Chapter One
I May Not Have Plans
(But They Involve You)
"No way we all get through this..." Tony said guiltily, and it's all because of him. Him and his selfishness. Some of the people he cared about were going to die because of his mistakes.
"I got no plans tomorrow night."
Tony was lost on what Steve meant, and those hopeful eyes the Captain had made Tony not want to voice his confusion, in fear of those eyes losing hope that shown in them. He didn't want to be the one that took hope from the poor guy, he's been through enough. He's taken enough hope from people.
"So, seeing as you have no plans for tomorrow night either," Steve got up, using his left hand to push on his knee to stand. He took couple of steps into Tony's personal space.
"Would you like to go to dinner, with me, alone, on said night?"
Tony was too frozen on the shock of 'Holy shit, did he just do what I think he did,' and 'God, his smirk is hot,' to answer until Bruce (the poor guy just standing there, practically invisible,) nudged him with his foot.
"You, uuhh, mean like, like a, a date?" Tony rubbed the back of neck shyly, but couldn't take his eyes off Steve as he blushed.
"That is exactly what I mean."
"S-Sure, I would, uh, I would love to, to go with you to, to dinner." He grabbed his left elbow, nervously moving his thumb back and forth on his forearm. Gosh he hoped his cheeks were as red as they felt. "With, uh, with you."
Steve smiled and bent down, giving Tony a kiss on the forehead before walking away when Natasha called him over to help pack before they set a course to Barton's farm. A safe house to live in where Ultron couldn't find them.
Tony just stood there in shock as Bruce laughed until he had a hand on his knee and an arm around his stomach and crying his eyes out.