technically should be with Bruce, helping to research and whatnot, but he can't bring himself to leave Steve.

It's sad, really; the blonde isn't even acknowledging his existence any more, yet he still can't leave. This needs to stop, he thinks. I have Pepper; she doesn't deserve this.

And though he goes back to Pepper every night, and he can see himself getting married to her and everything… he can't help but wonder what it would be like if he wasn't with Pepper and he could be with Steve instead.

A/N: Oh my God. Poor Tony. I feel horrible now. Oh well. Anyways, finally I started typing again. This is what happens when I see Avengers at six-thirty, have two large Mountain Dews, come home, watch Thor on Netflix, and go to bed at eleven. I stay up hyped up on caffeine. I write at midnight.

I have issues.

Anyway, I'm leaving Friday to stay with my grandparents in Iowa. I won't have Internet…or a computer…but I will have paper! So I will continue writing. Don't worry. Hopefully this time I actually will write, not just stare at paper for ten minutes before giving up and watching TV. So please review? Please?