Notes: Oh my Odin, I can't thank you all enough for the reviews! I'm really glad you guys are liking the story. It makes my insides burst from all the rainbows. And, to answer your question, you'll just have to read and find out. I've been laughing about when it happens since before I even started writing the story. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 21-One Hell of a Gift

Beni:

I sighed as my phone rang. I knew who it was before I even looked at the caller ID. Bucky had insisted on going grocery shopping without me, and we have so far been communicating through texting. But now I guess he just sort of got tired doing it that way. I was still wondering how he was having trouble when I gave him a list of things he needed to get.

"Firt of all," I said when I picked up the phone, "Next time you go grocery shopping I'm coming with. It should not be this hard picking out hot dogs."

"Uh...Beni?"

That was not Bucky. It wasn't even close. In fact, it was a person I hadn't even given my number to, but I recognized the voice. Over the line I heard an engine rev up.

"Steve? How in the hell did you get my number?"

"Sam gave it to me. Along wit your address. I'm about to drive over with a friend to give you some great news."

"And you couldn't do it over the phone?"

"He really wants to see your face-Tony just get on! All you have to do is swing your leg over and sit! Sorry about that. Uh, we'll be there in a few minutes. Bye."

And with that, Steve hung up. I looked down at my cell phone and groaned again when it rang two seconds later. I answered the call.

"Look, blondie-"

"Beni? It's just me, Bucky. I was wondering what kind of hot dogs you wanted. Do you want the Oscar Myer or-"

"I stopped caring. Get whatever tastes good. And please grab some bratwurst, too."

"Okay. Hey, are you okay? You called me blondie."

"I thought you were a different friend who called right before you did. But thanks for asking. See you in a bit."

I hung up, knowing that 'a bit' really meant two hours. That was really to bad. I kind of want him to meet Steve. I think they would be good friends, more or less.

I sighed and took out my phone battery, not wanting to talk to anyone over the phone about what kind of orange juice should get bought or Steve, who sounded like he was on a motorcycle, who was driving here at this moment. Just as I was placing my phone and its battery on the coffee table, my door bell rang. I groaned and grabbed my crutches.

"Steve," I greeted with a smile, moving out of the way to let them in. "And this must be...Tony? You know Steve? Small world."

"Tell me about it," he said, sitting down on her spot on the couch.

"Sorry for dropping in unannounced like this, Beni," Steve said. "But Tony wanted to share some great news," Steve said, taking off the gloves he was wearing. I glanced at his Harley with a bit of lust, sad that I couldn't ride my own for obvious reasons.

"Not just great news," Tony said, bouncing up and down, "It's awesome! It's fabulous! It's-"

"-About to get said before I kick you both out," I said, sitting back down. I reassembled my phone and turned it on in case Bucky called or texted again. I grabbed my coffee and took a drink.

"How would you feel if I told you that I want you to be the first candidate for the new prosthetics I'm building," Tony said smugly. I choked on my coffee, and Steve had to take the mug away so I didn't spill anything over myself or either of them. He patted my back sympathetically while Tony leaned back, still wearing that smug smirk.

"What?" I coughed, looking at Tony. "No, I-I want to, but I don't have enough money for something like that. I-"

"-I already have a design specifically made for you, no charge."

My mouth was hanging open as I stared at Stark. He was my boss, and other than the interview (Which wasn't really a good interview, but I'm not complaining) we hadn't had an actual conversation. And now here he is, giving me the opportunity to walk again, to run. I was so surprised and so happy I could cry, but I kept my face neutral.

To bad my voice wasn't the same.

"R-really?" My voice had decided to rise two octaves. "This-this isn't some joke? Because if it is I will straight up shoot both of you in the foot, boss and legend or not."

"For once Stark isn't kidding around," Steve said, completely serious, which was weird with the grin he was wearing.

"My heart just burst because of all the rainbows, yes! Oh my God, yes! I can't thank you enough!"

My face split into a grin, which made Tony grin, and Steve grin wider. I was so happy I wish I could hop around in excitement. I never thought I would be able to walk again, and now I'm getting the greatest thing ever. Stark stood up and smoothed down his suit.

"Well, I'm not riding on the back of a motorcycle. I called Happy before we left. Beni, I'll see you after the procedure, which shouldn't be to long from now. Keep being awesome for me, okay? Oh, and Levi is in a life long prison. Have fun!"

With that, Stark strolled out, leaving me with Steve.

"I love your Harley by the way," I said as Stark was driven away. Steve smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks. And don't ask how I know him. It's to long and painful of a story."

"Noted."

"Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go tell Sam what your reaction was, so I'm gonna get going. See you soon," Steve put his gloves back on.

"Okay. I'm gonna sit here and let everything sink in."

"Have fun with that," Steve said with a chuckle. I laughed slightly too, but then turned to Steve as he was half way out the door.

"Hey, Steve," he turned to me with an expectant look. I smiled at him, showing him just how grateful I really was. "Thanks for that."

"No problem," Steve smiled and walked out the door.