Lessons In Love: Chapter Ninety-Three: Young & Sad (Part 3)


The younger Steve Rogers mentioned that his older self looked happy. It wasn't forced at all, and it actually felt genuine. The older Steve understood why something like that was brought up.

He gave the words from his younger self some additional thought, then he smiled and responded.

"I am, but it took a long time for me to get here."

Big Steve felt at home. He felt like he fit in his skin, and the soldier did his best to bring that to feeling to others. He never reflected on it, he just... kept going.

"So, why don't you wear the uniform? I was told that you don't identify with being called, Captain America."

Baby Steve wanted to make sure he was making the right choice. He felt very different when he learned the history about his older self, and when he put the suit on.

The older Steve thought about the Stars and Stripes. He only wore the Vishanti suit that Tony made for him. It had a blue glow over what he wore, and that was it.

"I retired the suit. Someone named Sam Wilson is Captain America now."

"But, you barely wore the suit. I was wondering why, because I have one on right now."

The younger Steve glanced down at his own hands. The suit that was created by Howard and the older Tony was always with him. He thought about showing it to his older self.

He noticed a very contemplative look on Big Steve's face. The soldier wasn't sure what to say. He needed to think on why he never wore the suit. Tony never asked him about it, and everyone he knew seemed to embrace his choice.

The older Steve asked to see his uniform, and he watched it form over Baby Steve's skin. Tony's technology always impressed Steve. He looked at that masterpiece of a suit. The soft helmet formed over his face, and the younger Steve smiled.

It fit his form perfectly, and the older Steve stared at that star. He took in a small breath, and concluded his thought.

"When I was woken up, someone out there had the audacity of telling me exactly how I was supposed to feel. That stubborn person even told me who I was going to love."

Big Steve thought about his little red corvette. Tony was right, but it still affected the older Steve to that day. He reflected on their first conversation, and who Tony wanted him to be. Steve was seen as Tony's "Yankee", and that was it. It took an eternity for the two of them to correct that.

"I rejected the suit because there is an expectation that comes with it. A perception exists, and you don't have to be that person."

The suit did not define Steve Rogers. He wanted to make sure that his younger self understood that. It was fine if he liked the uniform, but it wasn't who he was.

Baby Steve kept looking at the gentle smile that his older self possessed. He heard what he was saying, and he thought about a couple of things.

So, what person was he supposed to be? The younger Steve became quiet and he stared at the simple shirt that his older self was wearing.

That uniform remained on his body. Baby Steve didn't take it off, and he heard a short gasp toward his left. Both versions of Tony returned from their conversation, and they both saw that suit.

Baby Tony was the one that gasped. His jaw had dropped down toward his toes. The younger Tony had never seen "Captain America" in person before. He was silent, but internally his mind was screaming.

The baby version of Tony Stark had some sort of raging fanboy thing going on in his brain. He tried to play it cool, but it was hard.

The younger Steve turned completely in Tony's direction. He had a pure smile on his face, and those two stepped pretty close. Tony was freaking outtttttttt. He wanted to inspect the suit.

"WHO MADE YOU THAT?"

Baby Tony was kinda loud. He suspected his older self, but he forgot to look at him. His mind was way too busy, and he also failed to keep his chill. The younger Steve just smiled.

Tony's reaction to his suit made him feel flattered. Baby Steve even felt a little bashful. He kept stepping about as Tony looked at him. The would-be-soldier heard the loud question, but he decided not to answer it. He let the younger Tony look over his uniform, and he glanced at his older self.

"Can I touch it? Not like, touch you. I mean, can I touch the uhh.."

The stuff. The goods. The things that it was made out of. Baby Tony felt like a freak. He heard his older self laugh, but all of that was ignored. He was sucked into the vortex of yummy American freedom.

Baby Steve decided to be difficult. He held a playful smile as that suit pulled away from his skin. He told baby Tony only one simple word.

"No."

Steve felt like teasing him, and he even turned his focus back toward his older self. That jaw had dropped toward the floor again. The baby brunette couldn't handle the rejection, and his heart was going crazy.

Wwwhhhaaattt? He friggen needed to see that sexy thing again. Say what? NO? Baby Tony was stunned to his core and he held his mouth open wide.

The younger Steve tried to hide his smile. He felt accomplished, and it was making him too warm. The suit had to go, and his older self changed the subject.

He said that they needed to meet Thor, and he started guiding two of the younglings into the kingdom.


Chapter: END

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