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Tony never came back down after he left the dinner table but Steve assumed that the call was some important Stark Industries matter that he had to attend to. Little did he know that after the phone call was over, Tony was pulling every string he had to plan the perfect date for the two of them.

Pepper, who was yelling at Tony, awakened Steve the next morning. It turned out that not only had he not been ready for the meeting that they were late to, but he had also send a basket of strawberries to her apartment. Steve didn't even know Ms. Potts that well but even he knew that she was allergic to the delicious red fruit.

Steve's life could be summed up in the phrase: "You can take the man out of the army, but you can't take the army out of the man". Well, that wasn't exactly true. Steve was slowly breaking out of the military mindset but he knew that he never would. He normally woke up earlier than everyone else in the house except for today because Thor had discovered Rock Band the night before and demanded that Bruce and Steve play with him until they had unlocked every song. Thor of course demanded that he be the singer because the singing helped him learn Midgardian culture, which left Bruce on drums and Steve on guitar. They were actually having fun but playing until the early hours of the morning reeked havoc on Steve's sleep schedule.

Climbing out of bed, Steve did some quick cardio before heading off to the shower. Unlike Tony, Steve didn't need be forced to work out; he was just used to being in top physical condition in case of emergencies.

The hot water against his groggy body felt heavenly. Like most people, he loved showers because it a comforting place where he could just be with himself and his thoughts. Sometimes Steve couldn't believe how much he had changed. He had just been some scrawny kid from Brooklyn who had a problem with running away from a fight and now he was a 92 year old who didn't look a day over 23. He had gotten everything he had ever wanted — a chance to fight in the army and serve his country in her time of need, but at what cost? He had lost everyone he had ever loved. Lost them to both war and time. Driving the ship into the ice, Steve had expected to die but instead, woke up 68 years later in a world he didn't understand; a world he didn't belong to. He tried understanding all of the technology but he just couldn't keep up, and he felt stupid every time Bruce or Tony tried to explain what they thought was basic science.

Sometimes he even wished he had died in the ice, then he wouldn't have to deal with all of this confusion from the 21st century and these confusing feelings he had for Tony. He knew that there was nothing wrong with homosexuality, but in the 40s , it was heavily frowned upon, shunned even. A man was meant to be with and a dame and that was that. Old habits die hard because every time his heart went pitter-patter whenever he saw Tony he also heard his church priest from Brooklyn telling him that we has going to burn in Hell for his sins. It's not like what Father Jacobs said was going to keep him from being with Tony, bud it did put a damper on his feelings. Steve hadn't been in church since before he joined the army, maybe he should go to the nearest Catholic church and ask God what he should do but the more he thought about it, he more decided that it was a terrible idea. He didn't like to burden other people with his problems, let alone God. All he needed was to figure things out for himself.

Steve turned off the water and stepped into the steamy bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. He towel dried his hair and wrapped one of Tony's overly expensive plush towels around his waist. As he reentered his room a handsomely dressed Anthony Stark, who was looking at the pictures on Steve's dresser, greeted him. Steve was a little shocked to find the billionaire in his bedroom and almost dropped his towel, but it only managed to drop a little below his hipbone. Tony quickly noticed that Steve was done with his shower and gave him one of his famous smiles.

"Hey there, Cap."

"Hey Tony, how can I help you?" Steve asked, recovering from the shock.

"Can you go to this meeting for me? No? Ok, then will you join me for dinner tonight? Say around 8 o'clock?"

Now Steve was shocked again. Tony had never formally asked him out on a date before. Their previous dates had sort of just happened.

"Um…sure." Steve managed to blunder out.

"Great! I'll pick you up downstairs in the foyer at 8 then, oh and dress nicely cause I'm taking you out on the town Stark-style." Tony smiled, walked over to Steve and gave him a small peck on the lips before heading out to his dreaded meeting, leaving a shell shocked Steve in his wake.

Then the reality of it all hit him like a train. Tony was taking him on a real and proper date. In public. Where people could see them. Granted, Tony did that with all of the numerous bimbos he used to "date", but this (hopefully) wasn't like that.

Steve wasn't a nameless bimbo seen on the arm of Tony Stark never to be seen again. He was Captain America! Surely, Tony wouldn't do something that could potentially damage their reputations (not that Tony had a great one to start with), unless Tony was considering keeping Steve around for a while. Which was more than alright with Steve if that was the case because more of Tony was better than no Tony at all.

After getting dressed, he went down to get some breakfast but what he found was one of Tony's robots (he had the feeling that this one's name was Butterfingers) cleaning up smashed strawberries from nearly every surface in the kitchen. Obviously the fight between Pepper and Tony had escalated after he had entered the shower and clearly, Pepper wasn't above throwing things at Stark in the middle of a fight. But Steve had to commend her, if he had to deal with all of the bullshit that Tony put her through on a daily basis on top of running a multi-million dollar company, he would have flipped out years ago and would be throwing objects a little bigger that strawberries at Tony.

Skillfully, maneuvering through the mess in the kitchen, Steve was able t heat up himself a breakfast burrito and a cold glass of milk. He loved milk, it reminded him of being at home with his mom. Looking at Butterfingers clumsily clean up the mess, he quickly ate his breakfast and helped clean the kitchen. Steve understood that Tony's robots weren't sentient creatures but he still didn't think that they should have to do all the work around the house. It reminded him of the segregation during his time where the blacks cleaned up after the whites in restaurants and hotels.

Steve busied himself throughout the day by reading military history books and helping the robots clean the house, there was even a rule in house that Tony put into law stating that the robots were under no circumstances allowed to clean his lab. Only Steve, Tony, and Pepper were allowed to do that. While cleaning the glass doors of the lab Steve got a glimpse of his watch and almost had a small heart attack when he saw that is was 6 o'clock. Giving him self only two hours to get ready was really cutting it close. But in his room he came across a bigger problem. Looking in his closet Steve quickly realized that he had nothing to wear to the date. Steve didn't want to be underdressed for his first date with Tony. Everything had to be right if he wanted to ensure a second date with the handsome man.

"Mr. Rogers, there is a delivery for you at the door." JARVIS announced.

"I'm not expecting anything." Steve replied.

"That may be so, but there is still a delivery for you downstairs."

"Alright JARVIS, thank you." Steve said while heading down to the front door.

In the foyer was a garment bag with a note attached. Picking up the note, Steve smiled when he read it.

I thought you might need this.

XOXO Pepper

Excited, Steve quickly unzipped the bag to find a suit, which was obviously tailored to fit Steve's super solider body.

"JARVIS?" Steve called out. He knew that JARVIS could hear him, but talking to someone who he couldn't see made him feel silly and a little crazy.

"Yes, Mr. Rogers?" JARVIS responded in his formal British tone.

"Can you send Ms. Potts a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket that doesn't contain any strawberries for me?"

"Of course. Would you like me to take the liberty of writing the thank you card?" JARVIS asked.

"Yes, please and thank you so much!" Steve said as he rushed to his room, garment bag in hand.

One shower and blow dryer later, Steve was standing in front of his mirror wearing his new suit. The designer of this suit had clearly based this suit off of the suits from the 40s, but the jacket wasn't as long as they used to be back then but the jacket was still longer than most. Steve couldn't believe how much a suit could change someone's appearance. With the suit's fine cut and expensive black material, Steve looked like he belonged on Tony's arm. The idea of the two of them together made him smile. He truly and honestly loved that man.

"Sir? You date has arrived," JARVIS announced. "And may I add that you look quite handsome."

Steve laughed and thanked the AI. He was nervous as Hell but also more excited than he had ever been for anything.

"Wish me luck, JARVIS." He chuckled as he headed out of his room.