Dean had begged Steve, Charlie, or Kevin to accompany him, but they were adamant meeting his idol from his teenage years was a journey he had to take alone. He, Dean Winchester, was going to meet and interact with the great Tony Stark. Dean didn't think he'd been so stressed during the apocalypse as he was about meeting THE Tony Stark. Steve laughed and assured him it would all be fine, but Dean punched him in the arm when he claimed Tony Stark wasn't that cool. Tony Stark was cooler than cool, and Steve just didn't get it in his old age. Steve threatened to withhold anything sexual when Dean told him that.

Dean drove in the Impala, while Steve took his motorcycle all the way to New York. It was a long drive, especially when Dean would demand they stop for food at some burger joint or bar. Although, Steve didn't complain when he got a blowjob in a bathroom in Pennsylvania. Dean had to stop Steve from getting into a fight when a guy in Kentucky hit on him in one of the bars. Dean tried to make it up to Steve by having a quickie in a Motel 6 parking lot.

They went their separate ways in New York. Steve to the Avengers floors in Stark's tower, and Dean to the front desk of the business floors of the tower to meet with the receptionist. Dean almost wished Steve had accompanied him when the receptionist gave him a look like he was the dirt beneath her heels, and said very coldly he'd wait with the other contest winners on the second floor waiting room four doors down to the right. Dean was used to people thinking he was white trash with as much brains as a bimbo, but that didn't mean he liked being treated like shit.

He followed the woman's directions to the waiting room making sure to keep a steady pace so no one thought he was scoping to steal anything. Dean tried to dress his best without going full on fed clothes, jeans without holes and a ironed plaid shirt, but he felt grubby surrounded by the clean futuristic style of the tower. A professor looking woman with light wavy brown hair and curly haired man with thick round glasses were both already sitting in the waiting room. The woman asked, "Excuse me, Sir, are you lost?"

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh, no I'm-uh well I'm supposed to be in here too. The lady at the front desk told me to wait in here."

The woman blushed, "My apologies. I'm Professor Mariya Rautenberg. I teach advanced mathematics at Heidelberg University. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr-"

"Dean Winchester."

The man stood up and stuck out his hand, "Dr. Isaak Masha. I am a philosopher and a physicist with a specialization in cosmology. Went to Cambridge myself unlike Miss. Rautenberg here."

Dean raised a brow and shook Isaak's hand firmly, "Did you say you specialize in cosmetology?"

Isaak grinned, "Cosmology not cosmetology, prietenul meu. It is the scientific study of the large scale properties of the universe as a whole. It endeavors to use the scientific method to understand the origin, evolution, and ultimate fate of the entire Universe."

Mariya said, "You didn't tell me you were a philosopher."

Isaak pushed up his glasses with his index finger, "Scientist asks how, while I also ask why. You don't know how many times I've been kicked out of offices for having a doctorate in philosophy. It irritates my girlfriend, she's also a physicists, to no end. Then again, better to be thought of as a fool while happy and content rather than a genius while not happy with your lot in life,"

Mariya shrugged, "That seems reasonable."

A woman with strawberry blonde hair came into the room and clasped her hands together, "Well, it's good to see everyone's here. It's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Virginia Potts and I am the CEO of Stark Industries. I want to congratulate all of you for being capable of completing the equation for the Stark Industries contest and hope you all enjoy the tour. Mr. Stark is running a bit late, so I apologize for that."

Isaak sighed with a smile, "Probably got lost on the path of life."

Miss. Potts mumbled under his breath, "He better have gotten lost or so help me-"

Tony Stark slid into the room not a hair out of place even though he was breathing like he'd ran the whole way. Miss. Potts smiled, but to Dean it didn't feel like her welcoming happy smile from before, "Mr. Stark, nice to have you finally join us."

Tony shrugged, "Sorry, Pepper. Fury was being an ass-a-nine and Cap's back from parts unknown and wasn't killed by hicks or nerds. Besides, I'm not even that late, so who's who here. I know one's a Cambridge alumni, one has a cool last name, and one is a lady."

Isaak stuck out his hand for Tony, "I'm the Cambridge alumni. Dr. Isaak Masha philosopher and physicist specializing in cosmology."

Tony stared at Isaak's hand, but didn't shake it, "Sorry, don't like being handed things, Aristotle."

Isaak awkwardly put his hand back down.

Mariya smiled pleasantly, "Professor Mariya Rautenberg of advanced mathematics at Heidelberg University. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark."

Dean nodded trying to not look like a dork in front of Tony Stark, "Name's Dean Winchester."
Mariya asked, "Mr. Winchester, I don't believe I caught what your occupation was and where you studied."

Dean glanced around the room and stuck his hands in his pockets, "Uh, I didn't go to college, but I got my GED. I kinda do jobs here and there going wherever there's work. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a mechanic."

Mariya's mouth fell open in shock, "Are you saying you're a highschool dropout?"

Dean blushed but didn't answer.

Isaak asked, "How were you able to figure out the problem?"

Tony said, "Hey now, not everybody can go to some big fancy school. I got like 7 doctorates but that's because I'm me. Besides, I like mechanics. I should know since I'm one myself. What kind of car do you drive, Mr. Mechanic."

Dean grinned, " I got a black 1967 Chevy Impala. She's my baby and runs like a dream, and let me tell you she's been through the ringer. Got into a bad crash and had to rebuild her from the ground up. Modified the engine so she gets better gas mileage and can handle higher speeds. Most of the parts are still original cause my dad took real good care of her and an old family friend ran a salvage yard,"

Tony whistled, "Damn, 67 Impala? That is one sexy car especially the black one. I have a number of cars in my collection but not that one." He asked, "Did you drive it here? Is it in the parking garage?"

"Yeah."

"I need to check it out. If that's okay with you, I mean. Just a little peek under the hood."

Pepper interrupted, "Tony! You are to show all your guests to the showrooms."

Tony glanced at Dr. Isaak and Professor Rautenberg. He sighed deeply and groaned. Pepper could be such a fun sucker sometimes it wasn't even funny. He winked at Dean before addressing his other guests.

"Welcome to Stark Industries. As you all know, or should know unless you've been living under a rock, is that I am Tony Stark. Yes, I know I am awesome. But we're not here to talk about me, or at least not the whole time, you people are here to see my work up close and personal. Right now, Stark Industries is the leader in clean energy at the moment, and that is all because of one of my greatest inventions the arc reactor."
He tapped his chest, "Right now a miniaturized version is keeping my heart ticking, but that's a sob story no one wants to waste time hearing. You guys want to know about my AI. We'll take the elevator to the RD floor and I'll introduce you to him. You'll also meet some of my leading engineer's, but as you should know I'm the best of them all, so no need to be too impressed.

The group followed the exuberant Tony Stark with an exasperated Pepper Potts straggling behind them. Tony addressed the RD department, "Hello my lovely minions. We've got some brainiacs wanting to pick your guy's brain, so let them do as they please with it. JARVIS, I'd like you to meet those nerds I told you about. Mariya, Isaak, and Dean. Dean owns a '67 Impala; sweet car am I right. Pepper won't let me go to the garage and see it, but she underestimates by ability to run through a tour."
JARVIS replied, "Sir, although it is a fine motor vehicle I believe you should listen to Miss. Potts. Now then, a good day to you Professor. Rautenberg, Dr. Masha, and Mr. Winchester."

Mariya looked to the ceiling awkwardly, "Uh, hello."

Isaak asked, "Is he like an answering machine? Or is he programed to respond to certain commands like Siri?"
Dean punched Isaak in the arm, "Dude, don't even think of comparing JARVIS to Siri. Steve Jobs, may he rest in peace, would've pissed himself had he seen the day JARVIS came into being. obviously, JARVIS, isn't just some answering machine." He asked Tony, "He's a learning program right, so basically he grew up from a stream of code into what he is now. He learned, adapted, and gained personality through his experiences just like a person would. It's amazing." Dean grinned upwards, "It's an honor to meet you, JARVIS."

JARVIS replied, "The same to you, Mr. Winchester. I believe you have covered all the bases on myself by majority."
"Call me Dean. Mr. Winchester's my father."

JARVIS said, "As you know, Mr. Winchester, I have the capability of making decisions and in that I prefer referring to others in a polite and proper manner."
"Whatever floats your boat I guess."

"Indeed"

Tony wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders, "I have a feeling you and I will get along just fine. You get to meet my other children soon enough. Jarvis is the baby of the family, even though he's the smartest. You wanna see my old weapons collection. The newest media gadgets we're coming up with? How about I explain to you how this entire building is run on clean energy? Anything you want."

Dean chuckled, "Well that's all great and everything, but I would really like to see the Iron man suit up close. It's the pinnacle of mechanical engineering. I assume Jarvis is wired into the mainframe of the suit along with your homes. I still can't get over how awesome he is. As for the suit, it must of been a fuckin' bitch getting the flight stabilized just right with the repulsors to enable speed and altitude control."

Tony cackled, "Oh hell yes."

"Tony, no playing favorites!" Pepper scolded.

Mariya mumbled under her breath, "Too late."

Steve tried really hard to pay attention to what Fury was lecturing about. He really did, but every time he tried he'd glance at Tony's empty chair and it would make him think of Dean. Dean, who was probably having a blast hanging out with Tony, while Steve was stuck being the ever attentive serious Captain America listening to Nick Fury ramble. Clint and Natasha were discretely playing some game on a piece of paper, Coulson stood near the door, while Maria kept vigilant at her spot near Fury, and Bruce was relaxed in his seat with his eyes half closed.. Thor was in Asgard, Tony was giving the tour. Steve wished he could slack, but Fury had given him his vacation of the alien invasion. He needed to be Captain America at the moment, not Steve. Steve who rode his motorcycle for hours just to meet up with Dean to check out some landmark, Steve who hunted monsters, the Steve who liked to be splayed out across a motel room bed while did that trick with his tongue where-

"Rogers! Rogers, get your head out of the fucking clouds! You're supposed to be listening to the report."

"Pardon me, Patches. I'll try harder next time."

It just slipped out.

Dean was definitely rubbing off on him.

Steve's eyes widened in horror while Natasha raised a brow at him. Clint was openly cackling, while Bruce concealed his chuckles the best he could. Coulson looked like someone had pissed in his coffee.

Steve couldn't stammer out an apology before Maria spoke, "God, I think he's channeling Stark's spirit in his absence. Are you alright, Captain Rogers?"

Steve coughed and tried to hide his flushed cheeks, "I'm fine, thank you. I'm very sorry, Director. I didn't mean to say that. I apologize."

Natasha said, "Stark did call you the most while you were gone. It's like you're trying to make up for his absence of his obnoxiously loud presence."

Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck it. It isn't like you idiots are actively listening to me anyway. Go get Stark and see if we can get some work done then. His little tour will have to wait. Coulson, you go with them to make sure they go straight to Stark's god damn tower and not run off somewhere else. I don't need them to get any bad press without Stark to take most of the heat when that fucking press meeting and gala is in a few days. Get Stark, and get back. Is that clear?"

Coulson nodded, "Crystal, Sir."

As they walked to the jet, Banner put his hand against Steve's forehead and asked, "Are you sure you're alright, Steve?"

Steve brushed him off, "I'm fine really."

Clint bumped his shoulder against Steve's,"Our good Captain just grew a pair, Banner, no need to worry about that. Captain Goodie goodie sassing Fury was not something I thought I would ever see in my days."

Natasha said, "Grandpa wants to one of the cool kids is all."
Steve grumbled as his face heated up, "I hate all of you."

Natasha and Clint said, "No you don't."

They did rock paper scissors to see who'd pilot the ship to Stark Tower.

Natasha won.

They weren't allowed to reveal themselves to the general public until the gala and press meeting, so they waited in the Avengers part of the tower for JARVIS to notify Tony they were waiting for him. What they didn't expect was for Tony to come crashing in like a spider monkey followed by an agile man in a leather jacket. Tony said, "J, lock out Pepper's access codes. Alpha indigo seven ninety eight. She can show Masha and Rautenberg my showrooms. I gotta show the deanster my workshop."

Steve saw Dean pop out of his hiding place and tried not to laugh, "Mr. Stark, I didn't know anyone could run that fast in heels. Miss. Potts is amazing. I might even let you drive the Impala after this."

Tony gasped, "I would accept that with all the honor and dignity it deserves."

Steve decided he was going to get them all back for their teasing and girlfiend comments. They all messed with him all the time, and now it was his turn. Dean grinned when he saw Steve, but didn't say anything. Steve walked over to Dean, entwined his hand with Dean's, and gingerly kissed his cheek, "Hey, Dean."

Dean blushed when he caught the look on Tony's face when he saw them, "Uh, hey."

The Tony Stark was gaping like a fish.

Dean wasn't one used to being embarrassed, so the only logical thing to do was to embarrass someone else to get his mind off it. He pinched Steve's ass laughing when Steve exclaimed, "Jesus Dean, warn me before you touch my back there. I'm still a little sore from yesterday."

Dean couldn't hold his laughter in. He was sure he was going to break a rib.

Steve's face was bright red, "I didn't mean to say that. Uh, oh lord. I-um-um."

Bruce crossed his arms sitting on the couch enjoying the display, but pretending to be occupied. Steve had never once gave them any sign the person he was interested in had been female. Clint gave Natasha twenty bucks and she passed him a bag of pretzels she'd nicked from the kitchen. Tony was about to blow and they'd need a snack for the show.

Tony yelled, "What the hell is going on? Are you guys fucking with me!"

Dean kissed Steve's lips and replied with an easy green, "Mr. Stark, I think you already know my boyfriend, Steve. We aren't fucking with you, I surely wouldn't mind that." He winked, "But Steve wants me all to himself, so I'm gonna have to pass."

Steve hid his face in his hands.