"Bucky, this isn't going to work," I explained in the back seat of a cab. Bucky is my best friend and room mate. He and I go way back.

"It won't with that attitude," he said adjusting his prosthetic arm so it was visible for the man we were about to scam. "Did you bring the extra lenses?"

"Yes Bucky," I patted the bag full of supply. "I don't have a good feeling about this though."

"You're just anxious because we took a cab and not a bus." I actually prefer the train but ever since the accident I avoid it.

"And not because we are about to scam the wealthiest man in New York city just so we can get a good grade on our art homework?"

"Well it sounds dumb when you say it like that Rogers."

We got as close as we could to Stark Tower and as always I was to stay quiet while Bucky let his master plan unfold. He pushed the door bell but a video call started and loud rock music blared through, no one was in frame except robotic arms in the workshop set up. I covered my hearing aids to try and save my poor ears from this very loud music.

"Mr Stark?" Bucky called "Mr Stark, we are here with the Disabled Artists Foundation."

"Mr Stark," a voice with an accent turned down the music, "You have guests. They are un armed."

I turned to Bucky, "He's talking about you."

Instead of a laugh he just punched my side, "My partner and I set up a meeting with Miss Potts awhile back."

"Pepper didn't tell me about this," he called out over the music. "Did you put this in my calendar?"

"No, sir, I was unaware of this event."

There was a spark and then the sounds of flame, "Just send them up." There was a crash and then a fire extinguisher controlling the flame, "I'll just be a minute boys."

And just like that the elevator doors opened and sent us to the top floor. As Bucky set up his camera and arm, he had that stupid toothy grin on his face, "I just wanted to say-"

"If you say 'I told you so' I will fight you," I got out my sketch book and pencil, Bucky shrugged it off and let it be.

Now sure Bucky and I are broke art students living in a apartment that our friend's dad owns with furniture we find on the side of the street, but this place is super expensive. There was almost no walls, everything was made of glass, or had that Stark Industries feel of just being super expensive.

I began to sketch the bar set up since our assignment is "Something originally done before" or whatever the heck that means. All of these are imported. How rich is this man?

"Steve, look at this view," Bucky said in awe from the window. Quickly joining my partner I was speechless from just the beauty that was our city.

"Never been to the city before?" A voice joined us.

"We're from Brooklyn but this view is unreal," I said and started to draw anything I could. I didn't know where to start, it was all so beautiful.

Bucky turned and offered his hand to introduce himself. "Mr Stark, I'm James Bares, and this is my partner Steven Rogers." I pulled myself away from the beautiful view to be met with a man just as beautiful. I was speechless, I wasn't expecting the Mr Stark to be this breath taking but here I am, inches away from the most powerful man in New York, literally unable to form a sentence.

"Call me Tony," He said with a smug smile, covered in grease from his workshop, he was in dark jeans and just put on a another shirt to cover what his wife beater didn't but still showed off his toned arms. He noticed me being speechless and then looked at my hearing aids and tried not to stare. "What was your foundation again?" he forced his eyes back to Bucky as my face flushed. "I apologize for being unfamiliar."

"The Disabled Artist Foundation, we are here trying to finish our assignment of 'something originally done before'." He explained and looked over at me, red in the face, "Steve isn't mute, he just gets nervous around cute boys."

Mr Stark laughed and began to walk, "Well don't take anything from here, if you want a Stark exclusive I'll take you to the show room. Jarvis could you take us down?"

"Your guests don't have a security clearance for that level," an accented voice over an intercom said.

"Override," Mr Stark stated.

"Yes of course sir."

He took us in the elevator and into a room with full body armor. They were all burned and beat up from fire or gun shots. Limbs were missing or deemed completely useless. They honestly looked kinda of like knock off Iron Man suits.

"I thought you only built bombs," Bucky said as he began to adjust the lighting on his camera.

I walked up to one with a horrible burn in the middle of its chest, "These look like Iron Man-"

"Steven right?" Mr Stark leaned against the glass and looked me up and down. That kind of look Bucky used to give me right before he'd devour you.

"Just Steve," I looked him in his dark eyes. My hands shaking with pencil and paper in hand.

"So Steve," he smirked, "Do you want a drink?"

I heard Bucky drop the camera bag and curse under his breath. His arm isn't bionic, it just locks into place and sometimes doesn't even do that too well. He had his hands full and his hair was in his face. "I'm sorry-" I quickly put my book down and ran to help Bucky.

I pulled his hair back and picked up his camera bag. "I can't have you run to my rescue all the time Steve," he said mildly irritated.

I brushed off his frustration and let him get back to fixing his camera but when I turned to go back to my stuff Mr Stark was going through my sketch book.