Tony felt like a genius. Well, he was a genius, but that was besides the point. He was going to sweep Steve off his feet today. His ego was through the roof. Hopefully this worked, because he didn't really know what he'd do if it didn't. It had been three days since he peeked through Steve's sketchbook. Three long days in which his blonde soldier hadn't come to visit. Which kind of hurt. Tony figured Steve must know that Tony looked at the drawings. He probably assumed the worst, which is why he was avoiding Tony. Even when they hadn't been friends, they saw more of each other than they had in this short period of time.
But tonight, Tony was going to wipe any doubt from Steve's mind about how he really felt. Maybe there would even be some sex. Surprisingly, Tony wasn't upset at the possibility of Steve saying no. He was mildly appalled at the fact that he was willing to wait for Steve to be ready. He was Tony Stark, he didn't wait. He could have half the city lined up outside his door in a matter of minutes if he was offering sex. Tony had never been this serious before. Not even with Pepper. Not that he forced Pepper, he would never. But not a lot of people knew she liked sex just as much as he did, if not more. She was stuck-up at work and needed some sort of outlet.
So he put on a nice shirt and pants, nothing too fancy. Just enough to show off what he's got. Earlier he had written a letter to Steve and slid it under his door. Technically he didn't write it, he typed it. Tony knew he had chicken scratch handwriting, he wasn't about to make Steve suffer by trying to decode it. He picked a note over text or email for obvious reasons. It was classier this way. But mainly because Steve was still horrible with technology no matter how much Tony tried teaching him. He was like a child with technology. Hell, children were better with it than Steve was.
The note basically begged Steve to meet him for dinner so he could explain everything. Tony threw in a lot of pleases and an apology or two for looking through Steve's drawings. Hopefully Steve would show up. He wasn't the type of guy to stand someone else up, right? They were supposed to meet in the dining room on Tony's floor at 8:00, and that was only about fifteen minutes away.
Tony had made sure everyone else was out of the tower for this evening. He wanted complete privacy. He bought tickets to 'The Nutcracker' for Natasha. Turns out she was a huge ballet fan. She could even dance, Tony had accidentally walked in on it once. He was pretty sure she wanted to peel his penis with a potato peeler because of it. So, with her second ticket, she dragged a reluctant Clint along with her. Tony had made reservations for Thor and Jane at the best restaurant in town, with instructions for them to put it all on his tab. And Bruce, was out of the country. For some convention in India. Or maybe Africa. Actually, maybe it wasn't a convention. Was he helping people? Tony couldn't remember. Bruce started talking about third world countries, and Tony zoned out. He gave them money, wasn't that enough? Did that make him a bad person for thinking that way? Oh well.
He looked over at the clock, and realized he had been standing in the mirror for about ten minutes, examining himself. He wanted to look good for Steve. Tony quickly combed through his hair one more time and headed down the hall to the dining room. Looking around, he could hardly believe he had set this all up by himself. It looked amazing. He just hoped Steve felt the same way.