Okay so this is stat attempt at I continuing this story. So many of you gave positive reviews so I just had to try again.
Chapter 2
"Is Cap still hiding from you." Clint asked as he entered the living room, in which Tony was watching Doctor Who.
"I think so." The genius shrugged.
"You should talk to him about it." Clint said, flopping down on the couch.
"Ugh, do I have to." Tony groaned.
"Well seeing as you live in the same friggin' building, I recommend it."
Tony sighed and stood up, pausing the show to go and talk to the super soldier.
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Steve sat on his bed holding the sketch pad that Tony gave him.
Tony
He glanced down at the unfinished sketch that the book was open to. It was of the genius laughing, hair in a million different directions and a bowl of popcorn in his lap. He started it last Friday when they were watching The Lord of The Rings. Tony had been so adamant about catching Steve up on modern culture, it was really sweet. Sure, he had lat's of trouble getting the old-fashioned man to actually understand most of it, but then it became something different. A way for them to bond.
Steve slammed the notebook shut and threw it across the room. He sighed and flopped back onto the bed, extremely frustrated.
"Hey Cap!" He heard along with a knock on the door. "Let me in, I got ice cream!" Tony teased from the other side of the door. Steve had confided in Tony that ice cream was probably to one thing he could never say no to, especially vanilla. The soldier sighed and got up to open the door.
Tony stood there is gray sweat pants, ripped up slippers, and a grease stained hoodie, and probably the most innocent smile on his face that Steve had ever seen. He also held a large tub of Eddy's vanilla bean ice cream and two big spoons.
"Really? Out of the container?" The blonde asked. Tony shrugged.
"Why not, we're grown ups, not like anyone can tell us not to."
Steve chuckled and shook his head. "So what did you need?"
"Just wanted to talk." He pushed passed the other man in the cozy bedroom.
"Okay, is there a problem? Did I do something that-"
"No! No." Tony interrupted. "Jeez, you never do anything wrong." He sat on the bed and shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. Steve followed suit, but was cautious to keep a good few inches space between them. "You've been acting a little weird since Tuesday."
"Oh."
"Yea, stuff like that, we just really have to shrug it off. I mean I totally get it. It's weird but, you know, can't help it." Tony rambled. Steve instinctively glance over at his sketchbook on the floor. He kept lots of his personal drawings in there, some of them of Tony, most of them not so clean. He felt shame wash over him.
"So... yup." The billionaire finished. "Thoughts? Comments?" Silence. "You're awfully quiet over there soldier."
And oh did Steve love it when Tony called him soldier.
"Yea- I'm... of course, yes, I'm fine, just tired." He stuttered.
"Okay, well, let me know if you need me." Tony said, getting up to leave.
"Why would I need you?" Steve snapped.
"No reason."
Hahahaha yes I did just quote Sherlock bahahahahahahaha. Okay so let me know what you guys think and if I should continue!
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