The Avengers: True Romance Chronicles (a 'Marvel's: The Avengers' fic)
Disc.: Am I placing ownership on this series? Hell no, which means that I'm only the owner of this fic with borrowed characters that are not mine.
A/N: So, I checked back with this story and was surprised to find that it has a follower despite the fact that it only went up yesterday…I'm so glad that someone likes the story so far, even though I've now reached the halfway point in this side fic; also, can anyone out there help me with something for my final chapter of my 'Legend of Spyro' crossover series? I wanna cross it over with one last series and finally put it to bed and never have to worry about it ever again. But other than that, please enjoy then next pairing: Stony (StevexTony for those who don't know or read about this pairing often enough).
Ch.2- Dance Lessons 101
*Chapter Rating: T (for slight swearing and a few kisses)
Steve could count the number of things he'd never gotten around to doing before he got frozen on both hands with little to no effort at all: cooking the perfect stew for guests, how much alcohol he could kick back before he got wasted, but most of all the one thing he'd always wanted to learn to do was how to dance…Peggy had promised him before he took down Schmidt, but he ended up getting frozen for 72 years and she'd passed away; now that she was gone, he had no female friends left to teach him that weren't either married or uninterested.
The wheat blonde haired super-soldier sighed as he ran his hands through his sweat soaked strands, his memories of the war catching up to him again as he hammered punch after punch into the bag hanging by a thick chain in front of him until his fist went straight through the thick leather…the bag expelling sand as Steve pulled his fist back out of it and resigned himself to being finished for the day, the wheat blonde haired super-soldier heading into the showers of the gym he was currently working out at.
After showering for about 30 minutes, Steve stepped out clothed in a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans and sneakers with a white short sleeved shirt and a grey jacket as he carried his bag out to his car in the parking lot; the wheat blonde haired super-soldier stopped off at Subway and grabbed some lunch before heading back to his apartment to spend the rest of his day relaxing on the couch and watching the news, Steve throwing his bag in his room and placing his shoes on the floor beside the couch before laying on the dark brown leather couch in the living room and switching the TV on to the current news channel relaying a story about bioterrorists developing a virus but being taken into custody before it could be used to hurt anyone.
As he lay on the soft leather couch, Steve heard his phone vibrate on the mahogany coffee table and was surprised to see that it was a text message from Tony; the wheat blonde haired super-soldier had given the man his number that day they all went out for Shawarma, knowing that if a disaster like Ryordian's doing came up again, he could call Steve and have him come to Stark Tower or even join him aboard the Helicarrier for a meeting of the Avengers…but he never thought he'd actually text him on a Sunday afternoon when he could be doing an infinite number of other things that could bring him tons of money.
The wheat blonde haired super-soldier looked at his phone, a Samsung Galaxy S5 that had an American flag phone case, and saw the message was brief…which meant that he had something important to tell him and it wasn't really casual.
'Hey Steve,
Meet me at Stark Tower in 45 minutes…I have something I'd like you to help me with.
-Tony.'
Still not really used to the whole concept of what more modernized people called 'instant messaging' or 'texting', Steve used the stylus to respond instead of his hands along with the electronic keypad and sent a short message in response to the dark haired brunette's text.
'Still not really used to this concept, but I'll be there in about an hour.
-Steve.'
The wheat blonde haired super-soldier grabbed his car keys and headed out after putting his shoes back on and turning off the TV, Steve pocketing his keys and wallet as well as his phone before getting into his car and driving off towards Stark Tower.
(An hour later)
Steve was coming up the elevator and watching the floors be displayed in bright red digital numbers on an electronic screen above the doors, the elevator stopping at the top of Stark Tower's 75th floor; when the doors opened, the wheat blonde haired super-soldier saw the dark haired brunette moving his furniture off to the side with help from a mechanical arm. It was only when the elevator doors closed that Tony turned and looked at Steve, the first thing that the wheat blonde haired super-soldier noticed was that he was wearing a dark maroon button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to rest behind his elbows and a pair of black dress slacks with black flat shoes.
"Um, is there something you're not telling me, Mr. Stark?" Steve said as he inwardly admitted to himself that the classy clothes made the dark haired brunette look very handsome, and he was secretly glad that he was the only one seeing him look this nicely dressed right now.
"Actually, yeah…someone told me that you never learned to dance, so now I'm gonna teach you."
"Wait…you wanna teach me how to dance?"
"Yeah."
"Right here, in the middle of Stark Tower, on a Sunday afternoon?"
"Uh, yeah…is there a problem with that, Blondie?"
Steve blushed slightly at being called 'Blondie', but let it slide in favor of continuing the conversation with Tony.
"Well, not really, but how exactly are you gonna teach me? I've never even heard you say anything about liking dancing…let alone teaching someone else how to do it."
"Well, that's because the world was at stake and we didn't have time to discuss hobbies…now that we've got some downtime, I can show you all the finer parts of dancing; we'll be doing Ballroom Dancing, otherwise known as Waltzing so drop your things off by the white couch to your left (points to couch) and come join me on the dance floor."
The wheat blonde haired super-soldier placed his bag on the floor and walked over to stand in front of Tony, the dark haired brunette seeing that the other was slightly nervous so he decided to put on some classical music to start off the lesson nice and easy.
"JARVIS, put on Maurice Ravel's 'Bolero'."
"Excellent choice in music sir, as always."
Steve was somewhat anxious as he heard the soft classical music begin to filter throughout the Tower, the dark haired brunette male grabbing his shoulders gently to keep him from being so nervous.
"Hey, everyone who's never danced before is always nervous…it would've surprised me if you weren't. Now then, we'll start with the positions of the hands on each other's bodies; place one hand on my hips and grab my hand with your other hand."
Steve did his best to do as he was instructed, Tony shooting him a slight glare when he'd gotten the positions wrong but after a few tries he finally got them right as his left hand was resting on the other man's hip and his right hand was gently grasped by Tony's own right hand.
"Alright, now that we've got the hands where they should be, let's start moving…and follow my lead as I move…ready, Steve?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess so."
"Good, now then follow my lead exactly as I describe it…1,2…1,2…keep going at this same pace until I tell you otherwise."
The two males moved slowly across the polished black marble tile floors, Steve feeling a little more at ease when he moved a little too close to his partner and ended up stepping on his foot…the dark haired brunette sucking in a breath and grunting in slight pain.
"Are you okay, Tony?"
"Damn it…yeah, I'm alright; one thing I forgot to mention before we started, make sure you never step on your partner's toes or feet. Alright, let's start again from the beginning."
(4 hours later)
The two males were still moving slowly across the floor in time to the beautiful classical music filtering throughout the Tower, but they were now in sync as Tony spun Steve around before pulling him back towards his body and dipping him backwards as they stared up into each other's eyes for a brief moment before coming back up and moving across the floor in tune to the music…as if they were in their own world when the song came to an end, the dark haired brunette pulling his partner's hand up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on his fingers as well as on the top of his hand. Steve blushed at the other male's actions before stuttering out a 'Thank you' and looking at his partner again.
"Not bad for your first time, Blondie…you're pretty light on your feet; if you want, I can teach you other forms of dancing, such as Tango and Salsa dancing. But for now, it's kinda late so how about you stay for dinner?"
"Yeah, that sounds great…where'd you learn to dance, if you don't mind me asking?"
"My dad took me out to dance halls and let me dance with some of the girls there, and I picked up on it pretty quickly; but yeah, that's how I learned. Does Italian food sound good to you?"
"Yeah, it's fine."
The two males spent the next hour or so discussing the war and their thoughts on how they could've prevented so many deaths before Steve left to go home after dinner. As Tony watched him leave, he thought about how graceful the wheat blonde haired super-soldier looked as he moved across the floor with him…a smile coming to rest on his lips.
For the first time in nearly 10 years, Tony Stark had thoroughly enjoyed dancing…and with Steve Rogers as his partner, he couldn't wait to do it again.
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T.B.C.- This chapter was a little more mild than the last one, and the next one will probably be the same way…the next one will come soon, so please be patient until it does; also, check out 'Bolero' by Maurice Ravel as you imagine these two ballroom dancing in the Stark Tower on a Sunday afternoon…it might actually help you enjoy this chapter even more.