A/N: This took longer than I wanted it take. But it's done! Enjoy!

Tony's eye shoot open to the loud regrettably loud ringing to his phone. It was still dark out when he looks through the window that hung behind the head of his bead and he groans frustrated. No one should be calling him this early, everyone who is everyone knows this rule and he is about to remind who ever forgot this rule. He pushes his sheets back and stumbles into the dark following the glow of his phone stubbing his toe on the way there. He takes in a quick breath holding back curse and answers the phone. "You better be in a corner with a knife in your chest, I swear."

"Sorry to disappoint hard ass. I'm calling in regards to you standing me and the rest of your posse up last night. What the hell, Tony?"

Rhody. Tony closes his eyes in realization of his mistake. "Shit, James look I'm sorry. I totally forgot about my plans. I'm sorry. It's just I got a new job and-"

"Wait. Did you just say you got a job?" Tony was sure he heard snickering along with a "Psh."

"Yes, solider boy. An actual tax paying job." He shakes his head feeling the throbbing pain from his toe start to arise and he flinches biting his lip and moaning.

"Ah. Don't tell me, another one of your solo late night pleasures?" He can imagine his friend winking at him and he becomes flustered.

"Bite me."

"Sorry, not interested. Although, I know a few people who might be."

"Goodbye Rhodey." Tony sighs and shuts off his phone making sure there will be no more interruptions until he up and ready and halfway out the door to work. He runs a hand over his face and finds his way to his bed once again. He hadn't realized that he had forgotten his own plans. He actually missed out for once and for what? Because he couldn't get one guy he had never seen before out of his head? No. He just wanted time to himself. He worked late is all, right? He was tired, it happens. Now if only he could start letting himself believe that.

Steve woke up as expected. Later than expected but otherwise he predictably had that man on his mind. Annoyed with himself, he scooted to the edge of his bed and let his legs hang over the side. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do today other than unpack. He didn't want to go near that computer afraid he'd have a complete nervous breakdown over it. Now that would would be a new way to start the day. It wasn't as though he was being rushed to learn how to use it. But he did have a time limit, as generous as it was, it was still making him panic inside. He felt his stomach fill with butterflies and he fills angry with himself. He has too much on his mind to have such a silly reason for why he can't concentrate.

Steve pushes himself up and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth and use the bathroom. The only normal thing he felt he's done since he's gotten here. As he washes his hands he makes his way to the living room, popping in a movie and turning on the television. He feels he should do something productive with his time, but instead he just wants his second day in his new home to be a lazy one. And that's exactly what he will be doing. Until of course the movie becomes just background noise to his own thoughts. Thoughts of course that are filled with only one thing and one thing only. Thoughts that make him pick up the phone and go through the recently dialed number and press send.

Tony comes into work half an hour late and his greeted by his overly serious boss. "Second day, Mr. Stark. Your excuse better be good." Tony narrows his eyes thinking of a better excuse other that the one that was the truth. But he came up empty and shrugs his shoulders.

"I had a late night. It won't happen again, okay? Promise." He smiles the utmost fakest smile he has ever felt himself make and was sure Fury didn't fall for it let alone consider it as a promise. "If it happens again, don't bother walking through those doors. Do you understand?" Tony nods and begins to walk away when he hears his name again. "And Mr. Stark?"

"Yes, dear?"

"This is a Tech Support line, not a dating hotline. If I hear that you seduced another customer, consider yourself fired. Understood?" Tony looks away embarrassed. He had forgotten the lines were recorded. He walks away not saying anything, but Fury knows he understands. When Tony reaches his desk he only wants one thing. But he knows that will never happen, or so he thought.

"Tech Support, this is Anthony. How can I help you?" Tony rolls his eyes at his happy opening. The only thing he hates the most his sounding and looking happy for the sake of others. But he liked this job and if that what had to be done then so be it. Tony's day has been slow. Only a few calls here and there. Most f them short and simple. One was longer than usual. An older woman who decided to return to school and was required to obtain a laptop. He was forced to go step by step on how to register and-. Steve. It reminded him of Steve. He had almost forgotten about him. Almost.

However, the sound of the all too familiar voice in his headset

"Tony?"

"Steve? Is that seriously you?" Tony asks surprised. He was sure that he would never here that voice again let alone twice in one week. He found himself smiling and hoped it could not hear.

"Well this is surprising coincidences. I was just thinking about you. How are you?" 'How am I? Did he just say he was thinking about me?' He thought to himself skeptical of the reasoning behind the man's call. Tony didn't believe in coincidences nor did he think things happened at random.

"I'm good. Really good now."

"I can't talk this line is recorded." There was silence after that. He was sure he hung up but was reassured by some muffling and static.

"Oh. No of course, I just thought-"

"You can call on my cell though." He said quickly not wanting to hear the man's reasoning. To be honest he didn't care he just wanted a stable reassurance of knowing he would be able to hear that voice again. And by the excitement of his voice, he knew Steve thought the same thing.

"Okay that sounds like the best idea." Tony heard some shuffling along with a small crash and a curse before he hears him come back on. "Okay, whats your number." Tony laughs heading the man out of breath obviously got a pen and paper.

"Okay it's five-five-five."

"Okay."

"Zero-seven-zero-four."

"Zero, seven, zero, four. Okay I got it!" Steve says loudly into the his phone. Tony was only a few hours into his day of work and was not in the right to screw up at the moment. So he would have to go the next six hours with full blown anxiety with fact that he would have to wait until he got home to hear the voice. It was bad enough he had to end the call.

"Okay, I have to let you go again, but I'll give you a call tonight when I get off work, deal?"

"Deal. Talk to you later then?" Tony smiles again feeling his heart begin to race. "Yup. Bye Steve."

"By Tony." Tony forced himself to end the call. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it until tonight, but he didn't have much time to think about it when his phone began ringing again.

"Tech Support this is Anthony. How can I help you?"

Steve waited, and waited, and waited. His lazy day has turned into just waiting. So to pass the time as quickly as he knew how, he drew. He drew what he thought the face behind that voice looked like. He was sure he had to be a brunette, the way he held himself as he talked. His confidence. So that had to mean he had brown eyes. So he drew them. Large and round as if though if he stared at you long enough you can read every bit of emotion that laid behind them. He drew his lips puffy and a light hue of pink. Kissable. He put a hint of red on the bottom lip as though he bit down to hard and the blood began to rush to the bite. He drew his cheeks slightly sunken in with bits of stubble surrounding both sides. And he drew his neck, he drew the different colored veins splayed in different directions, he drew the light purple patches of where he sucked and nipped.

But the time he Steve was finished, it was dark out and he had the most detailed picture he had ever drawn. He didn't know what he would do with it. Didn't know why he had even drawn if in the first place beside to pass the time. But he felt too invested in it that he refused to just throw it out. So he kept it. Slipped it one of his larger sketchbooks and left it alone.

Steve had almost fallen asleep if it weren't for a loud ringing coming from of his phone. It was him. It had to be. He picked up the phone slightly dazed from his tiredness but he is fully aware. "Hello?"

"Steve?" He jolts up right on the couch, eyes wide. "Yeah it's me."

"Sorry it took me so long to call. I was a little busy."

"No, that's okay. I was up late anyway." His lie came out hesitant and forced; although it was a only a partial lie, the reason why he was up late was surely not what Tony would want to hear. So he thought.

"So you weren't up waiting for my call? That hurts a little, Steve." He blushes into the phone and bites the inside of his cheek. The man really did know how to make him turn red in the face; even though he blushes easy he's blushed more in the past few days than he is proud to admit. Before he could say anything, Tony continues, allowing him to keep his thoughts to himself.

"You know I still don't know what you look like, not that looks matter, but I've become curious. Tell me what you look like." Tony's tone turned demanding and Steve became excited. He didn't know how to describe himself. It was as though he had forgotten all his features. He thought about lying but what would have been the point in that. He saw no need to lie anyway. He knew he was fairly good looking. He's heard the term 'if only you were straight' a hundred time-.

"I'm, uh, tall. Six-three."

"I thought so. You can't have that voice and be a tiny little guy. Go on."

"I have blonde hair, blue eyes. "

"So you work out?"

"As much as my work allows me to. Yes."

"So you must be pretty ripped then?"

"I'd say I look like any other guy who works out a couple times a week."

"Hmm." The sound Tony made was a pleased one and it made Steve close his eyes and swallow hard. He didn't like talking on the phone. Especially at times like these. He wanted to see how pleased Tony looked with his answer. Hearing was only half the excitement and Steve became horribly frustrated. He bit his lips waiting for the man to speak again but instead he took it upon himself to continue the conversation.

"What about you? What do you look like?"

"Dull. Not very exciting as you."

"You won't know if I find you exciting if you don't tell me."

"Fine, fine. I'm certainly much shorter than you. I'm a brunette and I have brown eyes. The complete opposite of you. Sorry to disappoint."

"There's no disappointment on this end." Steve said smiling. He wasn't disappointed. He was far from it. There was a long pause between the two of them and Steve thought for a moment they had got disconnected or worse, Tony had hung up.

"You still there, Tony?"

"Would ever want to meet up?" His words were rushed and desperate. His question caught Steve off guard and he hesitated with his answer but answered quickly after he found the right one.

"I..yes. I wouldn't see why not."

"We should. Not now of course but when we both feel comfortable with the idea." Steve had been dying to see what Tony looked like for the past two days, but when he was confronted with the idea of actually getting to meet the face behind the voice, he got paranoid. What if he didn't like him? What if Tony thought Steve was boring? Or worse, what if Tony stood him up? Steve was far from being comfortable with the idea. At the moment anyhow.

"Of course. I'd like that. But can I confess something?" He needed to get this off his chest and into the open. He wanted to know that he wasn't being some kind of school girl with some kind of petty crush that was only going to last a few days. But he also wanted to know if Tony felt the same way.

"No, no. Let me guess; ever since we first talked you haven't been able to stop thinking about me? Am I right?" Steve wanted to hand up. There was no way he had been that obvious. I mean sure he may or may not have spent a hour or two trying to get a hold of him but there's no way he would be able to know that.

"How did you know that?"

"Because the moment you asked me how to register your computer, I haven't been able to think of anything else but you? Is that weird?"

"No. Would it be weird if I told you I spent the whole day drawing a picture based off just our voice?"

"Probably. But I'm flattered."