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Word Count: 660
AN - Meet-cute, no superpowers.
Marry Me
Steve looked up from his bike when he heard a crash inside the garage. He hadn't realised anyone was inside, and cautiously, he made his way to the silver metal door and knocked.
"Hello?"
"One minute!" a voice called, and to Steve's ears, it sounded strained and tense.
Brow furrowed, he waited with his bike until the garage door finally lifted, revealing an untidy space and a man that—if he wasn't covered from head to toe in oil—was probably the most handsome man Steve had ever seen.
Perhaps even with the oil.
"Hi, oh, she is beautiful."
Steve followed the man's gaze to his bike, and his lips spread in a proud smile. "Yeah, she is. She also has decided to not run, so… I was hoping you'd have the time to take a look at her. You were recommended to me by Natasha?"
"Itsy Bitsy? She always sends me the best toys. Oh, hi, I'm Tony, the mechanic."
"Steve," Steve replied, a little perplexed at the 'Itsy Bitsy'. "Uh. Why—"
"Because spiders are terrifying and so is she," Tony explained, clearly understanding Steve's confusion. "Sorry. I try not to nickname but then I do and it happens and… anyway, yes, I have time this morning to take a look at her."
"Are you… okay?" Steve asked then, when Tony tripped. "I uh, heard a crash and—"
"I'm fine," Tony assured him. "Wheel her in, and I'll hopefully have an idea of the problem for you in a couple of hours. You can, uh, hang around or come back, it's up to you."
Steve raised his eyebrow at the unexpected offer, but nodded. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. "I'll stick around. Thanks."
"Uh huh." Tony gestured to a navy couch with a vague smile. "Make yourself at home."
…
"Ouch."
"Are you okay?" Steve asked, looking up from the magazine he'd been flicking through. He was lost when it came to celebrities, but the nearby corner shop hadn't had anything in the way of real newspapers.
"Uh. Sure. Fine."
Steve tilted his head to get a better look at Tony and then his eyes widened as red filled his vision.
"Oh my god, don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood!"
"I'm fine, promise," Tony chirped, feeling around until he found a rag. Steve watched him toss a broken violin into the corner of the room, and couldn't help his chuckle.
This guy was something else.
"What's with the violin?"
"Eh? Oh. Erm… I might have fallen over it and snapped it, and I meant to replace it or fix it and just… didn't."
"Right. Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything?"
"Um. Coffee? There's a shop two blocks over, if you just… tell them it's for Tony, they'll know what I want?"
"Sure," Steve agreed, smiling. He was grateful for the chance to stop reading about who was sleeping with who, and who was up and down or whatever the hell the magazine was on about. "Anything else?"
Tony shook his head and turned his attention back to the bike, and Steve set off with a small smile on his face. He really must remember to thank Nat for sending him here.
…
"Oh my god, marry me, you're perfect," Tony gushed when Steve reappeared with coffee and doughnuts.
Steve snorted, handing over the goods. "Let me take you on a date first, hmm? Then we can talk about marriage."
Tony blinked at him, as though trying to ascertain if he was joking or not, and Steve smiled at him.
"Uh. Oh. Your bike is fixed. She's beautiful and I demand visitation rights so I can clean her engine up properly. But, she should run now."
Steve stared at him for a long moment and then nodded. "Forget the date, proposal accepted."
Laughing, Tony shook his head. "You're great."
"Uh huh. Backatcha. So… about that proposal… is Saturday good for you?"
Written for:
Build A Snowman: Step 1: Navy
Talent Show: Juggling: Mechanic!AU / "Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood!" / A doughnut / Broken Instrument / Lost
Insane: 18. Perplexed
