A/N: Just some Cap/Tony Brotime. Reviews are welcome!

The Little Boy's Room

There was one last light left on in Stark Tower. It was five in the morning and Steve Rogers found, like most other nights, he couldn't sleep. All of the other Avengers had turned in for the night hours ago. Even JARVIS had shut himself down around two. So Steve poured himself a drink and climbed onto the recently repaired roof. Loki's army had destroyed most of the new Stark tower, but Stark had used his considerable wealth and power to have it repaired within days.

Cap looked out at the sun rising over Manhattan and his stomach turned. Though he had been living in the present for almost a year, the technology of it all still made him a little ill. It was like living in one of those science-fiction books Bucky used to read. Computers, jets, aliens and everything. He always felt so out of his element. Cap didn't like learning as he went. It made him feel vulnerable.

He was throwing back the last of his drink when he heard the hatch to the roof open. He quickly turned, immediately on guard, to see a sleepy-eyed Tony Stark standing there in Iron Man pajamas. Stark immediately threw his arms up in a disarming gesture.

"Whoa, there Cap. Just me." said Stark. Cap turned back towards the skyline with a deep sigh.

"What do you want, Stark?" he asked.

"Whoa, cool your jets, Captain Underpants." Stark answered defensively. Immediately Cap felt bad because he hated hurting people's feelings, but Stark always seemed to set him off with his snide comments. "I was just wondering why you're sitting on my roof boozing it up at 5:30 in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep." Cap answered shortly. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get a peaceful night of sleep again.

"Do you want some Ambien? Because I could get you Ambien."

Cap wasn't exactly sure what exactly Ambien was, so he remained silent because he was fairly certain he didn't want to know. Stark turned to him, a serious look on his face.

"Seriously though, what's up? You've been all broody like this since the Battle. It's totally throwing off the Avenger groove."

Cap folded his arms over his knees and sighed. "Stark, do you know what it's like to be completely out of your time? To be hanging around with the son of your colleague, who just a few months ago was your age? My family, my friends, my world is dead." He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. Stark didn't say anything.

"I was asleep for 70 years. 70 years in which people lived and died and fought and innovated. And I was there for none of it. But it looks like I'll be here for the rest of it…" S.H.I.E.L.D. had done tests and his tissue didn't seem to be aging at all, or just exponentially slower than normal tissue deteriorates.

"Listen, man." Stark said. "You got screwed over by events that were out of your control. But weren't we all? I mean, look at Bruce. He turns into a giant green monster whenever something pisses him off. Clint got brain-tapped by Loki and killed a bunch of people. I have a shard of shrapnel somewhere in my chest that I got when I was kidnapped. We're all fucked up, but we're all dealing with it. And – shit, I sound like a sap – we can help." He pauses and Cap looks at him, waiting for him to finish. "But here's the kicker: you've gotta let us. You can't just hide yourself away like this."

Cap looked at Stark in disbelief. Maybe he was more like his father than he had previously thought. "Yeah," Cap answered. "Okay." And he chucked his empty glass off the building and stood up. Stark chuckled and put his arm around Cap's shoulder.

"What are you doing up this early anyway?" he asks Stark.

"Had to use the little boy's room."