Hey, so yeah I was on a roll with this story and here we go! I don't own the Avengers but please enjoy!

Tony's POV.

The elevator doors finally opened and a warm smile slowly made its way onto my face as I saw Steve lying on the couch still asleep with his sketchbook open on the ground. One of his legs was practically on the ground while the other laid on the arm of the couch, both hands folded on his chest, and stray strands of blond hair on his forehead. I chuckled and walked closer to the couch I picked up his sketchbook and placed it on the table then I walked over and moved the stray strands of hair off of his forehead. I sighed feeling kind of confused about what I was going to do next, there was no way I could move the big super soldier by myself and I wasn't going to call any of the others.

That left two options, either wake him up and move him or leave him there, I didn't like either of those options so I wasn't sure what to do. I stared at him, he had been so tired this week and I new if I woke him up there was no way he going to go back to sleep but I wasn't about to leave him there by himself either. He'd have a mental breakdown if Natasha and Clint came back and stole his sketchbook or if he woke up and it wasn't there, he'd have a heart attack! Sighing I gently lifted his head and sat down putting his head on my lap trying not to wake him up, I grabbed the remote trying to find something interesting to watch while my other hand ran fingers through his hair.

I moved the book so it was now resting against my left side so Steve would be able to see it when he woke up and wouldn't freak out, although he would probably still freak out considering our positions right now. I felt him snuggle closer into my chest and I smiled wondering what the other would say if they saw us right now, I snorted, they'd probably freak out which in turn would freak Cap out and he'd stay locked up in his room for days avoiding everyone. Shaking my head slightly I felt Steve starting to move, probably waking up, and I braced myself ready for him to bolt right up all flustered and awkward his face turning red with embarrassment.

He didn't do anything like that though, instead he yawned and I felt him tense realizing where he was, "Tony?"

"Hmm?" I asked not moving but waiting for him to make the first move.

"W-what, um...why am...what's going on?" He sounded flustered but he made no move to get up, I could practically see the redness of his face.

"You fell asleep an I didn't want to move you." I imagined my face looked the same but I tried to keep my voice calm and nonchalant.

"Oh," he was silent for another moment "Would it be weird if I didn't want to move?"

"Probably," I shrugged but before he could move I added, "But I wouldn't care if you stayed."

He said nothing else but he didn't move his head from my lap he was still a little tense but after a while he did relax just a little although I knew he was still awake because every few minuted he would shift trying to become more comfortable. My hand slowly moved it's way back into his hair after he had relaxed and I moved my hand cautiously not knowing what his reaction would be but when he didn't tense or give any sign of being uncomfortable I figure he was okay with it.

Neither of us actually paid any attention to what we were watching and if asked later if either of us could even name the movie I doubt either of us would know how to answer. Eventually though I felt him tense again and I was momentarily confused until I remembered the book next to me I smiled slightly and ruffled his hair while leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You really don't trust me?" I smirked and before he could answer I handed him his book.

He took it and pressed it tightly against his chest again he whispered a short, "Thanks," and went silent again.

I ran my fingers through his hair again and leaned against the couch while making an attempt to figure out what the movie was and actually watch it but my mind kept wandering to the person still in my lap. Steve. Innocent Steve, who had asked if it was weird to stay in my lap and of course to most it would be especially people from his time but people now were becoming more tolerant of this sort of thing...not that I liked Steve or anything. He, of course, is too innocent to of done anything like this...not that this is bad, but Steve probably hadn't even gone on a proper date which meant he was most likely very nervous for saturday.

Part of me wanted to ask him and see if maybe he wanted help preparing, I might not like the girl but I'd help Steve, but before I could say anything his voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, would you mind helping me get ready for my, um, date on, uh, saturday?" He winced at the end like I would start yelling at him.

I was silent for a moment but nodded and then remembered he couldn't see me "Of course I can!" I smiled when I felt him relax and I thought about how nervous his voice was and he had been stuttering and how adorable I thought it was when he did that.

"Really?" he sounded so hopeful and hesitant, his voice sounded like that a lot actually.

"Really." I confirmed.

He finally relaxed completely against me and I felt glad that he trusted me, I heard him yawn and felt him snuggle in closer to me and teased him, "I can't believe an old man like you is okay with this."

He shrugged "Like you said before, I'm still biologically a kid...besides I used to do stuff sort of like this with Bucky, he used to be my best friend before...well anyway I guess I kind of think of you like my best friend no, hope that's okay, so it to some extant it feels normal."

I froze for a second, "It-It's fine." Part of me felt glad that he saw us as friends, best friends almost, but another, larger, part of me felt almost disappointed that that's all we were nothing more nothing less.

"Thanks Tony."

I looked down at him confused trying to get an answer before he fell asleep, which based on the yawns was going to happen soon, "For what?"

Another yawn, then he answered in a very sleepy voice "For everything."

My mouth dropped open and I was speechless, "I-You're welcome Steve."

But he had already fallen asleep.