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Steve folded his arms behind his head and found himself staring at his ceiling for the majority of the afternoon. Yes, he had things to do, but he made sure to get the important assignments completed. I'm probably overthinking things, he thought. He's a good friend at most. Best friend. But… Why would he have a picture of us on his computer?

Steve couldn't answer his thoughts, his vision turning to black as each word went through his mind.

…Best friend…

"STEVE ROGERS!"

Steve closed his eyes tighter as he felt himself waking. When had he fallen asleep? Sighing, he turned and reached for his clock only to find out that it was seven in the morning. Grumbling, he rolled over and pulled the covers over his shoulders. It was the weekend and unless HYDRA was 'storming the castle' or the Hulk wrecked the kitchen again, he was not getting up that early. Loud knocks on his door told him otherwise. Rogers stared at the door and glared as he trudged over. He made sure to wipe the glare from his face just in case it was Nick Fury, which he already knew it wasn't.

"Steve. Good, you're awake. I need help."
Before Steve knew what was going on, the voice grabbed his hand and began dragging him down the hall. He stumbled along and almost ran into the voice as he was forced to stop.

"I need my keys."

Oh… Steve rubbed at his eyes. He knew who the voice was now and he still wasn't happy he was woken up. He didn't look at Tony; at least, not until he heard Stark whistling. "What are you doing?"

Stark looked up from under the bed and spoke. "I'm whistling for my keys." He whistled again and straightened, standing perfectly still.

"What're you-"

"Shh." Tony raised a hand and whistled again. "I bought this thing where you whistle and it makes a sound. Helps you find things you could easily lose, like keys. However, it obviously doesn't work. I'll have to take a look at it and make it better. Maybe tweak the sensitivity."

"So… When did your keys turn into a dog?" Steve arched a brow and looked over at the dresser, spotting the keys right away. He gave Tony a blank stare as he lifted the keys. "Are you sure you even took the whistle device out of the box?" Steve didn't know what it looked like, but he was sure he would notice if it was on the key ring.

"You found them? Thanks!" Tony clapped his hands together as he walked confidently over to Rogers, reaching out to grab the keys. Steve moved them just out of his reach, continuing to give the blank stare. Tony cocked his head to the side and returned the blank stare with a genuine look of confusion. "Steve. I need my keys."

"Did you call me in here to find your keys, or did you need me for something else? I'm not going to keep coming here each time you call since it's obvious you could've found them on your own." Steve didn't appreciate being woken up, and he made sure Tony knew.

Tony sighed and pinched at the space between his eyes. "I have a meeting, Steve. If you make me late, Pepper will definitely kill me. Please can I have-"

"A meeting at seven in the morning on a Saturday? Really, Stark? You expect me to believe that? You're usually sleeping until the afternoon on the weekend because you get dead drunk every night starting on Thursday. Tell me the real reason why you keep calling me in to 'find your keys'."

Tony stared at him as he thought of an excuse. He knew he didn't call Steve in just to find keys. There was more. However, how did Steve know that? He shook his head. Steve wasn't stupid. "I thought it would've been easier to have two people look instead of one. When two people look, they find what they're looking for faster. Why do you think we have so many people go on recon missions? Besides, I stopped drinking. I now know what seven in the morning is. In fact, I know what any time before noon is. They have names. Actual names. It's surprising what one can discover when one isn't under the intoxicating spell that is sweet, sweet alcohol." He grinned and reached for his keys. "I'm cured."

However, he knew Steve wasn't buying it and Tony knew this because he still couldn't reach his keys. One didn't just wake up and say they weren't going to drink anymore. Steve tossed Tony the keys and turned, shrugging. "If that is what you want to call it, suit yourself."

Steve walked from the room and Tony stood there, looking down at the keys in his hand… Feeling like a dick. He hung his head and raised a hand to run fingers through his hair. How was he going to explain to Steve now? Tony sunk down on the bed and reached under the pillow, grabbing the picture he used to decorate his personal computer. He closed his eyes. He remembered that day. He had been excited since he got to work among the best and he was even more excited to know that Steve Rogers was part of the select few. He had to hide his excitement though because that wasn't who he was. Tony didn't get giddy in public. Tony also HAD to stand next to Steve. There was no way in hell he would allow anyone else to take his spot…

Tony returned the picture back to its rightful spot and leaned back, resting his head against the wall. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'll make it right. Stark looked at the clock and groaned. It was only 7:30 A.M. Not tomorrow. Later today was when he'll fix things and, with a mischievous grin, he realized he knew exactly how to do it.