That night Tony waited for Steve to come back from boxing. He set up the lights until it become low and romantic and choose a point where they could see the stars. He put a nice table cloth under candles and flowers and asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to prepare something enjoyable – since he was a mess in the kitchen and completely unable to cook he rather ask the butler to prepare something.

Tony wanted that night to be special and the final proof of what he told the captain a few days ago. He tried his best dealing with his heart now in an openly way and little by little he knew he was approaching to the other. Romantic dinners by the moonlight were not exactly his style but he knew Steve like it in the old way, so he would do it. Making everything in the old way was being a unique experience after all; he was used to the speed of 21th century, having sex on the first date and forgetting about people so fast that was like they never existed. But that way everything was different: he never made a dinner to somebody before and he felt it special. He never been so anxious to be with and to touch somebody like he was with Steve.

"Dinner is almost ready and Captain Steve Rogers is entering the building, sir."

"Great." He adjusted the last detail in the table and waited in front of the elevator. "Put something romantic to play, J.A.R.V.I.S. Something he knows."

"Downloading romantic songs between 1930 and 1945, sir."

When Steve went off the elevator he was surprised. He saw Tony smiling at him and got involved by the smell of the flowers and his perfume when they kissed.

"A duck in the oven, Roses and Lilies, Doris Day. Wow!" He opened a smile full of heart and held themselves closer when Tony took him for a dance. None of them were an example of great dancers – Steve never got the chance to dance properly with a lady but was a bit better than Tony who was trying that kind of music for the first time.

"Okay, maybe we need some more practice."

"I won't waste any chance to dance this time."

"Me either if it's with you."

That was the first time Tony Stark said something like that and really meant it. Steve smiled, shy.

"Everything is ready, sir."

The brunette took the captain by the hands and led him to the table. In one minute the entire mansion was full with the scent of the duck.

"Did you really make this, Tony?"

"Well, I put the capers on top. Prove it."

"This is great!" He drunk a bit of the wine. "Last time I tried something so good I wasn't even in the Army yet."

Tony could imagine how long was that, but he just smirked. "I don't think you will ever find a good cook in the army no matter the decade."

"Well, Bucky was good at it. He was a soldier not a cook but he really knew how to do it."

"Bucky?"

"Corporal James Barnes. We served together. When things were getting hard at the battlefield he always improvised something tasty for me."

"Oh. I can imagine how amazing he was." Tony said a bit sarcastic.

"Yeah. I miss him sometimes."

Tony stood up from his chair, upset, leaving his wine and his plate almost untouched. "I lost my hungry. Excuse me."
He went to the balcony and felt the cold breeze, letting Steve with a confuse looking behind. He was burning inside like all his blood was switched with battery acid and his heart seemed to be stabbing his reactor instead of only beating.

"What's wrong, Tony?"

"Nothing."

The Cap held the brunette from behind and kissed softly the back of his neck, making him tremble.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You never do anything wrong, Steve. I'm the only one here making stupid things."

"What are you talking about?"

"I wanted a great night , but I couldn't tell you rather eat a ball of God knows what than a fine example of good cuisine. Maybe I need to build a machine to predict those things for me." He answered sarcastic.

"Tony." Steve laughed. "Are you jealous?"

Jealous. He found a match in his heart when he heard this word; he knew the meaning anybody could find at a dictionary and he made a lot of ladies feel like that his entire life but now he was really feeling it for the first time. In the end he just slightly grunted as an answer.

"I can't believe you're jealous of somebody who died 70 years ago."

Tony felt naked with his heart fulfilling the entire mansion.

"I'm… not. That wouldn't be rational."

"Yeah, sure. Listen, Bucky was a friend of mine. He was my best friend my entire life and we took care of each other in the battlefield." The brunette moaned impatiently and Steve held him tighter. "But he's gone defending our country long time ago, and you are here."

Tony turned to face him with intrigued proud eyes.

"You asked me for a chance. You fulfilled your mansion with flowers even I know you're allergic to them and prepared all those things just for us. I don't want to get stuck by my past, Tony. I won't forget about everything that happened but I don't want it to interfere the way things are going now." The captain put his fingertips softly over the other's lips when he tried to speak. "So, please, don't be upset with things that are not a threat to you."

Tony held Steve's hand on his own, kissing softly his palm without a word.

"Ok?"

It was hard to Tony to deal with that feeling so new and imagine Steve with eyes or feeling for any other than him. He knew this lack of confidence wasn't something expected from somebody like him but was also certain that his world was turned upside down and it was time to learn the new features of his heart. It takes time, he knew, but for the blonde he would try it.

Tony held Steve again and became so close they could feel the breathing of each other. "If you're asking me, I'll try."

Another song started playing inside the mansion and the brunette whispered the lyrics by the Cap's ears.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?
Could I tell you once again somehow?"

They opened a smile full of heart to each other and kissed passionately by the moonlight.


Notes: The lyrics is from a song called Have I told you lately that I love you. I'm not sure about the original writter/singer of the song but I can tell you this is not mine. I don't own the characters, just the plot and the duck with capers recipe.

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