A/N: THIS IS IMPORTANT. PLEASE READ : Okay, get this. I had to do research on people in Marvel's comics for names and backgrounds and etc. So in Ch. 1, I had Loki's roommate down as Thomas Logan, whom I thought was Logan as in Wolverine. He is actually Dog's father (who looks like Wolverine) and Dog is James Howlett's (Wolverine's real name) playmate from his childhood.

Just some Marvel Trivia for you there.

So the point is, I had James Howlett's name down as Thomas Logan in Ch. 1, but I've switched it. He does go by Logan here and as well as the comics, so sorry for any confusion. Moral of the story: do your research correctly. Kay, thanks, bye!


Tony was never going to eat again.

No, he was serious. Never. Again.

He groaned as he moved to his side to look at Clint. The archer was currently stuffing his face with another pizza slice while trying to play his Xbox with one hand. "How are you still hungry?" Tony moaned.

He shrugged as he paused the game. Clint popped the last piece of crust in his mouth and whipped his hands on a napkin. Are you going to Logan's party tomorrow?"

"Who?" Tony turned to his back again to look up at Clint's ceiling. Phil was currently at the library, studying till he could no longer read the words on the page.

"Loki's roommate, 'member?" Clint reached for his Coke and took a sip. Tony wasn't allowed a single drop of alcohol since the hospital. He had just barely gotten away with under age drinking (just a couple gran fine and he was good to go) and his friends hand been sure to keep him sober by calling off the drink themselves.

"Hmm. Should I?" He tuned his gaze towards his friend.

Clint shrugged once again. "I mean, I think you'll be okay. I'm going with 'Tasha. You'll be fine."

Tony didn't have to be told twice. "Yeah, okay. Sounds fun." Tony grinned at the thought of returning to is kingdom.

"No booze, Tony." His face fell. He turned his scowl towards Clint, who was pointing a finger at him. "I'm serious."

Tony huffed in response and turned to look at the TV. The clock below read 9:53. Steve would be back by now. So he turned to his stomach and moved to his hands and knees, slowly getting up.

"Can't handle your food, stark?"

"Shut up." He moved towards the door.

"Wait! Aren't you going to help me with this?" Clint motioned to the empty pizza boxes, paper plates, and napkins.

"Can't handle your mess, Barton?" With that, Tony stole a pair of black sunglasses off of Phil's nightstand, slipped them on, and closed the door behind them.

"You're an ass!" He heard muffled through the door. Tony let himself grin as he moved towards the stair case


As the genus got closer this his room, Tony pulled out his key from his back pocket. He saw light seeping through the crack in the door an smiled a little bit. He turned the knob and realized Steve was in the bathroom. So, he dragged his feet towards his bed and threw the stolen sunglasses on to the side table. Flopping down on his mattress with his face buried into his pillow, Tony groaned once again.

He heard the bathroom door open and Steve's voice. "You okay, Tony?"

"Mm ghhh"

"What?"

"'M good!"

"Oh. Where were you"

"Clnts, aheh hm muh."

"All I got from that was Clint."

"At Clint's, eating to much." Tony finally turned his body to face Steve, who had wet hair, a clingy t-shirt, and jeans that fit him way too well.

"Alright, just asking."

Tony cleared his throat as Steve moved to turn off the bathroom light. When the blonde returned to his bed and picked up a discarded book, Tony's mind was racing with trying to come up with something to say.

"Are... you going to Logan's party tomorrow?"

"Logan...?"

"He's Loki's roommate, apparently."

"Loki?"

Tony saw a look of confusion cross over Steve's face.

"Loki. Thor's brother? You know who Thor is, yes?"

Steve smiled, "Yeah, I know the big guy. Just didn't know he had a brother."

"He was going to come with us when we all went out a couple of weeks back, but he was, I dunno, performing genocide or something." Steve laughed and Tony grinned in returned. "So anyway, party?"

Steve's face fell. "Are you going?"

"Clint says I'll be okay."

"Clint's not a doctor."

"Bruce is minoring in biology."

"Did you ask either Bruce, a doctor, or a physiatrist if it was a good idea to go?"

"No. But! But-" Tony put his hands up when Steve opened his mouth again. "-I'll be fine. I wont do any thing. I'll just sit on the sofa like a good wall flower. Scouts honor." He raised two fingers up in a mock solute.

Steve's eyebrows rose.

"If you come with, you can keep and eye one me," Tony suggested. He could tell his roommate was thinking about it.

"Or, you could just stay home."

"I could, but I wont." Tony flashed him a smile. Steve sighed in response.

"Fine. But no beer."

Tony's smile is now an ear-to-ear grin. "Got it!" He moves towards the bathroom to take his own shower and get ready for bed. It's the first time in a long time Tony is excited for tomorrow.


"I'll leave without you!"

Tony opened the door to look at Steve.

"No. You won't." He returned to fiddle with his hair some more.

"We're gonna be an hour late!"

"Fashionably. We're gonna be fashionably late."

"Tony."

"I'm done, I'm done. Calm down." Tony emerged from the bathroom and grabbed his aviators, as well as Phil's sunglasses. He picked up his old pair of jeans off the floor and shoved his hand in the pocket, finding his keys. "C'mon."

They were in the parking lot by the time Steve spoke again. "Where are we going?"

"Logan's parents are gone this weekend. So, he's taking this golden opportunity to have a little fun."

"Okay," Steve drawled out slowly. "Who's gonna be there?"

"Uhm, Clint, Natasha... Phil? Maybe? And Logan-obviously-and some other people I guess." They were close to Tony's car now, and he unlocked the doors.

"Whoa," Steve breathed. Tony grinned from the expected reaction. "What type of car is this?"

"Acura NSX Concept." Steve looked over at Tony.

"It's not on the market?"

"Well, not yet." Tony felt udderly smug as he got into the driver's side of the car.


Steve got out of the car as Tony pulled the key from the ignition. They had to park 3 minutes away from the house because they were late (Steve grumbled about this, Tony said he didn't mind the walk.) It looked like a pretty big party.

Steve waited for Tony as he closed the car door. The two students began walking towards the house. Logan's parents were apparently set for life (not as set as the Stark household, mind you, but pretty close). While Tony's house was sleek and modern, Logan's was old and on an old property. Most of the walk was on the path leading up to the house. Bottom line, the manor was huge.

Clint had told Tony earlier that the party started at 8. But being Tony, he hadn't told Steve that till 8:30, and wasn't ready for another fifteen minutes. Tony had just checked the clock on the dashboard when it read 9:12. The house was not too far from the city, but had enough distance that you could no longer see the lights from the skyscrapers and street lamps.

"Stars are out." Steve looked up at the sky.

"Hmm?"

The blonde pointed up, telling Tony what he was talking about.

"Oh. Yeah. It's really pretty."

Steve hummed in agreement. "I, um," he laughed. "I used to star gaze all the time with my mom when we visited my grandma. I remember trying to memorize all the star names." He chuckled again.

Tony softly smiled. The moment was almost intimate, and he would usually shy away from that. It was surprising when he asked, "Do you miss her?"

"Yeah. A lot. But I don't-" He paused and thought about it. "I don't get sad anymore. I mean, I get sad, but I'm not... heart broken. I... yeah I miss her."

"...Do you still remember all the star names?"

Steve looked over at Tony with a small smile on his face. "No. Not really. Just-"

"TONY!" He whipped his head in the direction of the yelling. Tony hadn't realized how close they had gotten to the house. Standing on the portch leading up to the manor, Clint had a beer in his hand and was waving at the two guys, inviting them up.

So much for being sober, Tony thought, hardly disappointed. He smiled widened, and he walked up to the stairs.

"Tony! Thought you weren't gonna make it. And that wouldn't be cool 'cause I told Tasha you would. I don't think she cares, but I told her you'd come."

"How much have you had to drink, Barton?" Tony put his arm around Clint, and turned them so they were facing Steve once again.

"What?"

"Hey Clint." Tony looked up to see that the blonde was smiling politely, but his eyes were fixed on the bottle of beer in his friend's hand.

"Haha! Steve! You came too! I'll go tell Natasha!" He wriggled out from Tony's arm and opened the door, causing the music to swell and give Steve and Tony a view of the inside of the house. They're were tons of people inside the main entry way. The lights were off, but someone had set up colorful strobe light to keep everyone from being blind. It reminded Tony of a nightclub he's been to.

Tony turned his head to face Steve. "C'mon." He merged in with the crowd, Steve following behind. Everyone had either a Solo cup, or a green bottle of beer. Tony wanted one of his own, but he promised his roommate he'd be sober all night.

The billionaire felt himself being turned towards people. Everyone coming up to greet him by clapping their hand on his shoulder, or flirtatiously touching his bicep. It was tedious and repetitive. But Tony felt as though he had to do it. It was an hour later that he found himself with a beer in his hand, and Steve gone from sight. A half an hour later and it was a plastic up in his hand, filled with vodka, but still no Steve.

At this point, Tony was getting dizzy, and words were flying off his mouth about new robots and something about a JARVIS. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a muscular blonde heading out towards the porch. Hoping it was Steve, Tony followed. He wasn't disappointed.

"Hey." Tony moved to sit down on the grass next to Steve.

"Hi." He gazed over at Tony, but looked down at the red cup, a frown forming on his face.

"It's only my second one."

"But you're slurring."

He shrugged and dumped the rest of the clear liquid onto the lawn. "How come you're out here."

"I don't know anyone in there."

"Oh." Tony's sluggish mind tried to think of something to say. "Hey, what were you talking about earlier?"

Steve lifted an eyebrow at his roommate.

"I mean, when we were walking up here. You were talking about memorizing stars." When Steve didn't respond, Tony tried to elaborate. "You said you could only memorize one star."

The blonde finally seemed to understand what Tony was saying. "Oh! It's... um..." He tilted his head up towards the night sky. "It's that one." Steve pointed strait up. "The one that looks like it's in the middle? It's the Northern Star. Pretty easy to memorize."

Tony looked over at Steve. He was a lot closer than he thought he was, and with the moon's light illuminating his face, and the house's orange glow shinning on his back, he looked stunning. Tony's breath caught in his throat, and his lips automatically parted. Steve looked over at Tony, their noses now an inch apart.

"Tony?"

He responded by slowly leaning towards Steve. He didn't push Tony away, so he continued. Their lips suddenly locked and Tony closed his eyes as his hand came up to rest on Steve's cheek. Finally, Tony felt a lot more complete then he had in a long time.


A/N: 1st of all: Omahgaudifinallygotthemtokis stheykissedsexualtensionresl oved!

2nd: Do you guys remember when I wasn't such a big screw up? No? Cause I really messed up the chapters when I fixed Ch. 1.

I wont be offended if you guys form an angry mob to go after me. I'll join you, even. I'll bring chips and the pitch forks.

That being said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY CRAZINESS AND READING. I'LL TRY TO GET THE NEXT CHAPTER UP SOON. LOVE YOU GUYS!

~Jessi