This is set when Steve first wakes up in SHIELD in 2012. Thank you, Kyrianae Narii , for being my first and constant reviewer. Hope you enjoy!
Steve charged for the door without a second thought, ignoring the voice that told him to think rationally. No way did rationality have any part to play in this scenario, and they were sending people after him. He made sure to watch where he was going, but was in more than a haste to find whatever the hell that scent was, because it was driving him crazy!
His nose led him to a large room that looked very much like a command center. In the midst of all the commotion, he found the source of what had been bothering him. He wove his way through the busy room to where two men seemed to be in heated conversation. Both were slightly shorter than him, one was darker and wore a patch over his left eye, while the other's back was to him. He couldn't see much, but there was a lot that was very familiar. The way he stood, how every other word was accented by some movement of his hands, the same care of what appeared to be stylish at the timeā¦
He eventually got to the arguing pair and placed a hand on the first one's shoulder, to which he found himself flat on his back, head rattling slightly as he glared into the fuzzy appearance of the man who took him down.
Needless to say, while Tony Stark had changed more than he hoped to admit, his fighting style sure hadn't.
"No wonder everyone was scared of you." Steve groaned. "Move like that'll knock anyone out."
"Well now you're big enough to appreciate it. And you know better than to sneak up on me."
"Could've been worse." The soldier offered.
"Yeah, I could've snapped your neck. Have fun trying to heal from that, Soldier Boy." Tony scoffed, offering him a hand up. Steve accepted grateful enough and was on his feet in a fluid move.
"You got bigger."
"So did you." Tony offered patiently, eyes glinting with humor.
"What happened after you disappeared?"
"Now that's the question of the day, and I'll tell you more when we get back to my place."
"The Mansion is still around?"
"It's a goddamn landmark. So's yours, by the way, but that'll be explained later. For now, we go home."
"Y'know, I've never actually been to your house."
"That's because my mother would have eaten you alive. She was one of those high society gals. My grandfather created SI but my dad was still a pretty hands-on, pull himself up kinda guy. He didn't lose his work ethic, even when he married my mother. And boy, did she hate that about him. It drove her up the wall when he wasn't prepared to spoil her every whim. Don't get me wrong, Dad loved Mom, would do anything for her, but he wasn't a pushover."
"With how things ended when The Depression came around, I can only imagine. Walter Stark was smart with his money." Steve recalled. SI was one of the few businesses that hadn't completely tanked, although like all others it had taken quite the hit. But Walter and his boys had managed to scrape themselves together and keep their company afloat.
