Steves Pov.

I sat in the living room of my small apartment, with my sketchbook out. I was doing a quick sketch of Peggy in her younger years. I could still remember it like it was yesterday. Granted, to me, it did seem almost like yesterday. In the time that it took the people that I knew to age and die, I had been frozen in time. Part of me wonders if it is possible for me to age. Maybe I became like the so called Gods of Asgard. Although I strictly believe that there is only one true god, of every universe, everyone around me seems insistent on calling them Gods, so I have picked up the habit. A bad habit at that. I sighed and looked down to the finished sketch. It was as complete as it was going to get from mere memory.

I closed the new sketchbook with a snap and set the pencil down, then stood, stretched my arms above my head and groaned. I supposed it was time for a run. I went to my room and changed into running gear, then I stretched my legs out good. After that I left, not bothering with the lock. I didn't have anything worth stealing except for maybe the sketch book, and even then it was a long shot. I jogged down the stairs and out the door, then down the street. Brooklyn had changed greatly, and the only way I could find my way around any more was with the street signs. That, I suppose, would always be something that was unchangeable. The streets. I would always know what street I was on, maybe I wouldn't know about the buildings on each street, but I would always know the street at least.

I ran for about half an hour, before I decided to take a break and grab something to drink at a random café. I had always seen the café on my way by, and wanted to try it a few times. It was a small café, almost out of its time. Like myself. I suppose that is why I felt drawn to it. It reminded me of times that I remembered, a time that I was born and raised in. Most importantly, the time that I had left behind forever. The café had a simple name, Le Café. I rather liked it, it was easy to remember.

I miss the age that I left behind a lot, although I suppose some things about the future are rather good. For example, the gays were now accepted now. People no longer had to hide who they were, like they were the monsters children suspected to find in their closet or under their beds. I also no longer had to hide my slight attraction to men. I always knew that I was attracted to men, although those around me acted as though it was extremely taboo. I also always knew I was attracted to women, which in my time was celebrated greatly. Now it seemed as both was cause for a celebration, as long as you were happy.

When it came my time to order I ordered a medium black coffee and a roll. I went to a lonely table in the back and began to pick at my roll and sip at my coffee. That was when I heard a gruff clearing of the throat from in front of me. I looked up to see it was none other than Tony Stark.

"What brings you here?" He says, sitting down at the table. He is in civilian clothing.

"It has an older feel to it." I admit, taking a sip of my coffee. "What about you?" I ask after swallowing.

"It gives a nice break from the paparazzi and fans. No one expects Tony Stark to come to something like Le Café." He says with a almost forced smile. They sit in awkward silence for a while, then Tony has a weird coffee like thing brought to him and an egg sandwich. I pick at my roll and eat it slowly as he takes a big bite of his sandwich.

"I better be getting home." I murmur as I take the last bite, and find myself out of coffee. Tony perks up at this.

"Let me drive you." He says, standing. His sandwich gone and his coffee still full.

"I was going to run." I state, standing with him.

"Nonsense, come on." He says, grabbing my trash and his combined and tossing it, then grabbing my wrist with one hand and his coffee with the other he quickly leads me to an expensive looking car. I can feel the heat of a blush coming on from the sudden contact.