Tony rubbed at his face. He didn't know how long he remained in the kitchen after Steve left.
Ugh pssshhttttt he sighed and rubbed at his forehead. THE FURSTRATIONNNN…
He slowly turned around and stared at the bottles. Like hell he was going to rest.
"You're fucking kidding me.." He mumbled to himself. Tony was about to take a long walk of shame allllllll the way back to his room.

But he didn't move. He got a bit lost in thought and had some sort of an epiphany.
I'm Tony fuckin Stark. YEAH?! He was Tony fuckin Stark and he didn't accept Steve's boy scout response.
Tony chased after him. Hell yeah he did… he took one quick step and immediately regretted it. A sharp pain shot up his leg and he yelped like a wounded animal.

Fuuuuuuucckkkkkkkk tchhhhhhh he got a shard of glass in his foot. UGH no stopping him he was determined.
He chased after Steve fucking goody two-shoes Rogers and pounded on his door. Ow ow owww he hopped around and then pounded on his door some more.
Ow ow.. Owww he had crocodile tears in his eyes. The door flew open.

"WHAT TONY!?" Steve barked at him as Tony hopped in shock.
He did not like the way Steve answered the door.
"FUCK YOU!" TONY BARKED BACK. Steve slammed the door shut. Right in his face.. Tony sighed…
This was just amazing wasn't it? This was going really well.

Tony pounded on the door again. Started banging on it like a crazy person.
"Tony I'm not in the mood for your games. Just leave me ALONE." Steve said through the door as Tony continued to attack the barrier that was currently in his way.
"NO I'm not going to let you just puss out and walk away all lame like that."
"PUSS OUT? For all I know you've been drinking for days. You're completely out of it and I refuse to try to communicate with you when you're like that."
"I'M NOT DRUNK." ughhhhhhhhhh he was just.. Blah when Steve was around DUH.

Tony kicked the door. (with his good foot) ah ah ah but that put a bunch of weight on the other foot and he wanted to cry.
"What do you want Tony.." Steve spoke with a calmer tone as Tony tried to fish the glass out of his foot.
"I want you to give me a chance. Just go out with me. One date..or something that's all I want."
"You want what?" Steve said and it just threw Tony into an inner rage. Having the door between them really helped actually.

"OH my GAWD..A DATE. Who's the one that's not all here right now? I WANT A DATE. A date…to take you out on a date. Me and you. You and I …together, doing date like things, ON A DATE." He huffed and started hopping around in agony. His brain hurt and his foot really really hurt.
Steve wasn't saying anything and Tony was kinda freaking out.

Seriously? Tch…
"You and I don't work out very well when we're here in the tower. Well when we're anywhere really..but I think when it's just you and me we do ok. I just want a chance to show you I'm not as incoherent with my thoughts as you think I am. I'm actually quite coherent."
"I know how you are." Steve replied so matter-of-factly.
OH DO YOU? Tony just bpffhhhhhhhaaaaa oiasdfjwoiefjqo!

"What kind of answer is that?" Tony asked as he scratched his head in total confusion. What the eff Steve.
Tony heard nothing and he was really feeling stupid at this point. So he just started babbling and listing shit off in his head to fill this unnerving silence.
"Argh well fine then! I was just thinking we could I dunno..hang out. Go somewhere, anywhere, do something other than friggen charity work, umm go see a show, I could not drink and you could NOT be a total asshole, I can try out my new fondue fountain that Happy got me for my birthday, LOOK ANHYTHING just TRY? Maybe…Try to do something atleast?"

"Did you just say fondue? Seriously?" Steve asked and it threw Tony off completely.

Uh? Tony thought for a minute. Was that the only part of that Steve comprehended? Tony just tried not to roll his eyes.
"Uhh yeah why?" He heard a small miniscule laugh out of Steve. It was small but Tony totally heard it.
"Do you even know what fondue is?" Tony was lost yet again. Totally lost.

The door opened and Tony's body jerked from the shock. Ack..
"I know what it is. I just have a funny memory connected to it."
Uhh ok. Tony cleared his throat and scratched at his arm awkwardly. Another mind-numbing silence fell between them.
Steve was looking at Tony's foot. It was obviously hurt by the way he was standing on it.

Tony tried to direct the attention back to his question. Uhh hello remember the question Captain Fantastic?
"It's totally fine if you don't want to. I get it. I'm a train wreck and I've always been that way."
Steve studied him and Tony was starting to feel really uncomfortable. Maybe it was the boxers..

Steve made him feel really antsy. And worst of all it felt like his foot was gushing blood all up in the carpet.
"No I want to. Sure. Whatever you want to do Tony. I'll give you a shot." Steve finally replied and Tony was kinda surprised.
Uhh say again? Was this a trick..
Tony studied Steve. Steve studied Tony. This was just a messy interaction and Tony's brain was in scrambles.

"You're going to go out on a date with me? With me?" Tony pointed at himself and Steve held an adorable grin.
"Yes you. We can try for tomorrow if that works for you."
"Uh ok yeah tomorrow works. Totally works." Tony was actually beaming with awesome once Steve finally agreed.

"So goodnight then? You better bandage up your foot and get some rest."
HA haa hell no. Tony felt devious now..he got kinda close to Steve.
"Can I have another kiss?" Tony teased as Steve tried to hide his smile. He had his hand on his door and he was shaking his head.
"Nice try Tony. But no."
"You're really playing hard to get you know that?" Saaa drivin me crazy. Soldier boy was a tough cookie to crack!
Steve didn't respond and he headed more into his room.

"Good night Tony. Let me know what you come up with tomorrow."
The door shut.

It shut and Tony gushed..haha..he turned around and limped all the way back to his room. Ow ow ow ow ow ow.

As he got to his door Bruce was leaving his room.
"Uhh were do you think you're going?" Tony asked as he pressed his hand on Bruce's chest.
"You're pissed so I was leaving." He responded. Tony just frowned at him..
Yeah Bruce wasn't going anywhere..

"Why are you walking like that?"
"Like what?" he gimped around and walked Bruce back into his room. Tony closed the door with his good foot.

"So I guess I'm not leaving." Bruce said as Tony walked over to his dresser. He got a first aid kit and headed over to his bed. He set it down and opened up the box.
"Fix me." he told Bruce.

"Last time I checked there is no fixing you Tony."
"Nonsense look at my foot. I just have glass shoved in it." Tony moved his leg showing Bruce his boo-boo. Bruce tried not to laugh and he walked over to the bed. He sat down beside Tony and pulled his leg onto his knee.
He hunted down the tweezers, some gauze, some antiseptic, and some ointment. Dr. Bruce was analyzing the wound on his foot and he gently started prying the glass out.

Tony kept silent. He was gushing inwardly about what just happened with Steve and he wondered if Bruce would notice.
Foo foo foo Tony so happy.
OW! He jumped.
"Easy! easy Tony I've almost got it I'm sorry. You really stepped on some glass …good job."
"Thanks Doc." Tony said as he watched Bruce work.

"What's got you in a better mood. You were going to kill me earlier for betraying you."
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh not much. Tony winced and tried to hide his pain.
"You've got this school girl aura about you going on right now." Bruce pried further as he slowly pulled the glass from Tony's foot. He cleaned the wound and bandaged him up.

"I asked Steve out on a date. Took him a year to spit out an answer but he said yes."
Bruce looked shocked. Super shocked.
"Really? I thought he was avoiding you.."
"He was. He acts a lot different when it's just the two of us."
"I'm sure he does. Well you're foot is fixed." Bruce started cleaning up and Tony helped. He boxed up the med-kit and Bruce took it back to the dresser.

"Well I'm glad. Maybe you two can finally get along."
"He's going to give me a shot." Tony shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to seem too excited in case this ended up being a total failure.
He also decided not to tell Bruce that they had a mini make-out session in the kitchen. Haa Tony kept that to himself.

"Well I hope it works out." Bruce said as Tony stared at him.
"Everything will be ok between us right? I mean…we've been around each other constantly I don't want.."
"Tony I told you I'm really not a possessive person. Everything will be fine I'm your friend before anything." For the first time ever something felt pretty awkward between them. Bruce got quiet, Tony got really quiet, then the whole friggen universe got friggen quiet.
"Sir I started recording your requested TV show." Jarvis chimed in and almost gave Tony a heart attack.

He stared blankly at his bed then he turned towards Bruce.
"Wanna watch Game of Thrones with me?" Tony grinned. Bruce nodded his head yes and Tony made room for him on his bed.
That split second of awkwardness was gone. Tony couldn't have those feelings show up again no fuckin way.
He absolutely loved Bruce. Bruce was seriously one of his favorite people in the entire world.

Tony had dealt with a lot of backstabbers in his life. He dealt with a lot of shitty people and even more shitty trolls that always fucked up his day. Bruce, Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy were his constants.
They were the people he wanted around him 24/7.

Tony had his network of people he wanted in his life. His four friends that he held dear. His avengers and his Jarvis that kept him safe…and hopefully someone he could be in love with. He was the king of pointless one night stands but now he was searching for something else.
Tony had been trying to put the puzzle together for quite some time now..

The show was on and Tony tried to focus. Dragons fuck yeah.
Bruce dug through the bag of stuff he brought and he handed Tony a beer. Bruce had one too so that was cool.

They bro'd out and watched some TV.

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Steve tried to sleep but it was pretty much impossible. Tony's crazy antics were keeping him up. He kept wondering why the eccentric "play-boy" was always so interested in him.
It drove him crazy.
Steve kicked his blankets off and got out of bed.

He didn't want to risk running into Tony again so he debated leaving his room. He killed the thought and left. He needed water and was most likely going to go work out or something. He turned on the light in the kitchen and sighed when he saw the liquor bottles still laying all over the counter and there was still a huge mess on the floor.
Tony chased after him obviously and cut his foot.

Steve stared at the blood on the floor and he grabbed the mop. He decided to just clean it up and tried to forget that all happened.
He gave in and returned that kiss. Stark just kissed him and he wasn't prepared for it at all.

"YO STEVE! Fancy meeting you here." Clint said behind him with a very mocking undertone. Steve turned around and gave him a warm smile.
"Hello Clint. Tony made a mess and.."
"No need to explain I heard the entire thing." He said with a grin that Steve didn't care for.

"Oh did you.." Clint pointed out in some direction towards the ceiling.
"Yup. I sleep up there sometimes you know. I heard everything that happened between you and Tony HAHAHAHA I can help you out if you want. Just ask." Steve got the mop water ready and he swept up any remaining glass with the broom.

"You do know that Tony gave you your own floor to live on. You should build a nest for yourself there."
"Well I have many nests around here. Sorry Cap it's what I do."
He tried to act as unaffected by Clint as he could. It bothered him that the archer was sleeping in the common areas and he felt a bit spied on. But he knew that was just the way Clint was.

"You say you can help me. I don't know what I'd need your help with."
"You need my horoscope wisdom if you're going to survive this date with Tony Stark." Steve held in his laugh. He absolutely would not rely on such silly things.
"I don't need your help Clint. Tony called it a date but we're ultimately just spending time together. He's just unconventional with how he words things."
"Pshhh come on CAP it's a date." Clint had this smirk. Steve thought about punching him but decided against it.
He started mopping and tried to ignore the archer. Steve stopped for a moment and put the liquor bottles back where they belonged.

Clint crossed his arms and tried to make it very clear that he wasn't leaving.
"Alright it's a date. What more do you want from me? And what possible help could you provide. I've been on dates before." Steve confessed as Clint laughed at him.
"Sharon Carter and whatever dames you've dated lately are nothing like Tony. You're in way over your head I'm afraid. Without my help I only see this going one way…"
"What way is that..?" Steve acted amused but really he was more concerned with ringing the mop out.
"Imagine a sinking ship. That's you two after this date if you don't let me give you some pointers."

Steve looked at Clint with total confusion.
"You act like you've dated Tony." He rolled his eyes and started putting the mop away.
"I've dated a Gemini before. Yep and let me tell you Cap they have two sides to them like y-"
"I already know that Tony has two sides to him. He has two separate logics about what he does with his life and behaves in two completely different ways. I didn't need a horoscope app for that."
Clint looked displeased with his response. Well tough because Steve really didn't buy into all that mumbo jumbo.

He did however believe that Bruce was far more compatible with Tony than he could ever be. That's what bothered Steve the most.
"There is one thing that I want to know. Call it advice if you want." Steve fostered up something for Clint so he could put his "horoscope logic" to use.
"I'm all ears. What's on your mind Steve?" Clint looked excited and Steve tried not to encourage it.

He simply asked his one and only question.
"What makes Bruce so compatible with Tony? Well his sign I mean." Steve couldn't picture himself being that comfortable with someone. Tony and Bruce chatted around all day everyday. They were always at each others side and Steve hated to admit it but… Bruce was quite intimidating for him.
It made him feel like he felt before having the serum. Totally invisible.

"Forget it. I'm not really sure what I'm asking. You already explained that to me before I'm just unsure how it actually works out like the signs say. I mean it can't all be a coincidence."
Steve wasn't really sure what he was getting at. He sighed and started putting the mop away.
The area he mopped was drying so he dumped the remaining glass in the trash and he turned back to Clint.

The man was actually silent for once. Go figure. After a while Clint answered his odd question.
"Bruce…hmm well his sign they look for a strong and active person who knows how to handle their affections. Someone that understands them. Sagittarius and Gemini just fit together like that. Sort of like misfits. There really is no getting between their connection. If that's what you're getting at."
Steve shook his head and acted indifferent.

Compared to Bruce Steve felt so plain and ordinary. Somebody Tony could easily get bored of.
"Ok that's all I wanted to know." He turned away but Clint started talking a bit frantically.
"Just because they are pretty much perfect for each other doesn't mean you don't stand a chance Steve. The heart wants what it wants regardless of horoscope compatibility.…so don't be discouraged or..well you know."
Steve felt a bit discontent over the matter but he refused to show it. He didn't say anything more to Clint as he headed off to be alone.
He hated having to prove himself. Why he felt that way he had no idea.
"Damn Cancers.." Clint muttered to himself as he turned off the light in the kitchen.


CHAPTER SEVEN: END

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