"Stark, here's your lunch." Pepper walked over and placed a burger on his desk. "You have your appointment in fifteen minutes, I'd suggest you leave now and eat on the way. I'll call Happy." She took her cellphone out and called the man.

Tony grabbed the burger and unwrapped its paper package. He took his first bite and nodded. "Does he know the place?"

"Yes. He's driven me there times before."

"Are you two a thing?"

"I don't ask you about your love life anymore, Tony." She seemed slightly annoyed as she yanked her fingers through her hair.

He raised his free hand up to his chest. "Okay, sorry." He stood up, eating more of his burger. He licked his lips.

"Happy's downstairs waiting for you. Don't scare my barber, okay?" She smiled, but her tone was serious.

Tony waved his hand around. "I won't, don't worry." He walked into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the main floor."

"Don't seduce him, either," she teased.

"No promises!" he called as the elevator doors closed and he was taken downstairs.

His burger was gone by the time he was downstairs. He burped, bringing a fist up to his mouth. He walked out of the elevator and over to Happy. "So you've taken Pep to Steve's before?"

Happy nodded as they walked out to the car. He opened the backseat door for Tony before circling around to the driver's seat. He pulled out his keys and started the car. The other man rested back against the leather seat, arms folded over his chest.

"Have you seen the guy? …Who does her hair?" He asked the driver.

"Nope."

Tony frowned and stared out the window until they arrived at the salon. "That'll be seven dollars and fifty cents," Happy said, smiling, as he turned around and looked at the other brunette, who rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to pick you up when you're done?"

"Might as well," Tony shrugged, getting out of the car. "I'll call." He shut the door and looked up at the salon. It wasn't very glamorous, like Pepper had said, on the outside. The neatly hand painted sign hanging on a post and the loops of the name on the window made him wonder how long this salon had been around. He opened the wooden framed door, a bell chiming. The blonde man at the front desk looked up from organizing the products that stood on the edge of the desk. He smiled politely and then looked at the clock. "You must be Tony."

"Indeed I am. Are you…?"

"Steve." Steve stood up and walked over to Tony. He held out his hand and smiled. Tony took the hand, shaking it and smiling back at him. The blonde's other hand rested on his other elbow as they shook hands.

"So you do Pepper's hair?" Tony pulled his hand back. "No, Virginia?"

Steve nodded. "I know about the nickname. I just figured I wouldn't intrude on the nickname-calling." He directed him over to a chair and had him sit while he made sure he had his supplies where he needed them.

"You're her barber, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you called her Pepper. Most people she knows call her Pepper."

Steve shrugged and dropped the subject. He put his hands on Tony's shoulders. "Alright, what would you like me to do today?"

"Pepper and I aren't dating," he told him.

"I know. Now sir, what would you like?"

He shook his head. "Don't call me sir." He looked into the mirror ahead of him. He chuckled and shook his head again. "I was about to say the usual, but then I remembered I've never been here."

Steve raised his fingers to Tony's hair. "May I?" The man nodded, and Steve put his fingers in his hair. He combed through it and grimaced. "Before I start doing anything, let's wash this gunk out of your hair."

"It's not gunk, it's product," Tony protested.

"Here, stand up, and come this way." Steve walked over to the shampooing station, and his customer followed. "Just sit here." He patted the chair and Tony sat down. He grabbed a small towel and wrapped it around the brunette's neck. "We don't want to get your suit wet." Tony nodded as Steve took out the shower head and turned the water on. "Tell me if it gets too hot."

"Don't worry, kid, I like it hot," he purred, waggling his eyebrows.

"I won't call you sir if you don't call me kid." Steve ran his fingers through Tony's hair to help rinse some of the product out.

"Fair enough." He stared up at the ceiling as he felt shampoo being poured and scrubbed into his hair. "How long have you been in business?"

"Almost two years," Steve replied as he massaged his scalp. "Your friend, Virginia, has been coming here since I opened up."

"Do you run this by yourself? I didn't see any other employees."

"Yes, it's just me. As you can probably tell or guess, I'm not a very big business, but I love doing this. " He rinsed the shampoo and leftover product out of Tony's hair. "Okay, you can sit up." He sat up, and Steve grabbed the towel and brought it up to his hair, patting it and rubbing it until it wasn't dripping wet. He smiled at him. "You can head back to the chair you were in earlier." Tony walked back to the chair and sat down, while Steve followed, shoving the towel to hang out of his back pocket. With his fingers, Steve combed Tony's hair back and smiled at his face in the mirror.

"Do you run your fingers like this through all of your clients' hair?" Tony asked. He closed his eyes and sighed as he enjoyed the feeling of Steve's fingers.

The blonde shrugged. "I probably do. I really don't pay much attention; I don't realize I'm doing it."

"Maybe that's why Pep comes here," he chuckled.

"Maybe." Steve brought his face closer to Tony's cheek and looked at his reflection. "Okay, how are you feeling about your hair?"

"It's too long." Tony reached back and rubbed his shoulder, feeling his hair and Steve's hand brush up against it. Steve curled his fingers to try and grab the man's hand. Tony noticed, and was about to tease him for it, but decided he shouldn't. "How long would you prefer it?"

"Not down to my damn shoulders," he chuckled. He moved his fingers up towards the nape of his neck, resting his fingers around the area. Steve moved Tony's fingers away and replaced them with his thumbs, rubbing gentle circles into his skin. The brunette almost moaned, but he caught himself and prevented the noise.

"So, right here?"

Tony nodded. "But I still want the hair above it-" Steve moved his hands up the back of his head and combed his fingers through his hair, "-long enough to brush back like this. I look good with this."

"Yeah, you do," Steve agreed, and bit his lip as he turned around and grabbed the cape. "I'm assuming you'd like it choppy?" He brought his hand back up to Tony's hair, getting an idea of how short he wanted to cut the layers.

"That'd be nice. You can decide whatever length is best," he told Steve, recognizing the way he ran his fingers through his hair, because Thor and Loki had done the same. With Steve, though…it felt like a little more than a haircut. It was the kind of hair stroking that occurred after sex, or while watching a movie on the couch, cuddled under blankets, one person's head in the other's lap. He cleared his throat and Steve looked at him in the mirror, confused. "Sorry." As Steve wrapped the cape around his neck and fastened it in the back, he stared at his reflection. He frowned, tilting his head and looking at where his facial hair grew. He glanced up at Steve's reflection. "Would you be able to give me a shave afterwards? Not like all the way off; I'll show you how I want it."

The blonde nodded and grabbed his scissors. "That shouldn't be a problem." He started cutting Tony's hair, watching as damp, brown clumps stuck to uncut pieces of hair or fell to the floor. He grabbed his comb and combed those clumps away when necessary, and those clumps joined the ones already on the floor. He worked on the hair on the sides, using his comb often. "I was going to ask you earlier," Steve started, "what's big shot Tony Stark doing at a rinky-dink salon?"

"That's cute," the man in the chair teased, winking into the mirror. "Pepper recommended you after I couldn't get an appointment at my usual salon."

"Oh, where do you usually go?"

""Valhalla's Hår"."

"I've heard of that place. I actually went there once, just to check it out." He started to laugh. "I look like shit compared to them."

"Whoa, whoa, watch your mouth!" Tony playfully rebuked him. He shook his head. "Yes, they are quite glamorous, but don't let that discourage you. You're damn good at your job."

"I'm not even done with your hair," he pointed out.

"But I'm sure those fingers are magic with scissors, like they are just rubbing through my hair." Steve smiled at that. "You could probably be a masseuse, if you ever got tired of cutting hair."

"You think so?" He finished up cutting the man's hair and was now combing it, snipping ends he needed to fix with the pair of scissors he was still holding.

"Yeah, totally, I mean, I get so stressed sometimes I could use one. If you want, you can come by the Tower sometimes."

"Is this how you flirt, Tony?" Steve shook his head when he got a slightly surprised look from the man. "Pepper's told me a lot about you. It's kind of nice that now I can put a face to the name."

"Damn, does she even get her hair cut when she comes here?" Tony took the chance to spin the chair around once the man had put the scissors down. "She just gossips with you about me, doesn't she?"

Steve crossed his arms. "Occasionally, she brings up people and celebrities I've never heard of." He smirked slightly. "But yes, she mostly talks about you. Oh, and this other guy…Happy?"

It was Tony's turn to smirk. He watched as Steve plugged in a blow dryer. "Since you seem to know so much about me, tell me something."

"You've been a playboy for as long as she's known you, probably longer, you're pansexual, you—"

"She told you that?" He clucked his tongue. "That's probably why you called me out for flirting with you."

"Your sexuality doesn't bother me or anything, don't worry. I'm bisexual." Steve turned on the blow dryer. "Close your eyes, I guess, if you want." He shrugged and blew the dryer in his face, the hair flowing backwards. "If you dry your hair like this," he said loudly over the sound of the blow dryer, "then your hair will settle pushed back, almost exactly the way you like it. A little bit—and I mean a little bit—of product will still be necessary, if you want it to hold." He tousled his fingers through the hair on the back of Tony's neck as he dried it. He turned off the blow dryer and unplugged it. He spun the chair back around so he was facing the mirror. He grabbed a hand mirror and held it behind Tony's head. "How does it look?"

Tony sucked on his cheek and nodded. "It looks good. Great, even." He smiled.

Steve bit his lip as he grabbed his electric razor. "Thanks. Let me just trim your neck…" He flicked the razor up carefully, shaving the extra hair off and letting it fall to the floor. He turned it off. "Okay, now you're hair's all done." Tony ran his hands through his hair to feel how his hair felt around his fingers. "It's very soft…And it's nice and choppy." He brought both of his hands through it. "And I can still comb it back."

"You sound very satisfied." Steve smiled and grabbed a broom and dustpan, cleaning up Tony's hair from the floor.

"I am." He looked down at the blonde as he swept around the chair.