...I will make these chapters longer, I promise. Now, enjoy!

January 27th, 2015
Outpost 54, Bermuda

Tony walked into the control room without much care in the world, stretching before coming to a stop at the large bay window that looked out into the dark waters of the ocean. He squinted his eyes, as if trying to see if there was any way to see more than just the dark blue and vague shapes. He knew it was futile but really, it was pretty much of a habit now a days. Behind him, he could hear the clicking of the keys on keyboards and the hum of the equipment around the room. Other than his workshop, the control room was one of the other places where he felt the most at home. All the technology around him, the people working at their computers, the great but murky view out of the window...

"Hey, Stark." a voice came from behind him, making Tony turn his head to look over his shoulder and at a man with almost pure white hair and glasses that sat on his face. Doctor Rick Stanton.

"What?"

"You want me to send the call out from the Hydrophone? You gonna play for the big guy?"

"not today, Ricky." Tony couldn't help but chuckle.

"He's probably wondering where his favorite human entertainment went. You haven't played for him in a little over a month. What's with that?"

"You know, busy and what not. The life of Tony Stark is always busy."

"Yeah, sure it is." laughed Rick with a shake of his head before looking back at his monitor. Tony went back to looking out of the window, going back to squinting and looking. No one bothered him for what felt like hours, but he knew that, in reality, it was really just a couple of minutes. He heard someone clear their throat and he looked over his shoulder and, to his surprise, Captain Steven Rogers stood there, a bit awkwardly.

"Hey, Cap. What can I do for you?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow. Other than the encounter he had with Bucky, none of the three soldiers had ever approached him before. So, he had to wonder what Steve had wanted to approach him like this.

"Can we talk somewhere in private, Mr. Stark?" asked Steve, obviously out of his element in a room with impressive technology. Tony thought for a moment before strolling out of the control room, Steve following after.

"Also, for the record, Tony. Mr. Stark was my old man." Tony hummed as the two walked down the hall before stopping in front of a smaller window that still looked out into the waters. Tony leaned against the wall, beside the window, arms crossed. "So, what can I help you with, Cap?"

"So...you made an impression on Bucky when you did your little speech..." Steve began and Tony tried not to roll his eyes. Of course. "it's the only thing he's been grumbling about since you made it."

"In my defense, I have a habit of open my mouth and just word vomit everywhere without thinking. Some what I said though, they were true. You understand that, right? Assuming he quoted me word for word."

Steve didn't say anything for a long moment and Tony just watched the other, waiting. He watched as Steve looked out of the window, deep in thought before letting out a small sigh a few minutes later and looked at Tony once more, no hint of anger or anything of the sort in taller man's eyes.

"As much as I hate to say it and be on the opposite side of my best friend...Yeah, I can." Steve finally spoke before looking back out the window again. "I pretty much understand everything that you said."

"That's mainly because you weren't on his team."

Steve winced slightly. "...Yeah, pretty much. This doesn't mean I don't also understand him."

"I know, I understand him to- just in my own way. Anyways, is this the only thing you wanted to talk about?"

"Uh, well actually..." Steve looked at Tony sheepishly. "Sam and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us- well, more specifically, get some food? Sam's probably the greatest cook out of me, him and Buck."

"Depends, IS Barnes gonna be there?"

"No, he's too busy in his room."

"...He's totally brooding, isn't he."

Steve didn't answer, which Tony took as a yes. He pushed himself off of the wall and uncrossed his arms. "Alright, lead the way to the kitchen, good Cap."

Steve just rolled his eyes and walked to the elevator, Tony following behind. It didn't take long for the elevator reached their destination and as soon as the automatic doors opened, Tony got a whiff of something delicious.

"Hey Steve, hey Mister Stark." Sam waved at the two from his spot at the stove.

"Call me Tony."

"Alright, Tony." Sam nodded slightly. He finished up with the food and grabbed two plates, setting them down on the island and motioning the two over. Tony sat on the stool at the island, Steve sitting on the one next to him. Before Tony could say anything, a cheeseburger fell right onto his plate and he didn't hesitate to scoop it up and bite into it. He couldn't help but let out a small noise that should not be made while eating food.

"This is one of the best cheeseburgers I've had since forever You've been talking to Rhodey, haven't you?" Tony accused Sam, taking another bite out of his burger.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam tried to act innocent but Tony saw through it and just gave Sam a grin once he swallowed the chewed food in his mouth before devouring the rest of his burger happily. He didn't notice that the other two had gotten hamburgers.

"So, Tony," began Sam as he finished up his burger, looking at the genius. "Tell us about what you do here and whatever else you want to tell us."

"Don't mind if I do." grinned Tony and he began to ramble on and on about his work, the two listening to the him.