Kid From Brooklyn Chapter 4
(Oh hey! If you've read this far, I love you haha~ This chapter is allright, I like the next one better but this sets up something important. Random note done! Read away!)
Steve woke up the next morning immediately feeling an ache to his head and side.
"Ugh, damn thugs..."
Steve turned his body over and noticed the view out the window. He sat up on the bed quickly and looked around the room.
"Oh….I'm at Stark's, I forgo- Uh!"
"Good morning Mr. Rogers. Today is June 28th, 2012. The time is 8:14 AM. The Weather is Sunny, 82 degrees, with a light breeze."
"Thank you um…Jarvis."
Tony watched Steve's reaction to Jarvis's morning update in mild adoration. Steve pulled his body out of the bed and limped over to the window. Staring silently at the view of the city he sighed, bumping his forehead against the glass.
"Mornin' Sleeping Beauty."
Steve turned around hastily. His eyes glimmered from the morning sunlight that shined through the window. He looked down to the floor then turned away.
"Tony I should probably go-"
"Steve, you're staying here until your body heals and until we create the serum."
"Tony I don't want to be a burden; I will miss this, Jarvis fellow though."
Tony chuckles and walks over to Steve, putting an arm around him.
"Come on Stevie Wonder, Don't you worry bout' a thing."
"….what?"
"Oh, I guess you weren't around to get that reference….Heh. I just want you to relax, take a break from your workouts and be cared for, because, Steve, you are way too into the whole leadership thing. "
Steve gave Tony a look and walked out of the room. He stopped in the doorway and looked back and forth at the hallway. Tony's house, or tower rather, was unlike anything he's ever seen. Huge, run by technology, open and intrinsically designed. Although Steve found the facade of the Stark tower a bit over powering, it was still pretty impressive. He walked through the hallway and suddenly fell over something.
"Ow! God!"
Tony heard Steve's cry and dashed out of the guest room to find Steve lying on the floor attempting to pull himself up. Tony grabbed his arm and noticed that he tripped over, well, nothing.
Steve leaned on Tony then breathed heavily.
"W-wha- …where did it go?"
Tony chuckled and smirked at Steve who looked back at him with a fearful stare.
"Steve, you tripped over the air. I mean yes, it's made of a few natural gases that can be pretty thick but um…heh, you should be more careful."
"Tony, no, I know I tripped over something. It was dark. And bulky. Like an artillery gun. "
Tony put his hands on Steve's shoulders and shook him a little.
"Rogers, Solider! Get a grip! You're seeing things. Alright? Heh heh."
He pats him on the back and walks down the small set of steps at the end of the hallway to his kitchen. He calls for Steve to come down for breakfast and Steve sighs and walks slowly through the hallway, still thinking about what tripped him. He knows it was,'t the air. He felt it whack his foot and saw it at a glance. He stops when he feels something tap his shoulder and turns around to see nothing.
"I just need more sleep…Oh the irony."
Steve runs down the stairs and sits down at the table while Tony has breakfast preparing.
Hours later Steve finds himself outside on the towers ledge, looking out at the city. He remembers exactly how it looked 70 years ago when everything was simpler. When he was just Steve Rogers and nothing else. He never imagined that he'd finally be accepted into the army. He also didn't foresee himself as a tall, toned, strong hero that would be frozen for 70 years only to join a "super secret boyband" that fights the ultimate threats. The thought just made his jimmies rustle.
Steve felt a hand pat him on the back while he was looking around.
"Tony, I told you I wanted to be a-"
Steve saw no one. Nothing but plants and the skylight walk.
"Alone…Uh."
Steve walked about to see if anyone was there with him. He felt as if he was being watched.
"You might as well show yourself, I'm not the shy type."
"Steve?"
Steve jumped and turned around.
"God, Stark. I expected somethin- uh, someone else."
"Looks like little Steve needs a nappy-wappy. "
Steve glares at Tony's joke and punches him in the shoulder.
"No. Someone patted me on the back. And it wasn't you. I know I felt it. I'd swear on my pals grave that something want's my attention."
Steve had already begun walking back into the tower before Tony could say anything. He shrugged and followed him back in.
