Steve walked into his small hotel room he rented in Malibu whilst he was there to see Tony. He slammed the door and put his hand on the wall. He rested his forehead in his pale as he thought to himself. Why can't I make this stop? He stood up and walked over to the bed. He removed his coat and placed it on the small desk by the TV. He sat down and rubbed his hands together as he tried to push thoughts of Tony out of his head. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly to try and gain control of his thoughts. At that moment there was a ring on his phone. His eyes shot open and he walked to the phone and grabbed it. "Hello?"
"Sir, you have a call from a Mister Tony Stark." Said the lady from the reception desk. Steve closed his eyes and exhaled. "Yes, put it through." Steve hestitantly awaited the call. "Steve?" Said a drakened voice. "Yes, Tony...it's me." Steve said as he struggled to control his breathing. "Steve, I am sitting in the lobby, put on something nice, we are going for dinner." Steve heard a click from the other end, Tony had hung up. Steve put the phone back on the hook, he grabbed his coat and went down to the lobby. "I thought I told you to dress nice." Tony said looking Steve up and down. Steve widened his arms. "This is what you get." Steve said dropping his hands to his side. Tony pursed his lips. "It will have to do, come on." Tony gestured as he walked out the front door. Steve followed as Tony opened the side door to his convertable mercedes, Steve got in and sat down. Tony closed the door and walked over to the drivers seat. He sped off and down the street. "Where are we going?" Steve asked in confusion. "This great little place on the beach, you'll love it Cap, it will bring back memories of the last 70 years." Tony said in sarcasm.
Tony pulled up to a secluded part of the beack and got out of the car. Steve got out and stood by the car. "Where are we?" Tony ignored the question. Steve looked at Tony as he walked away, Steve ran to catch up to Tony. They were walking in the sand, Steve was falling into the sand with each step. Steve was struggling to understand what was going on. Just then Steve could see some light in the distance. Tony stopped as they came up to a small boat by the shore. It was modern, but not a yacht, but big enough for a small table. Steve stopped and his face softened. "Welcome to dinner." Tony said as he walked towards the boat. Steve followed close behind. They got onto the boat and gestured to the table. Steve smiled and sat down.
Tony went to the boats stearing and pulled away from the beach, he went out far enough that they were away from the shore, but still close to see the lights of the city. He turned the engine off and through an anchor overboard. He went a small cupboard and pulled out two plates of cheeseburgers and fries and placed them on the table. Steve smiled. "Wow, classy." Steve said with a smile. Tony sat down. "Figured you would enjoy a classy and high exspense setting with great tasting food." Steve smiled and leaned back in his chair as Tony started in with the fries. "Tony, what is this about?" Steve said trying to read into all of this. Tony continued to eat his fries. "Figured it would be easier to talk where there weren't any alleys for you to shove me into." Steve sighed as Tony made jokes of serious things. "Tony, look...I...uh." Steve struggled to talk but he didn't know what to say. Tony put his hand up and stopped eating his fries.
"Steve, I am not going to lie, I haven't stopped thinking of that night for the passed few days. I don't know why, not that I want to or anything, I just can't stop. So, obviously that means something, and clearly you can't keep your American hands off of me, so maybe this means we have to talk about it." Steve sighed and put his hands on his lap. He looked at Tony who seemed so calm and non chalant about the whole situation, Steve wished he could be as calm as that. "Tony, where I am from, this is wrong. This feels wrong, but it doesn't at the same time. I want to be around you, and it bothers me so much. Explain that to me, hot shot." Tony smiled and leaned back into his chair. "Cap, if I could explain my allure to people, I wouldn't be getting as laid as I am." He chuckled and went back to his fries.
Steve started in on his burger. They sat their eating in silence for a moment. Tony stopped eating and looked at Steve. "All I know is that I kind of need these thoughts to stop." Steve looked saddened, as if he just lost a pet. Tony's face did not change, stern and in control. "And, there is only one way I can see that will make this stop." Steve sat there in hesitation, as if he was waiting for news if his grandfather died or not. He swallowed down the rest of his burger and his voice cracked as he asked, "And...and what is that?" Tony smirked and stood up. He took up the anchor and started the boat and headed back for shore. Steve was still at a loss as to what was going on. But, he went with it because he had no ambitions of the future with the thought in his head that Tony didn't want him. They got back to shore and headed back to the car. They drove back to the hotel. They got out of the car and Tony gave his keys to the valet and walked into the hotel. Steve was a tad baffled but followed him none the less.
What is going on?