The two men strolled in the darkness, flickering street lights illuminating their path. The wind rushed through the trees, shaking the early autumn leaves to the floor. Tony stared at Steve's profile. He was utterly breath taking. His strong jawline, complimented by golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. His muscle definition in his arms was unlike anything Tony had ever seen in real life and he could only imagine what was going on underneath his shirt. Steve turned and caught his wandering eyes and Tony snapped his gaze forward. Steve smiled to himself as they walked in comfortable silence.
"Can I ask you something?" Tony said.
"Of course" Steve answered, his tone upbeat.
"What do you know about me?" Tony asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Only what most know. I don't pay attention to media and gossip. But I do know that you're a rich, famous, genius that lives in a tower in Manhattan and is absolutely gorgeous..." Steve said, he then stopped in his tracks as he realised what he had said. "Um... I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from, forgive me"
Tony stopped too, turning to face Steve who was looking down awkwardly. He hooked his fingers beneath his chin and pulled Steve's face up to look at him, thought Steve was a lot taller than him. He looked hard into his eyes, his expression masked. His eyes began to crinkle and he let out a small laugh. "Thank you"
He took away his hand and turned around. They began walking again in silence. The air was thick and Tony could feel himself getting hot underneath his leather jacket. Taking it off to reveal a white button up shirt that complimented his black skinny jeans, he hung it over his shoulder. Steve's eyes widened.
"Tony, why did you want to know what I knew about you?" Steve questioned.
"Tabloids gossip, people gossip and spread lies and rumors and I just wanted to know what kind of person you were from your answer. You're honest. I like honesty" Tony smiled.
The pair came to a stop again as a car drove past and they waited to cross the street. Tony realised that he was too far away from home to be walking. He decided he would call Happy, his driver, and get him to take him home, dropping Steve wherever he wanted to go.
He took out his phone and dialed the number. Happy answered almost instantly.
"Hey Happy" Tony laughed into the phone.
"Tony, do you know what time it is?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry but you're my driver and I need to be driven somewhere" Tony smiled.
"Leaving now"
Tony hung up the phone after saying thank you and turned to Steve who had no idea what was going on.
"That was my driver. He's coming to pick us up. He'll take you to wherever you need to go. I honestly can't walk into the middle of Manhattan from here. I'm too old" Tony laughed.
Steve laughed and nodded before saying "You're not old, Tony. But it's okay, I can walk from here" Steve extended his hand.
"No, no, I insist. You were kind enough to offer to walk me home, so let me get you home instead. It's the least I can do after making you smash all those glasses and bleeding all over the floor" Tony smiled, secretly happy that Steve didn't think he was old, though he was probably old enough to be his father in all honesty.
"It's honestly fine. I just wanted you to get home safe. I'll be OK walking" Steve said, turning to leave.
"Please?" Tony said, cursing himself for saying the one word he hated more than anything. It made him sound as if he was begging a total stranger and that wasn't something he wanted the press to get hold of.
"OK, if it will help you sleep easier" Steve bit his lip and joined Tony at his side. "How does your driver know where you are?"
Happy pulled up and Tony opened the door to the black Lamborghini with blacked out windows. "It's a secret" Tony purred.
Steve gave Happy his address and the three drove to an apartment in Brooklyn. It was a run down part of New York but it seemed homely enough. Steve chuckled to himself as they passed a little diner on the corner.
"What's funny?" Tony asked.
"That place... My friend Bucky and I got into a fight there once. The lady that used to own it came out and threatened these bullies with a spatula. We got to eat for free in there for months. It was also my first job" Steve smiled to himself, his eyes shining with the memory. Tony was in awe. He felt as if he wanted to know everything about Steve.
"I can't believe you were bullied. You're huge" Tony laughed.
"I didn't used to be. I was a scrawny little freak but Buck looked after me. He was like my brother" he whispered.
Tony sensed something was up but didn't press the issue. Instead, he placed his hand upon Steve's and stroked it gently. Steve didn't look at him but Tony saw his cheeks raise slightly as he relaxed into the seat.
They stopped outside an apartment building and Steve thanked Happy before turning to Tony. He smiled, his full pink lips spread across his face. Quickly, he planted a kiss on Tony's cheek and slipped out of the car without another word. Tony sat in shock. 'Did that really just happen?' he thought, holding his hand to his cheek. He noticed Happy looking at him in the mirror and quickly dropped his hand, coughed and told him to take him home. The whole ride home was a blur.