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Shall we commence?
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Tony was getting worried.
Contrary to popular belief, he cared for people other than himself- Pepper a prime example of this sentiment. As well, he had (although reluctantly ) grew close to his fellow Avengers, and it pained his heart to do things without the whole group.
Like movie night, per se.
And that's why Tony set off to look for the formerly-frozen Captain, in order to convince him to join his fellow avengers on their allotted movie night. However, there was no sighting of the avenger in question in the Avengers tower (or at least, according to Jarvis)- not one star or colored stripe of him.
Once Tony had trolled through the sixty-sixth level of the tower (All things Captain America!) and found no body adorned with blue, red, white or that hideous murky brown leather jacket that screamed 1940s, he set off to check the gym, which revealed the same results.
"Jarvis," Tony moaned as he schlepped out of the gym and (literally) crawled into the elevator in a hazy panic. "Where is Capsicle?"
"You are going to have to keep looking, sir," Jarvis sounded absolutely delighted at hiding Steve's whereabouts.
Tony growled and pressed level 2 on the panel, which was left open to his chagrin. "Can you at least tell me if he's in the building? I don't really feel like calling all the boxing gyms at 11 at night and ask if there has been a Captain America sighting."
"Oh, goodness, no sir," Jarvis trills. "I assure you, Mr. Rogers is present in the building."
"Now can you tell me where?" Tony's voice rose in pitches as the elevator began to move.
"That is for me to know and for you to find out, sir," Jarvis seems to laugh.
"Find out I will," Tony responds, stepping out of the elevator as it opens and heading into the surveillance room.
"Sir, I advise you not to set forth with your train of thought," Jarvis switches off the televisions in the room as Tony scans the various surveillance cameras.
"Jarvis, I have the power to unplug you," Tony warns, his arc reactor growing brighter at his frustration.
"As you wish, sir," Jarvis sighs, and the screens flicker to life. Tony scans each one- the avengers hanging out on level 70, the hallways of each of the Avenger's floors, a security officer in the main lobby devouring a box of Dunkin' Donuts, a blonde smurfing around the seventy-first-
Wait a minute.
A person on the seventy-first floor? With wide eyes, Tony peered at the surveillance screen to see if his blonde intruder was Pepper; it wasn't. Then he noticed the leather brown jacket and the go cart with a scowl. "Jarvis, are you taking him on a tour?"
"My apologies, sir," Jarvis apologizes halfheartedly. "I assumed you would allow him up- it is on the panel after all."
"When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me," Tony snarled peevishly.
"You only live once, sir," Jarvis replies cheerily.
Tony grunts. "Well, alright, don't stop the tour, but once it's finished, there will be hell to pay. No one goes in my penthouse of the arts without my permission! How'd he even get up there anyway? Doesn't he alway take the elevator on the left because of his weird preferences? And why is he the first one discovering this penthouse? The other Avengers took elevators to get up to movie night!"
"Mr. Banner and Mr. Odinson prefer to take the stairs due to Mr. Banner's claustrophobic condition and therefore had never used an elevator in their time here at Avengers tower," Jarvis responds. "Mr. Barton adores the speed of the right elevator and Ms. Romanoff prefers to scale the side of the building. Mr. Rogers was kind enough to let a tour guide through from your museum to his regular elevator and for your information, sir, Ms. Romanoff is the only Avenger besides you who is aware of the existence of this penthouse, but chooses not to go up."
Tony stared incredulously at Jarvis' speaker. "Nice to know, Jarvis."
"A pleasure, sir," Jarvis trills as Tony marches to the elevator and heads up to the seventy-first floor.
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"Welcome to level seventy-one," Jarvis says as the go cart navigates through the level.
Steve gapes in awe at the red carpet hallways and the paintings on the wall. "Did Pepper pick these out?" he asked, directing the AI's attention to a painting of vibrant hues.
"Yes, Ms. Potts does have an eye for interior decorating," Jarvis lightly chuckles, surprising and amusing the Captain to no end.
Steve lay back of the go cart's chair in elation. "As relaxing as this is, Jarvis, why are we only going back and forth?"
"Because I am programmed to drive this car back and forth," Jarvis replies. "If you want to explore the level without the expanse of going back and forth, I suggest you get out of the car now, sir."
"Well, alright," the super soldier grunted, standing up and stretching as he stepped out of the go cart.
"Would you like to continue on this tour?" Jarvis asks from the end of the hallway behind him. Steve turns around to see a hologram of an arrow in the air. "Given your biography, I think I have something that would delight you. Just follow the arrows."
Steve gleefully runs towards the hologram. "Well, if you say so."
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"Mother of God," Steve whispers as he slips into the room.
Breathless, Steve slips the forgotten pack of pencils an sketchbook into his leather jacket and steps further into the room. Steve ghosts his hand over a dusty piano sitting close to the door and gapes at the room, a red and gold music note haven.
To say that Steve was in awe would be an understatement. Back before discovering the devotion of fighting for his country and the role of Captain America, Steve had wanted to be a musician. Bucky had taught him in an attempt to 'pick up dames', and Steve had quickly caught on. He particularly loved to croon Frank Sinatra and Glenn Miller when he felt brave. However, no matter how good the general public (Bucky) said he was, the war had roused his interest and that particular career went to be long forgotten in the events that followed.
Except when Bucky died. As their fingers brushed together before his best friend was thrown off to his impending death, memories of a time before all the drama flashed through his mind and he reminisced Bucky's hands guiding Steve's fingers to the right strings, the swell of pride in his voice when Steve would finally play the right tune.
The feeling he got when Bucky fell, screaming all the way down.
His pain shining over his excitement, Steve collapsed onto one of the white couches, looking out the larger-than-life window that overlooked the streets of New York City. Looking down at the pedestrians below, Steve spotted a girl with a guitar standing at the foot of the intersection. Curious, Steve asked Jarvis for a pair of binoculars and focused his attention on the girl.
Steve winced once he saw the girl. There were bruises adorning her face, a cut at the edge of her eyebrow. But yet, she stood there smiling, playing her guitar and singing her heart out, even when she is ignored by the general public.
Inspired, Steve eyes the many instruments around the room until he spots a collection of the guitars. Grabbing a modern electric guitar, he holds it close as he walks back to the couch and grabs at a pile of sheet music on the table in front of him. Acquiring a sheet fit for a electric guitar, he clears his throat and winces as he begins to sing gravelly akin slowly.
"Strangers waiting up and down a boulevard, their shadows searching in the night..." Steve begins. He strums the guitar softly, before imagining all the people he had left behind- Howard, Bucky, Peggy- were watching him now, and a smile quickly upturns his face. He begins to strum the guitar faster, and imagines the smiles on his dear friends' faces. "Streetlight people..."
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"Livin' just a fine emotion! Hiding somewhere in the night!"
"I need a drink," Tony grunted. "Jarvis, what the hell is that?"
"That's Mr. Rogers, sir," Jarvis replies.
The self-proclaimed billionaire crept through the hallways of the seventy-first floor, pinpointing the source of the sound. Sure enough, it was Steve, which pissed him off to no end. Before he could storm into the room and unleash a variation of hulk-like rage into him, the expression on the Captain's face stopped him in his tracks.
Steve seemed to be... genuinely happy. A bright smile adorned his features and his baby blue eyes shone as he continued to sing the medley and Tony realized how he had never seen the Captain in this element. He watched Steve dance around the room, giddy at the utter delight on his friend's face.
"Would you like me to inform him of your presence, sir?" Jarvis inquires.
"Leave him as he is," Tony replies, smiling as Steve plays a guitar solo. "He seems to be at home."
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"What is that?" Bruce asks, sounding dangerously annoyed.
Clint jerks up from the couch and quickly positions himself away from Bruce, hiding behind Thor. "I think it's a rock band," he says timidly, as if speaking at a normal level would aide the Hulk in his release.
Thor looks horrified. "You Midgardians throw stones at each other?"
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A/N: And there you have it! Chapter two!
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